Torn In Two | Thorin Oakenshield |

10. Poison

"Bolg, how are we even going to kill the dwarves when we get inside?" I follow the larger orc timidly, doing my best to stay close through his fast movements.

In response he growls deeply and glares at me from over his shoulder, showing no signs in stopping. A few orcs scamper past, eager to spill some blood and I ignore their heavy shoves.

"We don't have enough troops to take down Thranduil's men." I say honestly and jump over a log with fast breaths. "I think we should just wait and plan this more accordingly."

Bolg hums and actually slows down his pace, though no words leave his cracked lips. He stands there in silence, simply staring off towards the water gates with a blank expression. The growing tension from the silence causes me to gulp and I notice his grip gradually tightens around his bow.

My words are true, there's no denying that, but I've also been trying to make up excuses to delay this attack all morning. Bolg doesn't seem to notice my true intentions but he hasn't been agreeing with my argument either.

"I'm only suggesting we wait," I risk speaking after seconds tick by and pretend to adjust my new armor to avoid his heated gaze. "Give it a day at least and we'll come up with a better plan to kill the scum." The last word tastes bitter on my tongue but I manage to say it smoothly, surprised that my voice didn't falter or show any care.

"What is your plan then?" He questions dryly and starts to stomp again, eyes still glued on the approaching barrier.

The anxiety within me grows the closer we get and I trip on rock due to my lack of focus. Bolg huffs at my clumsiness and starts to crouch so that he's unseen by the guards.

"This is the obvious entry point," I whisper as we stop behind large rocks a reasonable distance away and I point at the yawning elves ahead. "Sometime tonight, we can sneak kill those bastards and make our way towards the dungeons. It'll be quick and quiet with very few casualties."

And hopefully the dwarves would've figured out a way to escape by then. I mentally add and lower myself down before the guards can see us. Bolg eyes me carefully, his clouded orbs narrowing but he then turns around to harshly tell the troops to be quiet.

The sound of rushing water is the only evident noise now and I eye the Morgul bow as he sets it down. "Camp here for the night. We strike the moment the moon is at its highest."

A wave of relief causes my shoulders to drop and I let out a long breath through my nose. "I'll keep watch." I mutter and carefully sit down onto the grassy bed, lightly hissing when all the bruises and cuts scrape against the armor.

At least I'm given a break for today. Not looking forward to seeing Azog again though, assuming I live through this.

A rough hand suddenly jerks me backwards with ease due to my smaller and weakened state. Anger starts to build at this persons actions and more pain starts to spread.

Who in the- I hold in a cry when Bolg's face is instantly inches away from mine and he twists my body back some more.

My face slightly twists in agony at the increase in pressure of his hold and I can tell he's doing it on purpose. "If the dwarves aren't there," he growls lowly and tightens his grip, ensuring that another beauty mark will form. "Then I'll-"

His sentence is cut short when a horn rips through the air and our attention snaps towards the gates. Crap. Have we been discovered?

The backs of the elves answer my question and I hear the sound of grunts mixed with groans nearby. My eyes widen as the dwarves come into view, trapped helplessly behind the bars and I don't register that Bolg has released his hold.