Rána silently ran across the plain, following Gandalf. But no matter how silent she was, the Dwarves made up for it tenfold. To shoot them in the dark, from the other side of the plain, would almost be too easy. Thankfully Radagast was distracting the Orc pack.
Rushing to the cover of yet another boulder, Rána shot Gandalf an uneasy look. He ignored it. One of the Dwarves, Ori, was about to rush on to the next boulder. But Rána grabbed the back of his cloak and tugged him back to safety. And not a second later did they spot Radagast again, the horde of Orcs behind him.
"Where are you leading us?" Thorin asked Gandalf as they broke off into a run again, single file. And then Radagast was back in sight. Rána led them over to another boulder, and they pressed their backs against the rock. All was silent. And then Rána heard it, the broken breaths of a warg. Right above them. Rána's eyes went to Thorin, but his eyes were solely focused on Kili. And that was enough for the younger dwarf. Kili lithely stepped out from the cover of the boulder, notching an arrow and drawing it back. Rána notched an arrow of her own and got ready to turn and shoot were things to go wrong. She met eyes with Kili, and an unspoken agreement was created. Kili shot his arrow and Rána got out of the cover of the boulder to shoot the Orc. But it was too late, Kili's shot hadn't been clean and the Warg howled a long tone before being cut down by Thorin. An anxious look was shared throughout the group, and silence fell. But Gandalf broke that silence. "Go, run!" And they took off. But before Thorin and Gandalf started running Rána turned to them. "Run, I know these plains. Do not worry about me." And they took off. But Rána did not follow them, she turned the other way. And ran.
Rána ran, and the orcs caught sight of a lonely runner. An easy target. So at least half followed her, and there was enough confusion to buy the Dwarves some time. And that was Rána's intention, to draw the Orcs away from her companions. Gripping down on her bow she notched a new arrow. And when the Orcs started surrounding her, she froze in place. And aimed. She just stood there, staring down the snarling beasts and ugly creatures. Waiting for one to make a wrong move, advance on her, anything that would give her an excuse to shoot the first arrow. The Wargs snarled and the Orcs cursed in the Black Language of Mordor. Rána's eyes narrowed and she aimed for an Orc, sat astride a warg, that dared to come closer. And when the warg took another step, she released the arrow into the Orc's skull. She watched as he fell down from his warg and notched another arrow, shooting the warg down next. And he, or she, also fell down dead. That seemed to rouse something in the other Wargs, and their riders. And they all started advancing. So Rána focused on one warg, and its rider, shooting them both down and rushing through the gap they left in the line. And so she ran, and ran, chased down by the Orcs. She felt the air shift behind her, at the height of her head, and dropped down. She narrowly dodged a blade and ran again. Rána realised something halfway through drawing a new arrow, she could die here. And that's when she felt a weight on her back, a warg had pounced and pinned her down. She felt the hot air on the back of her neck and stretched her hand to grab her bow, she had dropped it together with the newly drawn arrow when she fell. Somehow she turned herself around and faced the warg. Looking death, so to say, in the eyes. And when the Orc astride the warg raised his blade, getting ready to plunge it straight down, an arrow found its way into his skull. Rána looked in disbelief as the Orc tipped down the side of the warg and hit the ground, dead. Looking back up at the warg she hoped for another arrow to save her. And somehow, like the Valar were listening, an arrow found its way into the warg's back. And into his heart. He slumped down, and the weight kept Rána pinned. The dead warg was cutting of her air supply, she couldn't breath. And soon black spots started dancing across her vision. That's when she heard the horn. And as if it had given her new strength, she started struggling under the warg. Fighting for her right to breath. And around her screeches of dieing Orcs, and howls of dieing Wargs, were heard. And Rána wondered what was happening around her.
And when Rána was struggling, the warg now only on her waist, a familiar face came into view. "Lord Elrond" Rána breathed. Elrond smilec softly and helped her, with one of his men, to get out from underneath the dead warg. When she was up she smiled. "Eleniel, what are you doing in these parts. Why were there orcs hunting you down?" Lord Elrond asked in the common tongue. Rána looked up. "It's Rána now, my lord. And if I am not wrong my companions should have reached Rivendell through the secret valley by now." He shot her a weary look and smiled. "Then follow me, Rána, to my home."
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Wayfarer of dawn
Fanfiction//SLOW UPDATES// "I am known by many names, and not all of them are friendly, Thorin Oakenshield" She said, a harsh edge to her voice. "But you may call me Rána" she finished, her voice now softer. "Welcome to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, lady...