The Last Mage (Thorin Oakensheild love story)

Introduction

My name is Evelyn Black.

I am the princess of the Mage Kingdom.

But I am also the last of my kind. You may wonder why I am the last of my kind, and what happened to the rest of my people.

Well, it all started when Erebor was still thriving before Smaug attacked.

Now, you must know, Smaug is not an average dragon. He is smart and plans out things. And he knew that us Mages were allies with the dwarves, even if we were elf-like. So he decided to attack us when we were off guard.

I was trained for combat and pushed to my breaking point. So I was very skilled in using any weapon. So I went out hunting for the feast we were having tonight.

When I was coming back I heard my people's screams. I immediately dropped the deer and ran to my kingdom, my home.

When I got there I was horrified in what I was seeing. There was a giant dragon who was setting fire to everything in sight. There were people everywhere that were on fire, and some of them already burned to a crisp. I ran straight to the castle, to get my family to safety.

When I got there the castle was already in flames. My father was trying to fend off the dragon, along with some of our greatest warriors. My mom and brother came running out. My mom told me to run and shoved her elven midnight bow into my hands.

Then she gave my brother, my dad's dwarven sword. Then she joined my dad in battle. After that, we ran as she told us to. And we watched our kingdom fall to ash because of Smaug.

A couple of months later I and Axel were walking around in the forest. When we heard orc cries, followed by human cries. We looked at each other and nodded, thinking the same thing.

We ran towards the cries and saw a small town being invaded by orcs. We ran in opposite directions to go help the people. As I was fighting off orcs with my two daggers, I was also looking for Axel.

That's when I saw a white orc, sitting astride a white warg. Azog the defiler. He was looking at the bloody massacre with a sick smile on his face. Like it was something beautiful.

I was trying to fight my way towards him when I finally looked up and saw him run my brother through with his sword. I screamed out in agony, and I ran towards his now limp body. I held him in my hands and cried, and screamed.

The orcs left soon after, leaving me there to suffer. After I had collected myself I looked at all the dead villagers. And then the survivors.

Together we buried the dead. And I took my time burying Axel then I left his daggers in a cross on top of him. And took my dad's sword, tied it onto my belt and left. Never looking back.

And to that day, I swore to my self that I will avenge my family against those beasts. I swore I was going to kill Smaug and Azog, even if it killed me.