Adventures of The Sad, Broken, and Happy (Hobbit Fan Fiction)

Chapter 35 Angel Saves

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Allie
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Everything's hazy. Why is there blood everywhere? Is is my blood?

"Bilbo Emily why does my stomach hurt?" I choke out but no one answers. Blinking I look around Bilbo and Emily are shouting at Deren? Emily is clutching a huge butcher knife and Bilbo has his fists clenched. Did Deren do this?

"Go and never come back!" Bilbo shouts at him.

"She's mine now she bears my name!" Deren counters.

"SHE'll NEVER BE YOURS!" Emily screams.

"She'll always be mine!" Deren growls, unsheaths his sword and takes a swing at Emily. Emily sidesteps just in time and raises her knife an enraged look on her face. Emily brings the knife down hard on Derens hand.

"NO SHE'S NOT. SHE IS NO ONES" Emily screeches and brings the knife down repeatedly on his hand till it's lying severed on the floor. Deren falls to his knees clutching the bleeding stump and weeps. Emily and Bilbo turn their backs on Deren and rush to my side.

"Allie hang on!" Bilbo pleads.

"What do we do?" Emily asks.

"We can't causterize it or stitch it she'll surely die of pain! Get some heavy anesthetic from the market! RUN EMILY RUN!" Bilbo orders and presses his hands to my stomach to try and stop the bleeding.

"RUN!" I awaken screaming but a cold hand quickly slaps over my mouth.

"Hush little halfling," a scratchy cool voice says. A shiver runs down my spine and I realize I'm on a white warg in front of the pale orc. The orc grabs my neck and squeezes till black spots dance around my vision and I lose consciousness.

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Sam
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"Azog!" Thorin gasps as the orcs approach. Leading them is none other than the pale orc himself astride the white warg. A small hunched over figure sits in front of him.

"Do you smell it? The scent of fear? I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain," Azog purs in black speech and strokes the bloodied blonde hair on the figure. Wait blonde?

"It cannot be," Thorin gasps.

"It is but whose that?" I ask aloud. The figure moans and flops their head revealing a pale face and pointy hobbit ears.

"ALLIE!" Grace, Alex, Bilbo, and I all yell. It's her they have her!

"Oh Allie is her name? Is she important to you?" Azog asks and picks Allie up by her arm. Allie groans and blinks her eyes still completely out of it.

"DROP HER!" Grace screams. Azog nods a wicked grin on his face then throws her limp body right off the cliff. Allie doesn't scream but the silence is just as loud

"ALLIE!" most of us scream. Thorin does not only gazes down the cliff a far away look in his eyes. My stomach plummets and all I want to do is cry sob and scream but I do t have the time.

"No," Thorin whispers.

"That one is mine. Kill the others!" Azog demands in black speech and points to Thorin. The wargs rush forward and attacking the trees.

"I'LL KILL YOU AZOG I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Grace screeches and reaches for an arrow to find she's all out. "I'LL DO IT THE OLD FASHION WAY THEN!" Grace goes to jump from the tree but Alex catches her arm.

"Grace we have a disadvantage! We will get revenge later but now we must protect the living!" Alex hisses but it sounds as if every word hurts to say. Grace nods solemnly and throws a knife into the skull of a warg.