Defended with Shield and Body

The Defiler dies

"Your defiling days are over Azog!" Thorin snarled, striking blow after blow at the pale orc, and dodging those directed to him.

Azog smirked, knowing Thorin had gone into a rage because of seeing his nephew die.

Thorin tried to drive Azog away from Fili and Kili, knowing that Fili wasn't paying attention at the moment and thus very vulnerable. Something in the back of his head told him to be scared of Bolg appearing and killing his nephew, but he wouldn't pay attention to that.

Now, now was the time to finally kill this filthy orc.

Azog murmured to him in Black Speech, but all Thorin could make out was his own name. He charged again, and the two fought again, Thorin's eyes blurred with tears and filled with rage.

Dwalin and Bilbo had meanwhile managed to fight the goblins off, and returned, where they found Fili weeping upon Kili's body. Stopping dead in their tracks, Bilbo let out a strangled sob as Dwalin whispered "No..."

Fili looked up, tears streaming down his face, and he said nothing.

This was the moment in which Bolg appeared again, and he knocked Bilbo unconscious before charging at Fili and Dwalin.

Fili's eyes hardened and his body filled with rage, and he cried out as he and Dwalin both attacked the orc.

Thorin meanwhile had driven Azog back a lot, but it was slippery here and he was quite tired. However, in his anger, he didn't feel it.

Blow after blow he dealt, and blow after blow Azog blocked. Azog struck at Thorin, and he ducked or blocked every strike. This was getting them nowhere.

Slowly, Thorin was beginning to get the idea that to kill Azog, he had to sacrifice himself. He couldn't get close enough to deal actual damage unless he allowed Azog to damage him as well.

As long as Fili lived.

As long as Fili lived, Erebor would have a king and the line of Durín would continue.

Thinking about this, Thorin's concentration had slipped and Azog had managed to throw him on the ground, pointing his sword at Thorin's chest but Thorin blocked it with Orcrist.

He wouldn't let the orc win so easily.

He felt his strength waning, and the Defiler's sword got closer and closer to his chest, and when Thorin thought it was close enough, he pulled his sword away and let Azog impale him.

He gasped for breath and cried out in pain, but at the same time drove Orcrist into the orc's side. He turned them over so he was on top and even though Azog thus only drove his arm further into Thorin, Thorin also drove his sword into Azog's chest.

Azog whimpered, and after a second his body became even paler and his arm fell slack against the ice.

Thorin got off the orc, the wound in his chest bleeding thoroughly, but he paid it no heed as he tried walking back to his nephew.

However, he struggled for breath, and after a second, he lost his balance and fell down.