My Heart, My Mountain, My King {Thorin Oakenshield Fanfic}

Chapter 15 - He's Alive?!

Thorin grabbed my hand and we started running down the mountain as fast as we could. The sun disappeared in the sky far too quickly as the warg pack gained on us. One of them leapt towards Bilbo, but he ducked just before it's jaws snapped. Growling, it charged at him.

Bilbo pulled out his sword and held it out in front of him. The charging warg impaled itself in the head on the sword and fell down dead. Bilbo looked on in surprise. I grabbed his hand and pulled him along with me.

We reached a large outcropping of land with a few trees growing on it. I looked around. We were trapped there, as there was no way off the outcropping besides a great fall down the mountain.

"Up into the trees! All of you!" Gandalf ordered. "Climb!"

I looked in the distance as more and more Wargs approached us.

"Jaedda!" Thorin yelled while pulling me into the tree he was in.

I saw Bilbo trying to remove the sword that was stuck in the warg's head, but it was really stuck in there.

"Bilbo com'mon!" I screamed.

The main body of Wargs and warg riders approached.

Bilbo finally managed to pull the sword out from the warg's head. He looked up to see several more Wargs running after him. He quickly climbed up a tree as the Wargs rushed below him.

Dozens of Wargs circled the trees in which we were perched. I looked over my shoulder and saw Gandalf talking to a moth. Wait, what?

The Wargs ceased their growling and turned as the White Warg, with Azog on its back, approaches slowly.

No... I thought. That's impossible....

I rubbed my eyes, but they were under no curse. This was Azog the Defiler. The Pale Orc. Thorin's arch nemesis.

Thorin turned his head as well and looked upon the Orc. His eyes widened with disbelief, as if he was seeing a ghost. He quickly lowered the tree branch slightly obstructing his view.

"Azog?!" he harshly whispered in disbelief.

I looked to Thorin, tears in my eyes.

"No...!" I weeped. "It's not real! Tell me it's not real!"

As the White Warg growled, Azog stroked it talked ominously.

"Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?" he asked in black speech. "Ganzilig-i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Train-ob." (Translation: Do you smell it? The scent of fear? I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin, son of Thrain.)

Thorin was struck with pain and grief, realizing that Azog had captured and killed his father.

"It cannot be," he whispered through held back tears. First his grandfather, now his father. Who was next? Kili and Fili?

"Kod, Toragid biriz," Azog spoke to the other orcs while pointing to Thorin. "Worori-da!" (Translation: That one is mine. Kill the others!)

At his command, the Wargs leapt forward and tried to climb the trees. They jumped as high as they could, scrabbling at the tree trunks and breaking apart branches in their jaws in their efforts. The trees shook violently at the assault as we struggled to hold on.

"Sho gad adol!" Azog shouted. (Translation: Drink their blood!)

With the weight of the Wargs climbing it, the furthest tree from the edge of the cliff, which Bilbo and several other dwarves were in, got uprooted from the ground and began leaning wildly.