The battle had
already begun when we had joined the fray. In our wrath our enemies
fell back and we, unwittingly, followed them, cleaving away. Our rage,
which first kept us from harm, soon led us into great peril. In our
pride we failed to realize that the enemy was surrounding us. It was
the job of me and my twin to act as personal bodyguard to our mother’s
brother, Thorin. At first we had been eager at this assignment, being
near the famed Thorin Oakenshield, hero of the Battle of Azanulbizar,
watching the orcs flee in terror from our great leader. It was not
until we were in the heat of battle following our hero that we realized
how dangerous it was to guard him.
He rushed forward into the orc masses, in his anger,
with no regard for his, or our, safety. Kili and I were both wounded in
the pursuit to keep Thorin from harm, yet we continued to fight. It was
then that they came upon us…the guard of Bolg, huge, ugly, vile-looking
Warg riders. We were drawn away from Thorin as they bore down on us
with their rusty blades, and the wargs’ jaws, coming out of every
direction. I was almost overcome until I saw something out of the
corner of my eye that made my wrath rekindle: Thorin had fallen…”Kili,
Thorin needs help!!!” I called as I stepped to the left to miss the
jaws of the warg I was fighting. Instantly I brought my axe down on its
neck, beheading the foul beast, and leaving the rider vulnerable,
crushed under the body. I disposed of him in my rage and flung myself
into the orcs starting to drag Thorin to Bolg. Kili followed.
I do not remember exactly what happened, my only
thoughts were on destroying each and every one of the foul beasts that
would dare to strike our leader. I felt no pain…until a spear ran me
through. I fell, looking down in disbelief, I could not believe my
eyes, I had not only been hit by the spear but I had at least three
arrows sticking in me, my armor had been cleaved through and I had deep
gashes on my arms, legs, and abdomen. How I had not felt any of these
wounds at first was a mystery to me, but for now all I could think of
was the pain and how my eyes kept going in and out of focus. I could
see orcs closing in on me but I couldn’t move to find my axe. It seemed
as though my ears had also been cloven off, a minute ago there had been
the deafening sounds of battle…now there was nothing. The orcs seemed
to be moving slower then normal. Creeping toward me in slow motion,
while others again tried to drag Thorin to their leader. They were
getting ever closer.
Yet now it seemed as though they were retreating but
I could not think of why. They had only been a couple feet away from
another kill, yet they seemed to be moving away. A roar suddenly broke
the sound of silence. The orcs were flying! No, a giant bear was
throwing them! Beorn had arrived and the orcs were fleeing in utter
terror. What luck! Not only were the orcs parting but he was heading
towards myself, Kili, and Thorin. He had reached Thorin and picked him
up but wait…where was he going? He was turning and leaving! Thoughts
ran through my head: “Me and Kili are being left behind. We deserve to
be taken away from the battle also. We haven’t perished either and we
threw ourselves into mortal peril, because of Thorin’s rashness. We
deserve just as much as he to be rescued like heroes…” However with
Beorn gone the orcs had returned for easy kills. I guess in some way it
was lucky I blacked out before they reached me, but I didn’t care about
the orcs anymore, or the pain, or anything except, “What about us…why
are we not being rescued…like heroes…”
The End
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