When I was little, my Father used to tell me stories about his times on the battlefield. He made it all seem so adventurous and heroic, describing the places he had been and the triumph of winning the fight. The party and celebration that would come after. He made it seem like such an honour to be part of such sacrifice, that it was simple. My Father always wanted me to grow up to be a warrior so that I could fight side by side with him, telling me that a strong leader must be a good fighter. When I was young I couldn't wait to get out on the battlefield and fight alongside with him...
But, all the stories I heard from my Father were only half true. Along with the adventure and heroism, there was death and distraction. After my first battle, I was in ways...different. He'd prepared me physically but never mentally prepared me. Probably because he knew I would never be the same, or maybe it was just unavoidable. Perhaps he feared I'd never be ready if I knew...either way, in the end, I didn't see things the same way. After my Father's death, I tried to stay away from battles and wars, though sometimes I have had no choice, like now. There are times when violence is the only answer to so many people's problems. It's unfortunate...
The Were-Worms disappear into their holes deep in the earth. There's a long silence, for a moment no one knows what to do, unsure what is the next move is. A horn is heard in the distance, catching our attention. Hundreds of Orcs begin to flood out of the holes in the earth. Behind the orcs up above on a ledge is a device made from wood and rope to make signals, something we hadn't noticed appeared because we were preoccupied. All part of the pain.
Dain and his army of dwarves begin to run towards the orcs into battle.
I never thought I would see the day when I stand in the middle of a battlefield once again, with friends who are fighting. I must take in a big breath and look at my surroundings before the turn of events sink in, memories flashing through my head, the similarities messing with my head.
Dain and his army of dwarves' rush toward the oncoming Orcs, battle cry erupting, and weapons raised. The elves don't budge, watching the havoc that has begun. The dwarves are clearly outnumbered by the orcs if the elves don't help the dwarves will surely die "The elves, will they not fight?" Bilbo questions as though he heard my thoughts.
"Thranduil! This is madness!" Gandalf yells to Thranduil.
Thranduil looks back at the Dain and his dwarves, who have stopped and built a shield wall. The orcs approach the shield wall at full speed. As the Orcs reach the dwarves, the Elves leap up over the shield wall from behind, cutting down the approaching orcs. The dwarves break the shield wall before rushing forward cutting down Orcs with their spears. Dain rides through the Orcs, smashing them with his hammer.
The remaining elves march toward the battle, leaving Gandalf, Bilbo and me standing where we are in the centre of them all "Ah, Gandalf? Is this a good place to stand?" Bilbo questions.
"No, it's not," I say looking at the havoc a few hundred meters ahead of us.
Another orc horn is heard in the distance. The signalling device changes again, soon after the sound of another army marching fillings our ears. We look in the distance to see another army of orcs rushing to Dale "Azog, he's trying to cut us off!" Gandalf shouts.
"All of you fall back to Dale! Now!" Bard orders the Lake Town men to rush towards Dale.
"To the city! Bilbo! Ivy! This way!" Gandalf yells.
"You guys go ahead! I'm going to stay back and help the dwarves!" I yell back. Gandalf nods pulling Bilbo with him, who protests me staying.
I turn around, lightly walking forward, withdrawing my sword. I don't do all that running into battle crap, too much energy lost if I do, so I march in with a sturdy pace. The dwarves are going to need my help, I suspect Thranduil won't stick around for long, he's only fighting because he has no choice for now.
Realising my no running idea is useless, I take a few big breaths before running at my full speed into the battle of elves, dwarves and orcs. Leaping over already dead bodies, I lung into the fight, swinging my sword around in every direction, hit orcs, not having a moment to hesitate. Pulling back my arm, I cut off an orcs head using all my strength to force the sword through the flesh.
I'm not amongst the fight for long before the elves begin to fall back to Dale as I suspected, Thranduil is going to make a run for Mirkwood. I continue to cut down Orc after Orc. I feel pain in my arms since I have a few cuts, but I fight on, not having a moment to rest. I don't even feel the impact of sword against flesh anymore, the action seeming effortless as my body become jelly. The dwarves and I begin to back towards Erebor, the orcs outnumbering us by hundreds and cornering us in.
Some Orcs manage to kill Dain's bore, Dain falling off but quickly leaping to his feet, smacking orc heads right of their bodies with his giant hammer "You buggars!" Dain yells falling back to the group of dwarves "Where's Thorin! We need him! Where is he?" Dain yells looking around. He joins the huddled crowd of dwarves, myself also fulling back amongst the army "we can still take these buggars!" He yells.
Dain gives me a backwards glance, his eyes moving off me for a second before returning when we realise I'm not a dwarf "What are you doing here?" He questions.
"Helping save your asses!" I yell cutting down another Orc "You looked like you needed saving!" I say with a grin hitting down another Orc.
Dain smiles and laughs, striking down a couple orc "I suppose I'm your dismal then, huh?"
I smirk, continuing to behead more orc "And I'm your knight in shining armour."
Loud laughter erupts through Dain "Ha! Very funny! I like you" He says knocking a few Orcs off their feet. I give a smile and cut down more orcs "Fall back! Fall Back! To the barricade! Fall back!" Dain yells.
The remaining dwarves begin to make a shield wall again. I duck down behind the shield to get a breath, quickly pulling out my bow and loading it. I begin to shoot down orc with the protection of the shield. Another horn is heard in the distance. Trolls begin to march towards us.
As the nest siege arrives, I can't keep the negative thoughts from pulling my mind. This is how we're all going to die, in the hands of orcs and trolls. Although I guess I've always been destined to die on a battlefield, not my own words, this only seems fitting. After all, what else is there besides the fight for me?
Suddenly another horn is heard above us. I stop shooting and look up at the barricade where Bombur sits with a giant horn. Suddenly without warning the barricade of rocks smashes outward as it is hit from inside by a giant golden bell. Ducking down, dust and small rock of the wall fall over me. The larger rocks fall forward, making a rough bridge across the moat. Thorin and the company rush out across the bridge with weapons in hand. Taking a moment to get my bearing back, I realise the company are joining in on the fight, causing a smile to spread across my face.
"To the King! To the King!" Dain yells to his dwarves. They all cheer and follow behind Thorin and the company.
"Du Bekâr! (Translation: To arms!)" Thorin yells from the front of the now once again army of dwarves. They smash their way through the orc ranks, smashing and hitting with anger and hatred of Orcs. I soon follow behind and begin to cut down orcs.
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In The End-The Hobbit
Fanfiction'In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take..." Ivy has walked Middle Earth for almost as long as the beginning of the land itself, surviving the world she was thrown into all alone, with no title. She has lived to see battles and wars th...
