The Northern Mountains

~Thirteen~

thirteen

The brown wizard shot off into the forest, hooting and hollering to gain the wargs and orcs attentions and it did work, drawing the creatures stupid minds.

The company themselves had continued running across the field to a selection of rocks, flanked by the pair of Direwolves. Gandalf peeked out as they all listened to Radagast's somewhat maniacal laughter echoing through the trees.

"He is a mad man," Jon grumbled, his hand tightening on his drawn sword.

Hartley shrugged, "I like him. He has always brought me a smile.

Her love raised an eyebrow and shot her an unimpressed look, that she wiped off with a peck on his lips.

"Come on," Gandalf continued to lead them towards the centre of the field, amongst more and more rocks that began enclose them in, "Stay together. Move!"

Hartlyn was getting very frustrated with this man who claimed himself a wizard. He held too many secrets as though he knew everything. She doesn't like lies.

And she was beginng to even more frustrated as it seemed too familiar. Another thing she hated. Not to mention the growing sensation of a will to stand to fight.

A glance to her left showed the small brown wizard still racing with his rabbits, dodging and teasing the wargs, it almost curled her lips into another smirk.

"Where are taking us, Istari?"

The tallest dwarf turned his head slightly to examine the side of the human man's face. The look in his eyes meant he had seen things, fought things, survived things. And now the man was being ignored by the wizard dressed in grey.

"Ori, no! Get back," The youngest dwarf moved too quickly, but Hartlyn grabbed him and yanked him back into her arms before he could be seen.

Gandalf continued on leading towards somewhere that had Jon tensing up. The Direwolves were sprinting behind them, careful not to draw any attention to themselves.

Checking around them to see if they weren't going to be spotted, the wizard nodded, "All of you, come on. Quick!"

He stayed behind, waiting for the rest of the company to move first.

"How can we know where to go if you don't tell us," Harltyn growled., her ire for this person growing.

"Where are you leading us?" Thorin demanded, but as before, Gandalf ignored them both and continued to run, this time with Jon and the two wolves behind the entire company.

With a stroke of bad of luck, Morrigan and Ghost tensed slightly as Radagast slid too close to them. The Queen looked to Jon with her hand clenched around her wand and he nodded at her. She then looked to Kili who was watching the two, trusting their insight.

He knocked an arrow in place and readied himself for what was to come.

The Mistress of Death sensed the monstrous beast as it closed in on them, her face twisted with disgust. She'd kill every single one of them if she had to.

Kili looked up when he saw the shadow approaching them and quickly stood, shooting an arrow straight at the warg. Jon and Thorin followed to slaughter the beast and the orc, trying to not bring any attention to them.