What happens when Ellia of Rivendell all but invites herself into the company of Thorin Oakenshield after overhearing a heated discussion between her father and a wizard about a vision involving her destiny? Come on the journey with Ellia through Mi...
Thorin and Ellía were riding in front of the war machine, that carried Fili, Kili, Balin, and Dwalin, on the frozen river when a pack of wargs came stumbling down the hillside and blocked their path. "I've had just about enough of these mutts." Ellía growled out as the pack started to charge towards them.
As the group clashed with the wargs, Ellía and Thorin immediately cut one down each, but others slipped past them and attacked the rams pulling the war machine. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder to check on the others and was met with Fili balancing on the wooden beam that the rams were harnessed to.
"What the hell are they doing?!" she shouted to Thorin as she couldn't help but worry about the golden-haired prince. "Who knows!" Thorin grumbled back as he cut down a warg and its rider. They both heard a loud crash and turned around to see Dwalin, Kili, and Fili riding towards them on rams while the war machine spun around on the ice with Balin shooting down the approaching wargs.
"We can't leave him!!" Ellía yelled and yanked on Radag's mane to head back for their friend, but Dwalin blocked her path. "He knows what he's doin', lassie. Now, come on!" He ordered her. The elf took a shaky breath before urging Radag on and following the others up the rocky path leading to the top of Ravenhill.
It didn't take the group too long before they had made it to the top and killed the small troop of orcs guarding the base. Ellía took a moment to catch her breath and wipe away the sweat and blood on her brow as she slipped off Radag's back. She couldn't ignore the feeling of dread wash over her as they stood in eerie silence and a thick mist. "Where is he?" Kili spoke up, asking the question everyone was thinking.
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"It looks empty." Fili said confused as he looked up at the peak where Azog had been giving signals the whole battle. "This was too easy, Thorin." Ellía said worriedly as she began scanning the area for any sign of movement. "It was too easy." Thorin agreed and turned to his nephews. "Go to Gandalf, mellon. He will need your help right now more than I." Ellía spoke to her stallion friend quietly. Radag let out a small huff and nuzzled her shoulder. "I'll be safe as long as your are too." She replied with a kiss to his nose.
The large stallion bowed his head to her before galloping back down the way they had come. "Fili, take your brother. Scout out the towers. Keep low and out of sight. If you see something, report back. Do not engage. Do you understand?" Thorin ordered. Ellía's eyes widened at his order. "Wait, no. We need to stay together-" she began to argue but a few shrieks took the dwarfs attention away from her.
The group looked behind them to see a group of goblins scrambling towards them. "Goblin mercenaries. No more than a hundred." Dwalin called as he raised his battle axe. "We'll take care of them. Go!" Thorin said. Fili and Kili spun on their heels and hurried down a set of crumbling stone steps. 'What do I do, Haruní...' Ellía thought as she glanced between Thorin and his disappearing nephews.
