There were few people that Thorin Oakenshield trusted. He trusted his kin, but that was it. After losing the Lonely Mountain, the dwarves of Erebor were looked down upon by many races of Middle Earth and elves had a special place of distrust in Thor...
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"Stay together," Gandalf said before running.
"Move!" Thorin ordered. He waited until half of the company ran past him before he started to run as well. The elf sisters brought up the rear of the company, making sure no one fell behind.
The company was doing their best to avoid being seen by the orc pack, though it was proving to be a challenge with the lack of cover. The area had many large boulders scattered around, but distances between them were further than desired. There were several times they were almost caught. They just prayed that their luck held long enough for them to get to safety.
Thorin slowed as he rounded a large boulder, catching sight of the pack as they chased Radagast. However, several company members hadn't noticed Thorin's speed change and almost ran into the open.
"Ori, no!" Thorin shouted, grabbing hold of the dwarf's pack. He pulled the young dwarf back. "Get back."
Gandalf peaked around the corner, waiting for an opening. Once he saw one, he again began giving orders.
"All of you, come on!" he said. "Come on. Quick."
"Where are you leading us?"
Thorin looked up at Gandalf as the company passed in front of them. Instead of responding, the grey wizard continued on. Thorin growled lowly, but followed.
They kept their eyes on the pack, noticing that they were getting closer. Gandalf led them behind another large rock. It wasn't the best place for shelter, but they didn't have many options. Thorin looked down the line and saw Oreliell's eyes look up and widen. He followed her gaze. An orc appeared on top of their hiding place, looking over the surrounding area. While it did not know their exact location, the creature was still too close for any sort of comfort.
Thorin looked at Kili and nodded to his nephew's bow. Kili quietly drew an arrow, taking a calming breath. After a moment, he stepped into the open, revealing himself and firing. The arrow lodged itself into the warg's neck, causing it to snarl in pain. Before the orc could sound the alarm, Kili fired another arrow, bringing the pair down. The dwarves were about to move forward to finish the job when Vedis stepped forward. She pulled out her blade and sliced through the warg's throat, followed quickly by the orc's. Despite their quick deaths, the creatures were quite loud in their final moments, drawing attention to the company's hiding place.
"Move!" Gandalf cried at the sound of warg's howling. "Run!"
The company took off again, this time not even bothering to hide. They followed after Gandalf, now hoping that they at least made it out alive.
"There they are!"
"This way! Quickly!"
They continued over another path, only to stop at the sight of several orcs in front of them.
