The Dragon's Curse

Well I guess the dragon is out of the bag

They all start running down the mountain as fast as they can. The Wargs follow them rapidly; Artemis was growing worried, the sun was setting and tonight was a fullmoon. Soon the foremost Warg catches up to the group and leaps at Bilbo; Bilbo ducks behind a rock and the Warg’s jaws snap in the air over his head. The Warg lands in front of him. Growling, it charges at him.

Bilbo pulls out his sword and holds it in front of him; the charging Warg impales itself in the head on the sword and falls down dead. Bilbo looks on in surprise. A few more Wargs catch up to the fleeing dwarves, but they are quickly dispatched. The Company reaches a large outcropping of land with a few trees growing on it; they are trapped there, as there is no way off the outcropping besides a great fall down the mountain.

“Up into the trees, all of you! Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb!” Gandalf shouted, as Bifur throws an axe, killing a Warg which was approaching him. Bofur jumps off a rock and grabs a tree branch, using Dwalin’s head as a stepping stone to the tree. Other dwarves begin climbing into the trees as well. Bilbo tries to pull his sword out of the dead Warg’s head, but it is stuck firmly. He continues to pull.

“They’re coming!” Thorin shouted as Gandalf climbs to the top of the furthest tree; Dwalin boosts Balin up. Thorin, Bombur, and the rest climb up trees too. The main body of Wargs and Warg Riders approach. Bilbo finally manages to pull his sword out of the Warg; he looks up to see several more Wargs running at him. Artemis grabbed hold of Bilbo throwing him up towards the branches. She drew her sword, but she didn't climb a tree.

"Artemis!" Gandalf shouted as Wargs rushed towards her, many tried to bite, only whimpering as her dragon tough skin broke their teeth. She tried to fight them all off, but many avoided her as dozens of Wargs circle the trees in which the Company members are perched. Gandalf reaches out with his staff and picks up a moth sitting in the same tree as him. Bringing the moth close to his face, he whispers to it; he then blows it gently, causing it to flutter away. The Wargs cease their growling and turn as the White Warg, with Azog on its back, approaches slowly. Thorin looks at Azog in shock.

“Azog?!” Thorin whispered hoping his he was wrong. As his White Warg growls, Azog strokes it and talks ominously.

“Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?” [Do you smell it? The scent of fear?] “Ganzilig-i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Train-ob.” [I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain.] Artemis was circling round as Wargs just growled at her, not pouncing, though they kept whimpering to her scent. Thorin looks stricken with pain and grief, realizing that Azog had captured his father.

“It cannot be.” His eyes burning. He couldn't believe it, he wished it wasn't true. Azog speaks to his Wargs and Riders.

“Kod, Toragid biriz.” [That one is mine.] “Worori-da!” [Kill the others!] At his command, the Wargs leap forward and try to climb the trees. They jump as high as they can, scrabbling at the tree trunks and breaking apart branches in their jaws in their efforts. The trees shake violently at the assault, and the dwarves struggle to hold on.

Many of the wargs started to attack Artemis, their teeth breaking, their claws chipping as they tried to dent her skin. The dwarves were all amazed as she kept going, little did she know they were slowly backing her back towards the edge of the mountain. Fili and Kili were nervous before they looked at the moon rising worried.