Chapter 9 Orcs!

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Start of recap...

Sensesing her fear thorin brings the little elfling towards him and held her close.

[Fili:] “Throat-cutters. There’ll be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them.”

[Kili:] “They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone’s asleep. Quick and quiet; no screams, just lots of blood.”

Bilbo looks away in fright; Fili and Kili look at each other and begin laughing.

"its not funny Ki and Fi!!" cried Calen feeling tears in her ocean blue eyes. Thorin glares at this Nephews

End of recap...

Third person pov...

[Thorin:] “You think that’s funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?”

[Kili:] “We didn’t mean anything by it.”

[Thorin:] “No, you didn’t. You know nothing of the world.”  

[Thorin walks off to the edge of the cliff with Calen in his arms he was keeping the little elfling warm.

He looked out over the valley; Balin walks up to Fili and Kili.

[Balin:] “Don’t mind him, laddie. Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first.”

At the cliff...

As Balin was telling the story, Calen was so busy looking at the stars to go back to sleep but thorins warmth was making her comfortable and sleepy.

'I'll just close my eyes for a few minutes' she thought sleepily it took her a few seconds before falling into a deep sleep.

Thorin smiled at her and tucked the blanket around her more tightly.

Thorin then turns away from the view  beyond the cliff as Balin finishes telling his story; the entire Company is awake and standing in awe, staring at him.

Thorin walks between them toward the fire.

[Bilbo:] “But the pale orc? What happened to him?”

[Thorin:] “He slunk back into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago.”

away from the Company’s campsite, and on another cliff across the valley. A group of Wargs and Orcs is there, spying on the Company. Yazneg, their leader, talks to the rest.

[Yazneg:] “Send word to the Master. We have found the Dwarf-scum.”

Next day...

It was the next day, the company were riding their pony's through a super muddy forest and it pores down with cold rain.

Shivering The little elfling curles closer inwards so she is touching gandalfs robes.

Everyone was cold, wet and miserable.

[Dori:] “Here, Mr. Gandalf, can’t you do something about this deluge?”

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