The battlefield was a chaos, blood was sputtering everywhere and you did not know what was happening in any other place than where you were at the moment. Adrenaline was going through your veins, you were finally in the battlefield alongside the company, fighting for your king, who has become more than that over time of the journey. His bead was swinging in your hair at every more rapid movement. Your plans were to get married after the battle is over.
However, it seemed far from it. The orcs appeared to have infinite amount of soldiers that were pushing more and more into you so that you could barely keep up with dodging and reflecting their weapons. You were standing on the corpses that lied on the ground so thickly you did not know anymore who they were. Screaming and sounds of battle filled your head, making it impossible to think. The only thing you could do is trust your instincts and fight, fight like there is no tomorrow, kill all the orcs you could and protect your friends. At all cost.
Suddenly your stomach tied in a not, you had a really bad feeling about something. You looked up towards where Thorin was heading- the top of the hill, to kill the command of the orcs. You shook your head and came back to reality, almost getting cut by a blade if it wasn't for Bofur, who defended you while you had stopped for a moment.
"You okay, lass?" He asked mid-fight. You were both panting, the fight was incredibly exhausting and demanding but the adrenaline going through your veins kept you going, kept you alive. Yours and Bofur's back were now touching, allowing you to worry only about the enemies on your one side. An orc approaching you soon enough met your blade, which has made its stop in his head. Kicking the corpse, you tore your weapon from it and fought further, protecting the dwarf's back and he- yours.
"I have a really bad feeling!" you screamed while slaying another enemy. "I need to make sure Thorin's okay."
Just as you said that, you have heard you beloved screaming Kili's name repeatedly. Oh no. No, no, no, no...
"Bofur, they might be in trouble. I have to get there!" You made sure that Bofur will be able to fight by himself for a while and you took off as fast as you could, sliding underneath and beside the enemies instead of killing them. Your worry grew stronger and stronger while you were approaching the command hill of the orcs. Especially that Thorin has just gotten out of the Dragon Sickness, you were concerned about him being able to use the most of his skills in a battle.
The line of Durin had to survive.
While running you had the craziest idea that you intended to bring to life. The moment you have seen a mounted orc, you charged at him and jumped on his warg. After a moment of scrambling and not being able to use your weapon, you took out a dagger from your shoe and stuck it handle deep in orc's chest, letting him slide off the animal.
Now you had a warg. How the hell you were to control him, you had no idea. Just assuming the general direction would be good. Fortunately for you, it listened, at least for so long that you had almost reached the hill. At that moment, it decided that it's the best time to attack you. It had stopped so suddenly that you feel your head forward. You lost your sword on the way, protecting your head while tumbling a couple of meters forward. Before you could get up and get over the slight dizziness, the beast was charging you and closing the couple of meters between you in seconds. Fortunately for you, one of Dain's dwarves has seen that and charged the best himself, killing it with a great hammer on spot.
You needed a couple of seconds to get yourself together. Your sword was lying too far from you to reach it, there were already people fighting right by it. You had no weapon left but you didn't care as you have reached your goal- the hill. Not exactly the tunnels, but the rough surface of it would do perfectly for climbing, moreover, you would not have to fight while climbing.
In the middle of the climb, you stepped on a lose stone, which immediately fell down and your foot right with it. the whole body weight was now relying on your hands, already tired from the battle and the climb. You bit your lip and put as much energy as you could in lifting yourself up and searching for another place for your feet and soon enough you have found it. You didn't have much time left and the knot in your stomach was tighter and tighter.
When you finally were up, you saw Dwalin fighting of some orcs. Alone.
"(Y/N)! How did you get here?" he looked surprised but he couldn't allow himself to be distracted for longer than a second.
"Where is Thorin?" You asked impatiently while dodging an orc and tripping him up, hearing his scream while he was falling.
"There" Dwalin has blocked a blade, holding his own in two hands and has shown you with a nod the direction where the king went before pushing the creature off of him. You immediately sprinted in the direction he has shown you, hoicking up a dagger that was stuck in a corpse on the way and hid it in your shoe. You ran up the stairs in a break between goblins.
And then you saw him. Thorin was okay and Azog nowhere to be seen. A sigh of relief has escaped your lips, your love was okay. But then you have seen something that you did not expect.
Thorin stopped, screaming in pain and falling on one knee. You were so shocked you froze in one place, unable to move. And then you saw him. Azog. He appeared from underneath the ice, with his weapon drawn. Your legs have carried you by themselves, you had merely seconds to reach them. You ran fast like you never did before, with a funnily small dagger in your hand. On your eyes, Thorin fell to the ground and was desperately trying to block Azog's blows, you could see the dwarf getting weaker and weaker every time. He was blocking the weapon aimed at his heart, both hands on the blade, which was already dangerously close to his chest. He was too weak, you knew that, but you were so close, only four meters were left between you and them. Distraction, that's what you needed.
"Hey, you ugly piece of trash!" You screamed on top of our lungs, drawing the attention to yourself. The two looked up at you, Azog stopping to push onto Thorin exactly at the moment you jumped at him, using your body mass and speed to catch him by the waist and knock him down. All three of you were on the ground now, with you and Azog being enclosed in a tight rough-and-tumble, going further away from the king. The further the better.
Your plan was great, you saved Thorin for now and Azog was away from him. Great plan, really. Well, except for one fact. You did not expect Azog to have blade for a hand. Not just any blade- one with two tips. For now he couldn't reach you with it, being so close together you could smell him and, oh boy, that wasn't a nice experience.
Your tumbling finally stopped so now the unplanned part was to come. You were face to face with a beast that vowed to wipe out the line of Durin, the one who has almost killed Thorin. A newly found rage grew inside you, you had a chance to end this miserable life that has brought so many dangers upon you. And Azog... smiled at you? What was happening.
"So you are his pet" he spit out the words, while you were still holding him close to you to unable him to move the hand. Not for long though, as he was much stronger than you. The only chance that you saw for yourself was to be faster than him. You tried to stand up as fast as possible, being on top of him, but his strong hand has stopped you by grabbing your waist.
"Let me play a bit more. Make him suffer..." he whispered in your ear. Oh, no. This was not what you have thought about. But, successful heroic rescues happened only in adventure books, where the bad guys die and the good ones always survive, right?
This was real. He stood up and held you by your hair, lifting you up, you screaming in pain as he did so. You had to think quick. You still had the dagger hidden in the boot, and you were at arm length from him.
"He's going to watch you die. After breaking him fully, he will beg me to kill him" Azog whispered to you again, pointing forward.
It was Thorin, standing in front of you, just a couple of meters away, fright in his eyes but slowly moving forward, leaving a bloody mark behind him.
"Leave her alone!" The king demanded imperiously.
"Stop!" You screamed and looked at you beloved." Please, don't try anything stupid. And trust me. I know what I'm doing." you asked in a cooing tone, looking at Thorin pleadingly. The truth was, you had no idea what you were doing, you had no idea about the outcome except for one thing- you will not let him die.
"Say goodbye" Azog whispered while taking a swing to pierce through you. At the very same time you took the dagger out and cut swiftly through your hair, falling on the ground. Before the orc realised it, you were back on your feet, with a dagger in your hand. He threw the hair that was left in his hand on the ground with fury, . And charged at you. Now you just had to improvise and not let Azog get close to Thorin. Seemed doable. You had to get rid of his weapon somehow. You looked at the ice underneath you and you came up with an idea immediately. You ran, far away from Thorin, insulting Azog however you could to make him leave the dwarf alone and focus his attention only on you. You had the luck of being faster than the orc. You stopped once you decided that the distance was long enough and turned around. There were only a few seconds available to prepare yourself to fight.
At that moment you saw Bilbo running out on the ice, looking around and spotting Thorin close by, Dwalin coming out right after him. You sighed in relief but the view has caused you a distraction that you, under no circumstances, could allow yourself. And there was a good reason for it as you were a millisecond too late while dodging Azog's charge and his sword has cut through your left arm. You hissed but stood your ground, face to face with the monster.
"You really thought you could defeat me? You?!!!" he hissed and grabbed you again, on which you answered with a sting in his hand. He screamed and let you go.
"Dwalin, take Thorin out of here! The line of Durin has to survive!" you used the moment you scream instructions to the dwarf. "No matter what cost" followed your whisper and you answered Azog with an attack while letting out a war cry. He was taking a swing to pierce you but you managed to slide in between his legs to the other side, while cutting up. He fell to his knees while you followed to sting your dagger deep inside his back, holding onto it while he stood up again. That's a position you never thought you would find yourself in. He tried to reach you with his weapon but he failed, you were too close to him. Thus, he grabbed you with his healthy and and tried to drag you forward but you were holding the dagger very tight, so tight that when he finally managed to pull you, the dagger was moved with you, cutting through Azog's back.
"You little..." he sounded surprised, so surprised he let you go. Then you proceeded to use this moment of surprise and sinked your blade in his throat, it being the softest spot that could be used to kill.
He looked even more surprised while you were panting heavily, both of you subsiding to the ground. You pulled the dagger out and let the flood of blood run down from the neck of your enemy while he remained on his knees.
It was... over?
You stood up shakily and looked absentmindedly towards the dwarves and a hobbit, your back towards the corpse. More of the company came, some of them running towards you. Thorin was almost beside you, he was alive, hurt, but alive! You were happy and relief filled your heart. Everything was going to be okay now. Both of you were safe, Azog bled to death behind you. You won. You opened your arms to embrace your love, your fingers already touching.
Suddenly you felt a movement through your lower back to your chest. You looked down.
There was a tip of the blade sticking out of you. Azog's double blade. You looked behind you to see the orc smiling victoriously, taking one last breath before falling down, lifeless.
"No... NOOOOOOO!!!" The king screamed in agony as he realised what has happened. You still needed time to process that, falling to your knees and looking at the blade sticking out of you with surprise. Thorin embraced you, putting hands behind your head and holding you close to him. Your head rested on his shoulder, buried in hair smelling like metal, dirt , blood and sweat. Like home. You heard a sob. Was he crying? You could feel his hands moving from your head to your back, realising what he was about to do. You hugged him as tight as you could without pressing the blade to his chest or even moving it.
"Don't. After taking it out I will bleed to death in just a few moments." you whispered softly. You were a medic. You would die anyway, the blade has pierced near your spine and through the stomach, you supposed. These few moments was everything you had and you wanted them to last as long as possible.
"Amralime... I'm so so sorry... It's all my fault" Thorin whispered while brushing your hair gently. You pulled away and looked at him lovingly.
"Don't be. It was my choice." you chuckled and a bit of blood came out of your mouth" I just... I never thought about how it is to die, you know? I guess there is no more time for it, now that it's so close." sighting, you saw that the dwarves were gathering around you now. You looked around to see faces of your friends, who became so important to you over the past couple of month. Then you looked back to Thorin, him putting a hand on your face.
"(Y/N), I..." he started, not knowing what to say exactly. You caressed his cheek.
"Listen. This is not your fault. You need to be strong for your people, don't let this... get to you" your hand dropped and came to your wound. It was finally beginning to hurt, and it was hell."If you do... oh by the love of Durin!" you proceeded to then scream in agony and began to breathe faster, not helping the blood loss or the pierced organs. You saw the worried look on Thorin's face and you gathered all your strength to finish your sentence. "... you will let him win."
Tears were streaming down Thorin's face as he was staring at you. You smiled faintly and pulled him for the last his, both of you tasting like blood.
"Take it... out... please." You then begged. The pain was too much to handle and you were done, so done. You didn't want to suffer anymore. Thorin, however, ignored that so with a heartache Balin stepped in.
" Don't..." asked the king weakly but the older dwarf just gave him a pitying look and removed the blade from you. You screamed, the pain was even greater now. You could feel Thorin sliding towards you, letting you rest on him in your last moments, so close as you will never again be. You could feel life escaping from you along with the blood.
"I love you. Always..." you said faintly while reaching his face torn by sadness.
That was the last thing you saw.
"I love you too, amralime" Thorin whispered, taking her hand delicately and kissing it. Seeing that (Y/N) no longer responded, he hugged her closely and sobbed while rocking her body back and forth. All the dwarves gathered round were heartbroken, seeing their king in this state and their friend dead.
Thorin then screamed in pain, a noise of a wounded animal got out of him and echoed in the mountains. His sadness became fury, his pain- strength. He lied the girl on the ground carefully and proceeded to charge through the others to let his anger out on Azog's body. However, before he could do that, Dwalin's strong hand stopped him.
"You're wounded" he said calmly to his friend referring to his foot. But Thorin didn't care and shrugged the hand off him, deciding to kick Azog only with his healthy foot.
"Thorin... I know this might not be the right time, but..." Bilbo started and earned a furious look from the king that made him take a step back."... I'm glad you're alive."
"We all are." added Balin. "And we all are in pain because of loss of (Y/N). Thanks to her you're alive."
"But she payed with her life for this." Thorin murmured numbly and dropped to his knees, looking at your lifeless body. "Give me a sword." no one moved as though they didn't understand what he said. "Give me a sword!!!" the king demanded, shouting, and the closest to him handed a dwarven weapon. Thorin put it in (Y/N)'s hands, then moved them so that they would be resting on her chest.
The position of the fallen warrior.
Washed in the king's tears.