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Capítulo 29: Chapter 29: Escape

[General POV]

The members of the expedition team split into two teams after the surprise attack. Thorin, along with the dwarves, formed one group, demonstrating their agility and coordination as they were led by their king.

The other group consisted of Aldril and Gandalf. Both, with their great skills, were like lightning and thunder, complementing each other; while Aldril used his two swords that glowed with pleasure as he slayed the orcs, Gandalf showed off his combat expertise, using his sword and staff, slaying the orcs quite easily.

"Slash, slash, splash."

The wargs were dropping like flies despite the group's constant fatigue. The orc leader, furious at seeing them being slaughtered, pulled out his horn and blared it into the dark night, calling for reinforcements in hopes of turning the tide of the battle.

"Auuuuu!!!", "Auuuuu!!!", "Auuuuu!!!".

The howls echoed in the distance. The orc leader, hearing the wonderful sound of the howls, flashed a cruel smile and signaled the remaining wargs to continue attacking the group.

"Kill them all!"

The orcs, mounted on the wargs, grinned sadistically at the sight of the group of dwarves breathing heavily and immediately urged their mounts to attack, imagining the scene where they slaughtered the pesky dwarves.

"You're too annoying," Aldril said as he drew his bow and arrow. He fixed his hawk-like gaze on the orc leader. Sensing a piercing stare, the orc turned his gaze to Aldril and gave him a smirk.

"Shiss!!!"

An arrow flew swiftly; the orc's sneer froze as he felt an object lodged in his head and, with a thud, fell from his mount.

The warg, oblivious to what happened to his rider, charged towards the pair of Aldril and Gandalf. The others, seeing their leader fall, roared with rage and charged with more fervor, shouting aloud, "Kill them!"

At the impending attack, the dwarves tensed, but did not falter. Even Bilbo, though his heart was pounding, showed his courage. He clenched his sword tightly, which glowed with a dark blue light, eager to slay more orcs. His hands, though small in comparison to those of the dwarves, did not tremble, and his gaze reflected resolve.

"Do not falter," Thorin shouted as he braced himself against the impending attack.

After a few seconds that seemed eternal, the wargs clashed fiercely with the dwarves. The clash was like thunder, echoing through the night.

However, the dwarves stood their ground under the leadership of Thorin Oakenshield. Each dwarf fought hard; axes and hammers flashed under the moon, felling the beasts that rushed against them. The wargs, though fierce, could do little.

Aldril, like a skilled archer, positioned himself at the rear of the group as he slew the incoming wargs, thinning their numbers and balancing the battlefield.

"Head down, Bilbo!" shouted Aldril. Bilbo, without hesitation, ducked nimbly, allowing Aldril to get a sure shot at the warg that fell after the arrow embedded itself in its eye. The orc riding it fell heavily, only to be quickly killed by a slash from Bilbo.

Bilbo performance surprised Aldril. Nowhere to be seen was the fearful hobbit of a month ago; now only a brave hobbit unafraid of adversity. Although unexpected, Bilbo's change was welcome.

On the other hand, Gandalf, with his combat experience, recognized the value of having such an accurate archer, so he positioned himself at Aldril's side, protecting him from the wargs that came too close.

Aldril, with his bow, was firing arrows that were cutting through the air with precision, knocking down enemies and protecting the dwarves' backs.

However, in the midst of the frenzy, a warg managed to sneak up behind Aldril's back. With a ferocious snarl, the beast lunged at him, its jaws open and its claws ready to tear.

In an instant, Gandalf acted. With a deft demonstration of his magic, he raised his staff and muttered an ancient word of power.

A white flash, bright as lightning, shot from the tip of the staff and struck the warg squarely, crashing it into a tree. The creature fell to the ground, motionless, as the glow of the spell faded into darkness.

"I owe you one, Gandalf," Aldril said, barely turning to see what had happened. He was prepared to react to the attack, but Gandalf acted first, so he didn't think much of it and kept firing.

"You owe me many," Gandalf retorted, as he slashed at an incoming orc with his sword. Aldril lethal accuracy and Gandalf's magical protection formed a fearsome duo for the orcs.

In just a few minutes, almost all of the remaining wargs were decimated by the group's combined attack. Normally, faced with such situations, the orcs would run away in fright.

"Auuuuu!!!"

Therein lay the reason they didn't run away: they were waiting for reinforcements.

Hearing the howls getting closer and closer, Thorin's face contracted and, anxiously, he shouted, "Kill them before their reinforcements arrive!!!"

At Thorin's command, the dwarves charged and quickly killed the remaining orcs. Aldril accuracy sped up this process, so that only a few seconds later none of the remaining orcs were alive. Turning around, Thorin hurried the group, "Let's go, Orc reinforcements to arrive will be here soon!!!"

Quickly, they all ran into the depths of the forest.

"Hurry, go faster!" urged Thorin. He knew they were all tired, but what else could he do? The group barely withstood this attack.

As he ran, Aldril looked anxiously for Shadow Star; he feared something had happened to him, but, as if on cue, Aldril caught a glimpse of Shadow Star with the other horses following him as he ran towards the group.

"There!!! To the horses, quick!!!" shouted Aldril, pointing to the horses led by Shadow Star. The group, hearing Aldril shout, turned quickly in the direction he pointed and silently thanked their lucky stars.

the horses, led by the majestic Shadow Star, were approaching with great speed.

With renewed vigor, the dwarves raced toward the horses. Bilbo, though panting, kept up the pace. The little hobbit could not help a smile of relief at the sight of the incoming horses and his pony.

Shadow Star whinnied at the sight of Aldril, and as if understanding the urgency of the situation, stopped just long enough for her owner to mount.

"You're the best you know that?" Aldril said to Shadow Star, who whinnied with pleasure but urging him to hurry.

The other horses followed suit, allowing each member of the group to quickly climb onto their mounts.

"Come on, quickly!" urged Thorin, his voice steady despite the weariness evident on his face.

The group, now mounted, began to advance rapidly into the forest. They knew that orc reinforcements were not far away and that every second counted.

Riding swiftly to Thorin side Gandalf gave him a meaningful glance. Thorin, understanding Gandalf look, nodded reluctantly, he may not like Elves, but right now he must put aside his prejudices and think of the welfare of all.

"Lead the way" Thorin said to Gandalf, who hurriedly stood in front of everyone and shouted.

"Follow me!!!"

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Disgusting orcs! Here is your chapter of the day. I've realized that you all enjoy it when I speak to you like this, haha. Remember that you can support me on Patreon, where you can find 10 advanced chapters. Don't forget to leave a review, and if you find a spelling mistake, don't hesitate to let me know.

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Capítulo 30: Chapter 30: Saved

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In a dark forest, where night had claimed ground, several figures could be seen riding swiftly, the branches of the trees creaking under the horses' footsteps. A pale moon peeked timidly through the clouds, briefly illuminating the tense and tired faces of the expedition group.

"Auuuu!"

The terrifying howl of the warg could be heard in the distance, flooding the group with nervousness. The horses as if spurred on by the howl, sped up with more fervor, moving deeper and deeper into the forest.

[Half an hour later]

Finally, the expedition team made it out of the dark forest, being greeted by bright moonlight. Ahead of them lay a wasteland with huge boulders adorning it.

The howls of the Wargs could not be heard, allowing the group to breathe a sigh of relief. The horses slowly slowed down, tired from the chase and adding that they were unable to rest properly from the previous chase.

Shadow Star despite not having rested, was in perfect condition, proving how extraordinary his lineage was.

"Where are we going, Gandalf?" asked one of the dwarves, with a mixture of weariness and hope in his voice.

"We will go to Rivendell," Gandalf replied, his tone firm but comforting. "The elves will help us replenish our lost supplies." As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the north, as if he were searching for something or someone.

"Shall we go ask those damned elves for help? I'd rather stay and fight orcs than ask an elf for help," Dwalin said with a Bold face. He detested the elves with fervor; it was as if an irrational distaste for them was already implanted in his blood.

"I am of the same opinion as Dwalin, I don't want to ask the elves for help," Glóin added with clear disgust in his voice.

"Silence!" shouted Thorin, his voice ringing with authority. Though he shared the opinion of the others, he had no choice. The supplies had been left behind after the sudden orc attack, and he endured the displeasure for the sake of the group.

Ignoring the displeasure of the dwarves, Aldril rode alongside Gandalf and asked, "How long will it take us to reach Rivendell?" He was excited; something inside him urged him on. It was a cozy feeling, the same feeling one feels when arriving home after a hard day.

"At noon, if there is no trouble," Gandalf replied without taking his eyes off the front. He knew that this moor was the border of Elven territory and that sooner or later they would encounter a scouting party.

The orcs would not be stupid enough to cross the border of elven territory, they would be safe on this moor, allowing them to loosen up their already tense bodies a bit.

"We should keep alert until then," he added.

"It's dawn!" warned Ori, pointing to the horizon, where the brightness of the sun was rising majestically, gradually illuminating the dark moor and bringing joy to the dwarves. With the sunlight, the orcs would not pursue them, for the orcs detested the sun.

The dwarves smiled as they felt the first rays of sunshine on their faces, grateful for the brief respite granted by nature.

"A new day," Thorin murmured, allowing himself a brief moment of relief. "I hope it all goes well," he whispered.

But as if fate was spitting in their faces, a group of wargs suddenly emerged from the forest, rushing towards them. The orcs riding the wargs didn't mind the sunlight; it certainly made them very uncomfortable, but their ferocity prevented them from turning and running away. They wanted to murder the dwarf bastards at any cost.

Turning at the loud sound of footsteps, Kili watched in surprise as the wargs rapidly approached them.

"Damn it!!! Orcs!!!" he shouted in frustration.

At Kili's sudden shout, they all turned their heads and immediately their faces changed from relaxed to tense. The number of enemies in front of them reached at least sixty wargs, far more than they could handle.

"Quick! Quicken!" shouted Gandalf, urging his horse to gallop faster. Though tired, the horses gave their all, knowing that, if they did not run, they would be slain by these ferocious beasts.

The group sped forward, the sound of hooves echoing against the rocky terrain. The wargs were rapidly approaching, their snarls filling the air with palpable menace. The orcs mounted on them snarled and roared, waving their weapons in the air.

"Kill the dwarves!!! Quickly!!!" Growled an orc, he wanted to assassinate these bastards that killed several of his group, he didn't want to let them get away once again, sthis time he would do anything to get the head of these bastards.

"We can't let them catch up with us!" cried Thorin, gritting his teeth as his horse strained to the utmost. The dwarves, now clung to their mounts in desperation.

"They will catch up with us, we must fight" Shouted Dwalin clinging with all his remaining strength to his horse, he would rather die in battle, than be killed as he fled.

Gandalf looked up, scanning the horizon with hope palpable in his eyes. "We cannot afford another battle!" he shouted.

Despite finding himself tired and sleepy, Aldril drew his bow and arrow, with determination he began to shoot, thanks to his level with the bow, he could afford to shoot while riding.

He was now very focused, not underestimating the enemy, he knew they could dodge his arrows, so he was not confident like two nights ago where he was almost killed by a warg.

"Shissh" "Shiss" "Shiss" "Shiss."

Three wargs were killed, seeing three of their comrades slain, the orcs roared with fury and charged with more vehemence.

Just when it seemed that the group would be overtaken, a new sound was heard in the distance: the clear, resounding blast of a horn.

"Turuuuu!"

From the nearby hills, a group of elven riders appeared, descending with grace and speed. The elves of Rivendell lunged towards the wargs with calm and lethal precision.

The elven arrows flew through the air, striking the wargs before they could react. The elves, mounted on their sleek horses, moved with perfect timing, demonstrating how well-entered they were.

"Let there be none left!" Commanded an elf of unearthly beauty, with dark hair falling in waves to his shoulders. With one fluid motion he fired an arrow, piercing the orc leader's body.

Within minutes, the elves had significantly reduced the number of wargs. The beasts, seeing themselves outnumbered and without effective leadership, began to retreat, cowardly fleeing into the forest.

The group breathed a sigh of relief as they saw the wargs fleeing, you must understand that they had been without proper sleep for 2 nights and including that they had been fighting without hardly any rest for a long time, first against the orcs, then against the trolls and again against the orcs.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the dwarves tensed up as they were surrounded by the elves, who did not look kindly upon them. It was at that moment that the elf who seemed to be the leader approached Gandalf and with a friendly tone said.

"Mae govannen, Mithrandir," he greeted, bowing his head slightly. "We arrived just in time, it seems."

"Your help has been providential, Elladan," Gandalf replied, visibly relieved. "We have been on the run for so long and find ourselves exhausted, we would not withstand another attack."

"Rivendell awaits you," the Elf said, pointing eastward. "We are here to make sure you arrive safely."

Thorin, looking bold face and with displeasure evident on his face, merely nodded and followed the elves, certainly many events had occurred that had exhausted them mentally and they needed a well-deserved rest.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Aldril put away his bow and followed the elves. However, he felt someone's penetrating gaze, turning to the direction of the gaze, he met the surprised eyes of the black-haired elf.

The expression of recognition on his face puzzled him, for he could not recall ever having seen that elf before.

The elf slowly approached and said "Excuse me my staring, but I think I know you from somewhere," the elf said, his voice soft and melodious. "Have you been to Rivendell before?"

Aldril hesitated for a moment, surprised by the elf's question. "No, I've never been to Rivendell before," Aldril replied, trying to hide his confusion.

The elf seemed to ponder for a moment before shaking his head with a smile. "My apologies then, it must be a coincidence. But your face looks curiously familiar. Anyway, welcome to the lands of Rivendell. I hope you find peace and rest here."

"Thank you" Aldril replied, even with confusion evident on his face "Why the fuck do I feel familiarity with this elf?" he wondered.

*****

Any fic from the game of thrones universe that you recommend? Including dance of dragons, etc. I say this because all I've found are about Jon snow and I've had enough of his fic.

Question of the day, which character from the lord of the rings does the game of thrones verse alone? For me it would be a Glorfindel, that elf would even make Sauron run in fear and I say this because I found a comment that Jon Snow beats Aragorn in combat hahaha.

Remember to support me on patreon, where I'll be uploading chapters more frequently (since I quit my low paid job).

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