Azog and his pack of wargs and orcs finally arrived at the edge of a rock outcrop and down below them were their prey: the dwarfish women. He’d been waiting for this moment for a long time. The moment he’d finally crush those dwarves.
The light from the sun faded as it set and darkness began overtaking the landscape.
A group of wargs then approached Azog, growling and snarling and saliva dripping from their mouths.
“Run them down!” he ordered “Tear them to pieces!”
The wargs howled and charged down the hill, roaring as they went.
The girls were frightened out of their minds. They could hear the wargs closing in on them.
“Oh great.” Traude said “Out of the frying pan…”
“And into the fire!” Gillian said “Run, quickly!”
“B-But Frieda’s injury!” Kamilla said.
“Bridget, carry her, quick!” Ophelia ordered.
The girls didn’t need to be told a second time because they grabbed all their weapons and made a run for it with Bridget once again having to carry Frieda. They ran as fast as they possibly could given the terrain and looked for another route to escape but the farther they went down the path the more narrow it seemed to get. And the wargs were getting ever closer.
Brianna was doing her best to keep pace (she was behind Bridget and Kamilla) when suddenly she tripped over a log and toppled over just as warg leapt over her and landed right in front of her.
“Brianna!” Kamilla called out from several feet away behind the warg.
The warg stared at Brianna with hate-filled eyes and snarled at her. Brianna’s mind flashed back to Bertha telling her of Beate’s encounter with wargs. Everything matched up: the large size, the shark-like fangs and that horrendous growl.
The thing suddenly lunged at her and Brianna shut her eyes and drew her sword and held it out in front of her when suddenly she felt the sword go through something as she heard a roar and the sword fell out of her hands and she felt something furred touch her feet.
She opened her eyes to see the warg lying dead at her feet and her sword embedded into the things skull. She then looked at her dress. Part of it was stained red with blood. She then heard kafuffle behind her and saw as Traude and Daniela killed another warg before it got to the others.
Suddenly, she heard some yelling and she turned to her left to see a warg chasing Ottilie. But with lightning reflexes she twirled around and clobbered the warg right in the skull and it flopped to the ground with a loud crack when Ottilie hit it with the axe.
And then Brianna, realizing the danger she might be in if they stayed here, grabbed her sword and began to tug on the handle. But it wouldn’t budge. She looked behind her and saw the wargs coming closer in the distance.
“BRIANNA RUN!!!” Bertha screamed from up ahead.
Brianna then grabbed the sword with all her might and placed her left foot on the dead wargs head and tugged tightly. The sword finally slid out of the wargs skull and was freed followed by a small spurt of blood as Brianna stumbled back but managed to balance herself. As soon as the sword was free she made a run for it so she could just the others.
But now the girls had a bigger problem. They suddenly found the pathway they were on led to a ledge that dropped all the way down to the foot of the mountain. The girls stooped so suddenly that Barbara almost ran right of the cliff but Daniela and Bertha restrained her just in time and pulled her back.
Gillian searched for options. The wargs were coming ever closer from behind and now they were on the edge of a cliff. They couldn’t go forward or back. They couldn’t go sideways.
They were boxed in. Not a good situation to be in. There had to be a way out. There had to…wait. The trees. Of course!
“Up into the trees, girls!” she ordered “It’s our only chance!”
“What?!” Traude asked.
“DO AS I SAY!!!” Gillian roared.
The girls quickly started climbing the trees as best they could. Gillian drew her sword and guarded the girls as they climbed up. Brianna finally caught up with the group and ran up to a tree where Barbara, Bertha, Nadja, Daniela and Bridget were attempting to climb and Beate was standing guard under right next to Gillian. Gillian was very relieved to see Brianna to say the least.
“Up into the trees!” she told her “Come on, Brianna! Climb!”
Brianna attempted to scramble up the tree and would have fallen off except Bridget grabbed her just in time and helped her up and Beate climbed up right behind Brianna leaving Gillian the sole person on the ground.
The wargs were now seconds away from the trees. Gillian decided it was as good a time as any and ran up to the tree where Traude was and she climbed onto the first two branches and Ottilie and Dorothea helped her up just as the wargs arrived and one of the wargs jaws barely missed Gillian’s backside. She clambered as high as she could partly thanks to the girls help.
And this was the arrangement the girls were in: on one tree were Barbara, Bertha, Daniela, Nadja, Bridget, Beate and Brianna and on the other was Dorothea, Ottilie, Traude, Gerlinde, Kamilla, Frieda and Ophelia. And at the bottom of the trees were the wargs.
The wargs attempted to climb the trees, their jaws snapping together almost rhythmically and their claws scratching the oak and ripping the bark off along with some tree sap. But no matter how hard they tried they couldn’t climb the trees. The trees shook violently and some loose branches fell off but they just couldn’t climb the trees.
Up in the second tree, Gillian looked at Dorothea who looked rather dizzy to say the least.
“I-I’m too old for this.” she panted.
“Yeah I know.” Dorothea said.
Suddenly a loud, booming voice echoed and the wargs retreated back a few feet. The girls peeked up through the branches to see Azog atop his warg. Kamilla then tapped Traude on the shoulder.
“A-Auntie…” Kamilla stammered as she pointed “Look.”
Traude looked where Kamilla was pointing and her heart suddenly sank. She pushed the branch down to get a better look and she still couldn’t believe it. Her enemy was not only alive but had been in fact chasing them the whole time. To make matters worse, he was looking right at her and it he had a wicked smile on his face
“Do you smell it?” he said loudly “The smell of fear? You’re father reeked of it, Traude, daughter of Thrain. And now, so do you.”
“No.” Traude said in disbelief “It cannot be.”
Brianna, Gillian and the rest of the group were equally shocked. Azog then pointed his club, which he held in his right hand, at Traude.
“That one is mine.” he ordered before waving his club above his head “KILL THE OTHERS!!!”
The wargs then roared and lunged at the trees and resumed scratching and slamming into the trees only this time they attempted to jump. Their jaws snapped at the poor girls who did their best to climb higher and the wargs snapping jaws barely missed them.
“DRINK THEIR BLOOD!!!” Azog roared.
The wargs then did something unexpected. They went straight for the tree Barbara, Bertha, Daniela, Nadja, Bridget, Beate and Brianna were in much to their horror. Some began pushing against one of the trees while the others dug into the ground furiously, ripping roots from the ground and kicking dust and rocks everywhere.
The tree they were on suddenly creaked and began to lean. It was falling over. The girls quickly began to panic as the tree leaned ever farther and soon it began colliding with the tree next to it, causing that to start falling over. They all quickly jumped onto that tree as the previous tree fell down but the wargs quickly moved to that tree as well and soon began ripping into the roots of the tree.
“WHAT’LL WE DO?!!” Brianna exclaimed.
“Get into our tree!” Gillian called out “Hurry!”
No sooner had Gillian said that the tree Brianna and her group were on began to fall and they wasted no time in jumping onto the tree that Gillian’s group was on. Bertha almost slipped when the branch she landed on broke but Beate managed to catch her with Bridget’s help just as the wargs surrounded the tree.
Now all the girls were in the same tree and watched as the tree Brianna’s group were on slipped off the cliff and fell straight down dragging a piece of the cliff with it. Above the scene the moon shone brightly and the wind blew through the leaves and through the girls hair.
Gillian then noticed two things in rapid succession. The first was an orange moth with black spots on it’s wings on a nearby branch. She carefully moved her staff for the moth to walk on. The moth moved onto the tip of the staff and Gillian moved the staff towards her until the moth was just inches away from touching her nose.
She then quietly whispered something to the moth and off it flew and as soon as it took off she turned her head and noticed the second thing. All over the tree were pinecones and there was a good number of them clambered together nearby her within arms-reach.
Suddenly an idea popped up in her head. It was insane. So insane that it just might work.
Without hesitation, she grabbed a pinecone and rubbed it against her staff and twirled in her hands at the same time and began blowing on it. Some of the girls took notice.
“Gillian, what are you doing?!” Frieda asked.
Within seconds, the pinecone caught fire and Gillian threw it directly at the ground near the wargs. And the moment the pinecone hit the ground, the twigs and grass around it ignited and were set aflame.
Azog, his orcs and the wargs were shocked to say the least.
The girls quickly caught on to what Gillian did, especially Traude.
“Everybody, grab some pinecones and give them to Gillian!” she ordered.
Everyone did as instructed and Gillian helped ignite a few pinecones and gave them to the girls who passed them around for others to ignite. They did so rather quickly and as soon as the pinecones started burning the girls threw them down at the wargs.
The girls didn’t stop until they’d literally thrown every pinecone in that tree at the wargs, all of which were on fire. Pretty soon a virtual wall of fire surrounded the tree and it only grew as broken down barks and logs ignited.
The wargs retreated and howled in fear and one was even on fire. Azog, upon witnessing this, angrily roared in defiance.
The girls on the other hand cheered very loudly. They finally seemed safe from their enemy and they’d get out of this alive.
And then the tree began to crack and lean.