Sherlock/The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies Watchalong

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The Riven Crown: Chapter Sixteen

‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’

The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin’s life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place.

Then there is the matter of the gold…

Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?

(Bagginshield, WiP)

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A sudden loud roar startled both the defiler and his prey. As they both turned in the direction where the sound had come from a slight wave of dizziness overcame Fili. The wounds and exhaustion from the battle were finally taking their toll. His vision began to blur, he could not make out much in the distance. He saw his uncle not very far from them lying on the frozen ground, he was not moving. But his attention was caught by a dark spot behind Thorin, it appeared to be moving and it was coming near fast.

Then suddenly a whizzing sound cut through the air, followed by an irritated growl from the white orc as something slammed into Azog’s shoulder. Caught by surprise he staggered a step forward. An Arrow was protruding out of the orc’s left shoulder blade.

The vicious smile that Azog had been wearing on his face earlier disappeared, instead his eyes were now filled with anger. Without wasting any more time the defiler walked straight to the brothers, not even bothering to look for the archer that had shot the arrow.

When Azog went to grab for the older brother’s hair Fili realized he did not even have the strength to fight him. His numb limbs wouldn’t move. His body felt weak, as if all his energy had suddenly been drained from him.
The defiler raised his sword again and Fili knew what was about to come. He would decapitate him as he had done with his great-grandfather Thror. He closed his eyes. His only comfort was in that moment that Kili was not conscious to see what was about to happen every second now.

But the slash of the blade that would end his life would not come. Another roar sounded, just in front of them and a moment later Fili found himself on the ground. Azog had to loosen his grip on Fili’s hair as he was attacked by a giant creature. There was a short moment where Fili could see clear again and recognize it as a giant bear. Though that moment faded fast. He could already feel the consciousness slipping slowly from his grasp, now barely able to keep his eyes open.

Another form appeared in front of his sight.
Was that Bilbo…? His lips were moving. He was talking to him but the words did not find their way to Fili’s ears.

But they seemed to be safe now - Kili was safe now. It was all Fili needed to know and wanted to believe. Arms still wrapped tightly around his brother, he finally gave up the fight to stay conscious and surrendered to the darkness…

Do you think I should continue this or draw the scenes that I wrote here that are not seen in the picture?
I don’t know if I’d be up to continue this but I’d apreciate your opinion on this. :)

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