Thorin leaned further forward, trying not to blow his cover but get a better view at the Orcs that had taken up residence along the creek.

"It doesn't make sense" Dwalin whispered, "What are they doing so far North"

"They are extremely close to the hidden pass. I am surprised the elves have not noticed their foul presence" Balin observed.

Thorin grunted and shrugged the topic of elves off like an irksome fly, "They block us from going any further. I would suggest we wait but the party of orcs behind us would be upon us before we are free to cross" Thorin said.

"Agreed" Balin answered.

Thorin rushed out first, cutting down two Orcs and heading for the third. The rest of the 12 dwarves followed, slashing and slicing where they could, trying to even the numbers.

Three Orcs advanced on Thorin aggressively. Thorin did his best, blocking their blows and killing one before a blade was stabbed through his side.

Blinding pain filled his vision as he collapsed to one knee barely blocking another sword and earning a well-placed fist into the side of his head.

His vision clouded and his head spun. Extreme nausea and fatigue overcame him as he pushed himself up again swinging widely and collecting an orc head.

"Uncle!"He heard Fili yell. Thorin held his blood soaked side as he spun around to face yet another Orc but he was too slow. The Orc sensing his injury drove a foot into Thorin's stomach.

Thorin yelled in agony and fell. He could hear Dwalin yelling his name, but he could bearly open his mouth to respond. Thorin looked up weakly, his white skin looked even paler than before.

A shape blocked the sun and Thorin turned his light blue eyes to the figure trying to make out who it was. Only when his eyes adjusted did he realise it was the same Orc who had stabbed him. The Orc placed his blade against Thorin's throat. Thorin unable to turn his head to the other side without passing out reached his arm out trying to feel for his own sword. Thorin lost consciousness just as the Orc raised his blade to take his head off.

Kili shot the Orc just in time to stop it from killing his uncle who was now unconscious.

"Dwalin!" Kili yelled pointing to his uncle.

Dwalin was there before anyone else,"Thorin" he said, trying to call Thorin back to consciousness.

"We have to take him to the elves. We can not wait for Gandalf to come" balin said.

Bilbo was nodding his head n agreement, "The wound is far too grave for us to heal".

"I'll carry him. Take his sword" Dwalin said throwing Orcrist to Fili.

"Hurry! The other Orc pack will be upon us at any moment" Balin said.

Dwalin lifted Thorin onto his shoulders and they started off in a slow jog.