Chapter XXXIX

                                    

                                          
Thranduil's pov 
                          
The next few days continue with near breakthroughs from the orcs. It unnerved me every time I would hear the news.
                          
"Lord Thranduil, the west wall is experiencing difficulties with the orcs. If we don't get some help soon, they will likely be defeated." A messenger elf explains.
                          
I mentally curse. I knew there wasn't much backup to send. We have had a large amount of casualties, and there wasn't much I could do.
                          
I stand. "I will go..." 
                          
"I would advise not." I turn to see the familiar face of Elinor. "We lost Serion, we don't need to lose you also."
                          
"Who else will go then?" I retort. "There isn't many others left, and we can't leave the walls vacant."
                          
Elinor doesn't pursue after that, and I continued to head out anyway. Since Serion died, I have taken more roll in the military, and it often put my life on the line. I didn't mind it, but none of my advisors liked it.
                          
I walk straight out the castle, heading over to the stables where they kept my elk. He was ready for another adventure, and was staring at me intensely. 
                          
"There's another battle to go to." I tell him, leading him out of the stables in a fast manner. Once we are out of the stables, I mount and hurry to the battle. Along the way I notice that there were fewer people out on the streets. After the orcs broke through there have been less and less people outside. I didn't blame them, but I was ashamed that my kingdom was in constant fear. 
                          
I reach the walls in time to see the orcs break through.
                          
I immediately draw my sword and rush to aid the guardian elves. I starting cutting orcs down, noticing the same tattoos glowing, similar to the fight that took Serion's life.
                          
When I find that wizard I won't have mercy.
                          
I never have had mercy on enemies, the one time I did led to my son leaving and Tauriel's banishment. No... I wouldn't have mercy after that.
                          
I cut down another orc, feeling the rage hit me. I also found that part of my hands were burning, which didn't concern me at the moment. I ride up to the wall, seeing the elves attempt to push back the orcs. They didn't succeed, and the longer I watched, the more impossible success seemed to be.
                          
Despite that, I rage in. I continue to fight with all of my strength, and I occasionally saw an orcs growl at me. One even cursed at me, which I almost scoffed at. The more orcs I killed the harder it became for my elk to ride through the mess. We continued until my elk tripped and a orc stabbed him. I was flung from the elk, and tumble to my knees. My sword is also flung many feet away from me. 
                          
I jump up, dodging another attack. I go to grab my bow and realize that I hadn't equipped it. I mentally cuss and resort to hand combat. I was able to punch the orc, which didn't upset him in the slightest. He instead swings his sword, which was heavy so it luckily made the orc slower. I managed to dodge it and jump onto the orcs back. The orc, finally upset, throws himself backwards. I jump off, landing to the side as the orc grunts while hitting the mess. 
                          
Orcs aren't quiet, which came in my benefit if they tried to hit me from behind. But I was still distracted and only noticed the noise as it hits my back. The mace makes contact with my upper back as I go flying. I was in a haze despite my armor doing its best to protect me. I hit the ground and my head hits an orc body. I do my best to scramble to my feet but was grasped by hands that were much stronger than I expected. I was pulled up and met the face of a orc. 
                          
"This is the elvish king!" He mocks and laughs, turning his head around to see something. I wasn't able to see the person until they approach me. I was surprised to see the person as a old man with a black cloak and pointy hat. 
                          
The wizard that had cause so much trouble.
                          
"Well isn't it indeed." He says, right before a huge rock hit my head and I lose consciousness.