~~~~Flashback. A few days after the incident on the mountain and two days before Chapter Twelve~~~~

We stopped to make camp in a clearing of the woods we had been walking through, I looked up and saw the stars twinkling brightly in the clear night sky. I moved to help Bifur with the fire when I heard my name,

"Zena." Thorin called, I walked over to him,

"Yes, my dear?" I said with a goofy smile that I always seemed to have.

"We need to talk." He said and motioned for me to follow him. My heart leapt up in my throat and I swallowed the lump that formed, but none the less I followed him a little ways away from camp. He stopped in front of a tree and let out a long sigh, I breathed through my nose slowly to calm my heart rate.

The last time someone said they needed to speak with me was when I received some very horrible news.

"I think you should go back to Rivendell. Someone would be with you, of course." His back was still to me and he kept staring at the tree.

"Why?" I asked, a little bit of frustration laced my voice. He turned to face me fully,

"Do you not remember yesterday?" I only raised a brow. Of course I remember yesterday, my head was almost cut off by an Orc. I rubbed the front of my throat.

"Yes, I do." I said flatly. He gave a short nod,

"Then tomorrow you and Bofur will travel back to Rivendell." He said before starting to walk back to camp. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back,

"I am not a child that needs protecting." I growled, he took my hand in his,

"I know you aren't, âmralime."

"Then why do you want me to go back to Rivendell? I can handle myself in a fight, Thorin." I pulled my hand away from his and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Because I don't want to risk loosing you again, Zena." His voice had gotten a little louder.

"Its going to happen, Thorin. Just because I am part Elf, doesn't mean I'm immortal. I can't keep cheating death." I hissed.

"I know you can't-" He stopped and I saw his jaw clench and he breathed through his nose heavily. "You are going back to Rivendell and that's final." He said in a growl. My tail twitched angrily,

"If you think I am leaving now after I have traveled with all of you this long, your wrong!" I hissed loudly. "I am going to Erabor with you all, whether you like it or not." I snipped and stormed back to camp.

That night I slept in between Fili and Kili like I used to before Thorin and I finally fessed up. I could feel him staring at me while he kept watch, I ingonred him and turned onto my stomach before falling into a dreamless sleep.

~~~~Previously~~~~

"Which is it, Oakenshield? Fight or cower and run like the weakling you are while your heart dies." Azog taunted as he ran the tip of the blade down Zena's side.

~~~~Now~~~~

Zena shuddered as the cold metal of the blade grazed down her neck, arms, and sides, she still struggled to breathe and his hand only tightened around her neck more.

"Come on, Oakenshield, we don't have all night. Either you fight me or watch your heart bleed." Azog taunted more. Zena tried kicking him, her hip getting cut by her dagger in the process, she hissed at the pain that radiated through her.

Out of all the days to poison her dagger, she chose to do it today. It was a paralysis poison and she could already feel that side of her hip going numb. Azog looked at the cut and then back at the tree Thorin was on,

"Seems like you might not have to choose after all. Your heart may do it for you." He continued to drag the dagger up and down her legs slowly. Thorin growled and got down from the tree, he pulled out his sword and walked over to the White Orc. Azog moved his head and Zena let out a strangled scream when one of the Orcs came up behind Thorin and drove its sword through his chest. The blade went trough and through.

The Orc pulled the blade out and Thorin fell to the ground. Zena started kicking and screaming at Azog, but due to his arm length, she couldn't reach him.

"You son of a bitch, let me go!!" She growled/screamed. She finally gave up and stared at Thorin's lifeless body, tears clouded her vision and she regretted snapping on him that night.

(Fin, which means 'End' in
....French I think...Yup. This is the end...Bring on the hate)