*Molly's POV*

Just up the mountainside peeking over the crest of the hill is the orc pack. The wargs snarl and howl awaiting their master's commands.
Nervously I take a step back and Bilbo clasps my hand.

Thorin rolls his eyes looking up at the pack "Out of the frying pan..."
Gandalf grumbles "...and into the fire! Run! RUN!"
Without hesitation, I turn on my heel taking off down the path. Bilbo runs not far behind me and Thorin to my side. We all run down the mountain as fast as we can. Not one of us slowing for a second. The Warg's follow close behind us rapidly, and now darkness falls on us. Soon the foremost Warg catches up and leaps at Bilbo; Bilbo ducks behind a rock and the Warg's jaws snap in the air over his head. The Warg lands in front of him. Growling, it charges at him.
"Run Bilbo!" I scream looking behind.
Stopping I turn around to go help the Hobbit but Thorin grabs my arm pulling me "No! Keep running! You have to keep running!"
Being dragged along by Thorin I look back over my shoulder to Bilbo. He pulls out his sword and holds it in front of him; the charging Warg impales itself in the head on the sword and falls down dead. Bilbo looks on in surprise. A few more Wargs catch up to us snapping at our ankles, but they are quickly dispatched. The Company and I reach a large outcropping of land with a few trees growing on it; we are trapped here, there is no way off the outcropping beside a great fall down the mountain. And a fall I don't care to take.
Gandalf motions us "Up into the trees, all of you! Come on, climb! Bilbo, climb!"
Most of the companies bolt up into tree's but Thorin and I are one of the last ones. He boosts me up into a tree behind Dwalin and Balin. Just as a Warg snaps its jaws Dwalin and I pull Thorin up as it barely misses him. "Are you alright?" I ask breathlessly and Thorin clasps my shoulder with a nod.
As all the wargs and Orcs come into view one stands out among the rest. A large white Warg and its pale rider come up onto a small rock above the others.
Thorin stares wide-eyed "Azog?!"
I watch the white Orc stroke its pet as it sneers. Then the creature speaks in a dialog I don't understand but Thorin seems to.
"Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast?" ( Do you smell it? The scent of fear?) "Ganzilig­i unarug obod nauzdanish, Torin undag Train­ob." ( I remember your father reeked of it, Thorin son of Thrain.)
Thorin shakes his head and his face is twisted with grief "It cannot be."
"Thorin, what did he say? Thorin?"
Azog turns speaking to his riders "Kod, Toragid biriz." (That one is mine.) He points to Thorin"Worori­da!" (Kill the others!) At his command, the Wargs leap forward and try to climb the trees. They jump as high as they can, scrabbling at the tree trunks and breaking apart branches in their jaws in their efforts. The trees shake violently at the assault, and we struggle to hold on. The monster then shouts "Sho gad adol!" ( Drink their blood!) I hold onto the trunk as tight as I can. The weight of the Wargs climbing it, the furthest tree from the edge of the cliff, which Bilbo and several other dwarves are in, gets uprooted from the ground and begins leaning. As more Wargs grab onto it, the tree tips over and lands on the next tree; the dwarves, Bilbo, and I jump from the falling tree to the next. However, this tree as well tips over; like dominoes, all the trees begin falling over. We all manage to jump onto the last three, on the very edge of the cliff. This tree doesn't fall over. Azog laughs.
Looking around in desperation, Gandalf spies a pinecone. He grabs it and uses his staff to set the pinecone on fire; he then throws it down amid the Wargs, who retreat in fear of the fire. Azog is startled and angry at the unexpected resistance.
Gandalf lights two more pinecones and throws one down "Fili!"
He catches it and tosses it in his hands before he hurls it down. Soon Gandalf is handing all of us pine cones. We toss them and the blaze grows and the Wargs back off. Azog growls in frustration at our defiance. I hear a crack and Ori begins to fall "Aahhh! Oh! Oh no!"He then grabs onto Dori's leg at the last moment. Dori looks at his breaking branch"Mister Gandalf!" He loses his grip and begins to fall but Gandalf reaches his staff down and Dori grabs on "Hold on, Ori!"
As I look from my hanging place on the horizontal tree I hear Azog growl. I look at Thorin who looks up at him in hate and anger.
"The girl...." Azog growls looking straight at me "I will bathe in her blood, Oakenshield. And you shall watch."
Trembling at the Orcs words I become light-headed. His sinister grin and cold eyes pierced into me. However, I have to be strong. I have to for my friends. The pale Orcs words, however, seem to have an effect on Thorin.

The dwarf King pulls himself up, his sword drawn, and walks down the leaning trunk as Bilbo, the others, and I hanging from the tree, look on.
"Thorin, don't!" I exclaim.
Ignoring me Thorin runs through the burning ground at Azog and his White Warg. Azog spreads his arms wide with a smug grin on his face. Thorin growls as he runs with his sword up and his oaken branch shield held in front of him. Azog crouches then roar as his Warg leaps at Thorin. Thorin tries to swing his sword, but the Warg hits him in the chest with its forepaw, smashing Thorin to the ground. Gasping I cover my mouth as the pit in my stomach grows.
On his back, I can see Thorin's face. The look of shock and despair. As we all watch it seems as everything moves in slow motion. Thorin gets back on his feet, panting, Azog and his White Warg wheel around; they charge at Thorin again. Azog swings his mace and smashes Thorin in the face before Thorin can react. He gasps in pain as he is brutally flung to the ground by the impact. I clutch my chest gasping and cover my mouth watching the fight unfold. 

"Nooo!"Balin cries out watching his friend be beaten to the ground. 

Azog roars in excitement knowing his sure victory in killing Thorin. None of the rest of the company move and I can not sit here and watch him die. Taking a deep breath I manage to stand up on the tree. I grip my sword with my bow around my shoulders. As the White Warg clamps its jaws around Thorin he yells in pain. I hear a sickening crush of Thorin's ribs breaking from the pressure of the Wargs jaws. As the White Warg holds Thorin in its mouth, Thorin manages to hit its head with the pommel of his sword. Roaring, the White Warg throws him several feet away onto a flat rock nearby. Thorin lands heavily, his sword falling out of his hand almost unconscious. Azog waits a moment before turning to his second hand. He gives a command to one of his riders who smiles and then climbs off his warg holding a sword. He walks over to Thorin and places the blade on Thorin's neck. Raising the sword, the rider prepares to decapitate Thorin. I can't hesitate another moment. I glance back at the others and then turn back racing towards Thorin. 

As he swings his sword down, I run and throw myself at the orc knocking him over. As we fight, I manage to stab the orc in the stomach then the chest as it shrieks. With one final jab, it falls silent and dead. As Azog growls in anger, I jump up and rush over to Thorin. My eyes widen as I see the teeth marks bleeding and pierced through his clothing "Thorin? Thorin?!" I call shaking him as his eyes close and he goes unconscious. 

"Molly..."

Hearing Azog growl I raise my sword at the Orc trying to keep him from Thorin. Azog smiles in hatred at me and speaks in the Black Speech to his Orcs. Just as they surround me I see Bilbo run out shouting and jumping onto an Orc. He stabs it in the head and it falls dead to the ground. The company comes charging in swinging their weapons at the monsters. I sigh a breath of relief and then join in stabbing an orc behind Bombur. As we continue fighting an Orc hits me and I fall to the ground. It leans over me and sneers raising its sword. Then I hear a screech and see a large eagle take its talons as long as I and snatch it up before dropping it over the ledge. I watch as many of them swipe at Orcs and pick up Dwarves. Kili and Fili are scooped up and crawl onto its back. Bilbo jumps onto an eagle and everyone is taking off into the night. Azog roars in anger and then turns to me then to Thorin. I kneel next to my friend and shake him.
"We have to go. Thorin, come on!"
The dwarf doesn't respond or even open his eyes.
"Thorin wake up!" I shout.
Azog growls "You think he can save you?"
I look at him as he gets closer "He's not your little hero...None of them are!"
I shake my head "You're wrong."
Raising his sword he charges at us. I scramble to my feet and raise my sword. Azog roars and holds up his sword but an eagle jumps in front of us screeching and forces the Orc to ride back. The Eagle lowers down and I climb onto its back. Carefully it wraps its talons around Thorin and lifts off into the night air away from the burning forest where the pale Orc screams in defeat. For now.