The Battle of the Five Armies (1)

POV- RANDOM ORK

The cold morning air bit into my face as I stood in line, waiting for one of our commanders to lead us into battle. We were many, an unstoppable horde ready to unleash our hatred against these wretched humans, elves, and dwarves. These creatures had no idea what was coming. They would learn what it meant to challenge the orcs.

Our spears gleamed in the first light of day, and I could practically feel the tension in the air. Next to me, the wargs growled and snorted, their sharp teeth flashing dangerously in the half-light. Our leaders shouted orders and whipped us into an even greater frenzy. My muscles tensed, and I could hardly wait to drive my axe into the flesh of our enemies.

Then finally, the order to attack. With an ear-splitting roar, we charged, a living wave of destruction rolling across the battlefield. I ran as fast as I could, my legs moving automatically, driven by adrenaline and bloodlust. The ground shook under the pounding feet of the armies and the thundering paws of the wargs.

Ahead of us, the humans, dwarves, and elves stood, first engaged in their own fight, but then came the orders from their leaders, and they awaited us, their ranks tightly closed, their weapons ready. But we were not to be stopped. With a wild roar, we crashed into them, and the slaughter began. I swung my axe and felt the satisfying sensation as it struck metal and flesh. A dwarf fell before me, and I laughed triumphantly. But there was no time to celebrate. The battle raged all around me.

An elf leapt at me, his blade flashing dangerously. I dodged and struck back. Our steel clashed, sparks flew, and I felt the strength of my opponent. These elves were tough, but they did not have our raw power. With a powerful blow, I split his helmet and sent him to the ground, where he lay still. I roared my triumph into the air and sought my next victim.

The battle was a chaos of blood and metal. Screams filled the air, and the stench of sweat and death hung heavy over the field. Everywhere I saw my brothers fighting, some falling, others fighting on, tireless and relentless. We were the embodiment of war, and nothing could stop us.

Another dwarf confronted me, his eyes glowing with hatred. With a scream, he lunged at me, his axe raised. I parried his blow and kicked him in the knee. He collapsed, and I took the opportunity to slash his throat. Blood spattered my face, and I felt a tingling pleasure at the sight.

Then I heard an ear-splitting noise. I turned and saw him – Dain Ironfoot on his mighty boar. He was an imposing figure for a small dwarf, his eyes full of determination and fury. He charged directly at me, his hammer raised and ready to strike. I raised my axe, ready to meet him, but the boar was faster than I had expected. With a mighty jerk, it knocked me off my feet, and I felt the force of its charge through my whole body.

I lay on the ground, my head throbbing with pain. Dain jumped off his mount and stepped towards me. His eyes sparkled with rage, and in that moment, I knew my end had come. With one last, desperate cry, I raised my axe, but he was faster. His hammer struck me with unimaginable force, and everything went black.

POV- NARRATOR

Narzug watched as the orcs charged at the command of the horns. From his vantage point, it looked like an innumerable swarm of ants marching into battle. Azog, standing next to him, laughed and roared, not hiding his enthusiasm.

The battle between men, dwarves, and elves quickly dissolved as some voices warned of the approaching orcs. The loudest among them was Gandalf.

The peoples who had been fighting until recently quickly reformed into a new united battle formation. One that had last been seen in the days of Sauron, when dwarves, elves, and men had fought together for the last time.

They were already awaiting the approaching orcs.

With a loud crash, the armies collided, and chaos and bloodshed erupted immediately. The losses on both sides were enormous. Azog then quickly reacted and ordered a reserve unit to attack the last survivors from Lake-town—the women, children, and the elderly who had survived Smaug's fiery destruction.

The humans had to split up and withdraw part of their troops to protect their families.

The orcs gained the upper hand and pushed their opponents back. But then an incredibly deep horn sounded from the mountain. The air vibrated and the battle stopped for a few moments. Then the horn blew again. The barricades in front of the mountain gate collapsed, and a group of 13 dwarves charged at the orcs, led by Thorin Oakenshield himself.

With newfound courage, the free peoples of Middle-earth fought against the orcs.

Azog almost foamed with rage when he saw the dwarves coming out of the mountain. His hateful gaze was fully focused on Thorin.

"I will finish this. I will take out the last of Durin's line. Soon I will win the battle with Thorin's head in my hand!"

Azog rushed towards Thorin, seeking combat. Narzug knew this would be the last time he would see Azog. It would be Azog's last fight.

"I might as well join in. It's getting boring just watching from up here," Narzug thought and slowly walked down the ridge.

A few of the elves immediately sensed the negative emotions coming towards them. Fear began to sing in their hearts as a massive wave of dark greed for blood and destruction washed over them. Three of the elves could directly pinpoint the source of the greed.

They saw a large orc in sinister, dark black armor descending the mountain. Resting on his shoulder was a mighty axe that screamed for the blood of its enemies. The orc's blood-red eyes fixed on them and seemed to glow with a thirst for their lives.

Each of them quickly fired an arrow.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Narzug, who saw the arrows coming almost in slow motion, just slightly tilted his head to the side alternately, and the arrows whizzed past his face.

With a nearly wolfish grin, he sank into adrenaline and greed and said, "Too slow!"

Narzug sprinted towards the combined army and completely succumbed to his bloodlust.

Even though Narzug didn't realize it, the dwarf ring had almost completely taken control of him at that moment. Narzug fought like a madman. His first victim was an elf who was just fighting another orc. Mercilessly, Thorin's axe bit into the elf's unprotected back. After that, everything disappeared before Narzug's eyes. He only knew how he hacked, struck, and killed. One dwarf after another, followed by elves and then humans. Like a machine, Narzug pushed deeper and deeper into the enemy ranks, but then:

"CLANK!"

One of his opponents had parried his axe. Narzug stood face to face with Balin, the old dwarf warrior. Their weapons pressed against each other in a battle of sheer strength. Narzug laughed wildly and kicked Balin in the stomach. The dwarf staggered back, but his years of honed senses saved his life as he deflected another blow from Narzug's axe in the next moment. Balin and Narzug engaged in a deadly dance of sword and axe. Balin fought deliberately and tactically, thus compensating for the pure strength difference. Narzug, on the other hand, fought like an animal, following only his instincts and reacting more than acting. Narzug laughed like a madman throughout the entire fight.

Balin could see no spark of understanding in his eyes; the only thing burning in them was an incredible greed he had last seen in King Thráin.

Immediately, Balin's eyes jumped to Narzug's hands: "So he also wears one of the cursed dwarf rings. If he weren't my enemy, I could almost feel sorry for him..."

But this brief moment of distraction was enough for Narzug, who swung his axe again. He hit Balin in the shoulder, and the axe only stopped when it embedded itself in the tough dwarf's bone. Balin screamed in pain, and Narzug jerked his axe to strike again and finish his work. He freed his axe and raised it once more, but then...

...Clarity.

Like a blow, reality struck Narzug's mind, and the greed was blown away. Puzzled, Narzug looked at the wounded Balin before him and had no idea how this situation had come about. Some dwarves reacted quickly and used Narzug's hesitation to carry the screaming and cursing Balin back into Erebor.

"Damn, it happened again. This damn ring. I need to do something fast! It's getting worse and worse. At first, I only noticed a gentle influence on my thoughts. AND THIS TIME?! Complete loss of control over my thoughts and body! I knew the ring was urging me to participate in the battle. And now I have no idea what happened and how I ended up here in the middle of the battlefield. Fuck you, dwarf ring! What do you want from me?"

Narzug watched the dwarves carrying Balin away. Just before he could no longer see him, Balin shouted: "You damn orc! This is not the end! We will meet again!"

Narzug had to grin at that and shouted back: "That's the plan, you old hairy scrotum!"

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How did u like the random POV at the beginning?

It's quiet hard to describe battles... hope u like it so far...

Soon the first Volume ends with the conclusion of the Hobbit book. After that it is time for original plot arks. Please let me know if u have any good ideas what he could do between the hobbit and LOTR... i have a few plots already scripted but maybe i can add some new ideas.