76Edit 28/06/20: In short, fixed loads of grammatical issues, and some spelling, it should be a bit more readable now.
Well, it took me 2 years, but I finally pushed through my writer's block and got to continue this story, sorry for the wait you guys!
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Ch5 The rise of Death
Slowly the sun was rising over the horizon on the east as the group of riders crested the ridge that surrounded the valley in which Dale and the entrance to the lonely mountain were situated.
It took Harry just seconds before he noticed the huge orderly ranks of gold standing in front of the gate, only broken by a spot of dirty blue and brown, standing a lot less orderly in front of the only entrance into the mountain, which was completely blocked off.
"That can not be good," Harry muttered.
"Definitely," Celeborn spoke as he looked on at the huge amount of elves.
"Thranduil seems to be speaking to Thorin," Elrond spoke up from Harry's other side.
"We may be just in time to stop them from fighting each other than," Celeborn said as he gave the order Harry had by now started associating with the command to start riding again.
"It seems they have noticed us," Elrond observed as he saw the elven king turning around and riding towards them on his great elk.
They made their way towards Thranduil's lines, arriving just as Thranduil's great elk emerged through his army, which moved out of the way in a very pristine and synchronized fashion.
Elrond quickly started talking in the same language as before.
This was answered by Thranduil, sounding very skeptical, much like Elrond was trying to create a panic, before he turned around and moved back towards the gate without another word.
"That did not go well," Elrond spoke as he turned towards both Harry and Celeborn.
"What did you say?" Harry asked the half-elf.
"I told him of the two armies of orcs marching this way, who are both bound to arrive within hours from now." Elrond spoke, "He did not believe me, it seems he is hellbent on getting into the mountain."
"I suggest we stand back and observe, It seems like the dwarves have something up their sleeves," Celeborn said, observing the dwarves on top of the gate.
As he said that one of the dwarves prepared to fire a bow at the elven king, which, of course, was answered by hundreds of bows being drawn. Harry observed how all of the dwarves but the one dwarf cowered behind their defenses.
"He is crazy." Harry muttered, "Even I wouldn't stay standing if so many bows were pointed at me."
As he said this he observed a large grey figure moving from the mass of gold, followed by a smaller figure dressed in finely cut, yet bad fitting clothing.
The old man bowed and said a few words in elfish.
The hobbit looked in amazement at the elves on their horses. Immediately his attention was grabbed by a smaller figure seated on a weird beast, he however did not say anything as he inspected Harry.
Harry looked between the larger man quickly speaking in their own tongues and looked towards the smaller Hobbit again.
"Hello master Hobbit." Harry finally spoke, breaking the silence between the two.
"Hullo." The hobbit greeted Harry back, slightly unsure. "You are no elf." He observed.
Harry let out a laugh, "No, I am not, I'm Harry." Harry introduced himself.
"Bilbo." The hobbit answered, "What is that?" He asked pointing at Harry's mount.
"This master hobbit, is a hippogriff, I call her belle." Harry offered, as he observed shimmering coming from the east side of the mountain.
"Stay with the old man." Harry quickly said before moving for the east side of the elves, thanks to which more and more elves noticed him.
He arrived just in time to see a lot of dwarves cresting the hill.
"Oh come on…" Harry muttered observing a red-bearded dwarf on a pig riding down to a ridge on the hill.
At a command from their king, the elven ranks made a quarter turn. Again the elven king moved through his troops to just behind his first line. He could also see Celeborn, Elrond, Bilbo, and Gandalf moving towards him, the Lothlorien elves, however, kept their positions.
"I do not see how this is going to end well…" Harry observed quietly to the two elven lords and the old man. As he said this he moved to the center between the two lines
"Neither can I." The old man muttered watching the smaller young man move in between two armies, both armed for war.
"What does he think he will be able to do from that position? Stop the entire lines from advancing?" Gandalf asked the two elven lords.
"Who is he anyway, I know I've seen him somewhere recently but I can't really remember..."
"He called himself Harry Potter, seemingly one of the most ancient people on this planet," Elrond answered his question without really thinking about it. "He calls himself the Master of Death. He helped us fend off Sauron."
"It would not be wise for you to fight!" Harry spoke with the help of a sonoris, "Two armies of orcs are headed in this direction, you will need everyone you have got!"
"Who are you to order us around boy?" The dwarf spoke from his plateau, somehow completely synchronized with the same exclamation from the elf on his other side.
"Harry Potter, Master of Death," Harry spoke again, he was getting quite tired of introducing himself.
"That won't stop us, they are threatening to attack the mountain!" The dwarf yelled back.
"Which is a terrible idea all around." Harry agreed. "but it is an even worse idea for all of you to start fighting, spare it for the orcs, spare your strength."
"And you think you can stop us?" Thranduil spoke up from the other side.
"No, I'm not senile enough for that, I hear voices, yes, but I'm not senile and I certainly don't believe myself to be all-knowing," Harry spoke.
"Then how would you think you could stop us?" Thranduil asked the person in front of him.
"Well, I don't really want to find out," Harry spoke quietly, at least, as quietly as you can sound with a sonoris on. "I do hope that you don't want to find out either." He continued a bit louder.
"Get involved, and we will see you as one of them pointy eared bastards." The dwarf on the pig spoke.
"Then so be it," Harry spoke. As he said this The elves readied their bows and launched their arrows, from the other side of the hill, over the heads of the dwarves ballista bolts with chains spinning around their core came out, before they met each other two portals opened up and the air was left clear of any missiles.
"Are you quite done?" Harry asked from the center of the two opposing sides, seemingly not having moved an inch
"What... but..." the two leaders spoke in shock.
"You are not the only ones capable of defeating an army, so if you would just remember what was said about the orcs marching here, then maybe, just maybe, turn your armies, to the south!" Harry's voice had slowly started getting louder.
As he was finished, he looked around to the beings surrounding him, as he did so and cast his eyes to the south, the ground seemed to shimmer on the hillside there, seemingly moving from the inside.
"They are earlier then I expected them to arrive..." He muttered under his breath.
He returned his attention to the two armies standing on either side of him.
"Either you help me here, or keep out of my way." He spoke calmly before turning to the other two elven lords.
"Keep them out of my way please." Harry smiled at them before disappearing. He reappeared on a rocky outcropping halfway across the field nestled between Dale and the mountain, just as the ground shook as multiple earthworms sprung up from the ground.
"I warned those worms..." Harry seethed as he saw them disappear, leaving a large army to march through the tunnels they created.
He heard the clang of metal as he noticed the dwarfs setting up a ways behind him, Thranduil suspiciously keeping back.
Harry did notice the old man with about half of the Lothlorien riders moving towards the city of Dale followed by a group of human men.
"There are people in the city?" Harry asked the now closing in Elrond and Celeborn.
"Yes, there are civilians there, survivors of Laketown," Celeborn answered.
"I will keep an eye on the city then." Harry nodded.
"Where do you want us?" Elrond asked motioning to the small group of just over 50 riders.
"I wouldn't mind a couple of your archers to defend my back," Harry spoke, just a bit unsure. "The rest I would like to keep to the eastern hillside, keep them from moving around our forces, we do not have the manpower to spare for an encirclement."
At his words, Elrond nodded, before repeating the plan in elfish.
Immediately 9 men got off of their horses, and positioned themselves behind Harry in strategic positions, 6 with bows out, and 3 with swords out. They were positioned in small triangles, with the archers in the back, and the swordsmen a few feet in front of them.
"Celeborn, go with the riders, I will stay here," Elrond spoke, pulling his own sword from its scabbard.
"We will see each other at the end," Celeborn spoke before nodding to the both of them and making his way to the eastern hillside.
Harry hated this part of battle, the part you could see the enemy, but did not yet want to show your cards.
He looked behind him at the solid dwarven shield wall that was set up halfway down the field, the eerily quiet golden horde of Thranduil and the handful of dwarves staring from the gatehouse of the mountain.
"They seem to not want to march across an open field closer to their enemies," Harry observed.
"They do not know what we are planning," Elrond responded from beside him.
"So what is the range of you guys?" Harry asked a bit louder, making sure the archers could hear him.
"See that rock formation?" one of the archers spoke up pointing to a rock formation halfway across the field, "just a few feet beyond it we should be able to shoot with accuracy."
"I want you to wait with opening fire until they are 200 feet away from us then," Harry spoke clearly.
"Why?" Elrond asked curiously.
"They shouldn't waste their arrows on targets I can easily dispatch of." Harry grinned.
Elrond seemed to descend into thought, before nodding.
"Oh, and sir, keep a few feet around me, and do not get in front of me please."
"We will keep that in mind," Elrond responded.
The army of orcs was quickly making their way over the field, almost reaching the halfway point, most of them were readying their shields expecting the elves to open fire any second, but after they crossed the rock formation, and they were not being peppered by arrows they sped up once more, not covering themselves with their shields.
Harry noticed a couple of the elves taking a slight step back, expecting Harry to start doing something by now.
The voices were getting louder within him as the army closed in, some calm, some screaming his brain out.
Harry slowly brought his wands in front of him, quietly starting a chant, speeding up as he went, slowly the words got jumbled together in the speed he was uttering them, the sky darkened around him, the earth starting to shatter before him, and the air heating up with power.
Yet nothing happened for a long minute, where the army in front of him had started to slow down as he chanted, they sped up once more as he stilled, a look of pure concentration splitting his face, a single drop of sweat slowly made its way down his face.
The army reached the mark and the archers behind him opened fire.
Elrond readied himself to his right for the upcoming onslaught.
And just as the elves expected to be run over by the horde of orcs the ground broke open, long vines split the earth, and quickly made their way crashing through the ground towards the orcish army in front of them, those who were lucky just were pinned to the ground, to be trampled by their own allies, those who were not were pierced by the vines before being dragged into the soil beneath them.
"You shouldn't be so worried." Harry grinned at Elrond as he observed the men's mouth hanging open.
"So, what do you think?" He asked the man over the horrified screams of the orcish armies who were now trying to back away from the vines, those who were smart started hacking away at the fines with their weapons.
"That is impressive." He spoke clearly amazed by the display before him.
Slowly the vines started retreating creating a 50-foot half-ring around Harry and the elves, which was immensely difficult to traverse.
"Well, that is trick one exhausted," Harry muttered quietly.
"What do you mean exhausted?" Elrond asked in wonder.
"It is like a fire, it will not function without a part of its cycle," Harry explained quickly, keeping an eye on the carefully advancing army in front of him, great clouds were gathering above him swirling with a purpose.
"What I just did was exhaust the fertility of the area within minutes to help itself protect from the dark hordes." he finished. "My point is, what you just saw was the true extent of the fertility of this land, I'm afraid it will be terrible farm ground for at least a year..." Harry muttered apologetically.
"On to round two… I suggest you keep back" Harry spoke as he noticed the elves opening fire again. This time he waited for the orcs to start tumbling over the vines before he did his next trick.
He took a large breath before pointing the elder wand into the air, a great bolt of lightning crashed down towards his waiting wand, he slowly moved it across his body, keeping his breathing steady as he did so, with a strong aquamenti a powerful burst of electrified water crashed on the orcs, frying them in their armour.
The orc army stopped in their tracks.
He noticed another group of orcs marching to the city wall over a part of the river that seemed more shallow than the others. A large troll in on the front, a slab of stone attached to his head.
"They seem to have changed their route," Harry observed loudly.
"Just wait, he won't make it to the wall, we have given our archers enough time to set up," Elrond responded just as the first arrows were loosed at the troll.
The heavy steps of heavily armored dwarves could be heard behind them, setting up at the same distance from Harry as the elves did.
"Glad to stand next to such a powerful wizard." The red-haired dwarf, his thickly accented voice easily breaking through the sound of the battlefield.
"I haven't exhausted my tricks yet, so I suggest you wait it out master dwarf," Harry spoke loud enough for all to hear.
The dwarf gave him a nod before taking position the same distance from Harry as lord Elrond on Harry's other shoulder.
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