As Yavanna glanced down; from her spot. She saw the Pale Orc. She noticed instead of a hand, he had a hook or a claw of sorts. The Pale Orc, looked menacing. She felt a shiver down her spine, as she heard Azog speak.

Thorin looked over his shoulder. And sure enough...there was Azog, the Defiler. Well, and alive. Still...after all these years. He looked quite shocked. He thought, it was just rumors...that the Goblin, was joking. "It cannot be." he muttered to himself.

As the Wargs began to jump up the trees. Yavanna lost her grip briefly. But Kili managed to catch her, pulling her close to him and Fili. The trees shook so much...the wargs began to tip them over. Causing the Dwarves and Yavanna, and Bilbo to jump from tree to tree...until the entire company...were left on one tree...right at the edge of the cliffs.

Bilbo got a few pine cones himself. Throwing them down. Yavanna, Kili, Balin and the others all threw down the objects down. The ground near the tree caught fire, the Wargs Shrieked, backing away from the tree. One of the Wargs caught on fire...growling and snarling...it run past Saeril and his master. The Dwarves got exited, they were backing away...as they cheered...the roots of the tree gave way. Yavanna gasped...holding onto the branch tightly...as the tree leaned backwards.

Two of the dwarves slightly slipped...holding onto each other...but bringing the tree down bit futher. "Mr Gandalf." they gasped out. Kili groaned out, as he held onto the tree bit tighter. Yavanna's leg slipped slightly; letting out a gasp as she tried to pull herself up again.

Thorin suddenly turned to face the Pale Orc. Locking eyes with him. An intense look in his eyes. He stood up carefully on the tree trunk and began to walk towards Azog. The Pale Orc...vs him. Like it was meant to be. If anyone would end Azog this day, it would be him. Bilbo watched in slight shock, as Thorin approached Azog.