Mother! — said he, holding her gently in his arms.
Who has sent me lot in life, both of good and of evil?
Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South
Thorin1 was in a moment of almost break in front of his enemy, Azog2,3. The feeling of loneliness consumed him. If even Ilúvatar abandoned us, why continue fighting against our destiny? Thorin thought. He neither saw Azog to smile sarcastically ahead him. His enemy did not know, but this was the ideal time to the Thorin’s death, because his soul would die together with his body2,3. And so the Azog’s victory would be complete.
The silence dominated the clearing, while the dwarves were fighting for their lives, being broken only by the crackle of dry leaves on fire and the howls of the Orcs. Thorin looked around and felt the worst feelings in a battle invade his soul: impotence3. He knew that confront Azog astride his white warg was an irrational act that would result in his death, but it was impossible to control the volcano that erupted violently inside him. It was impossible to forgive the dishonor suffered, it was impossible to forget his lost kingdom1,2,3.
So Thorin stood up and went toward Azog to fulfill his destiny. The Oscrist sparkled in his hands, granted him the power of all warriors who possessed it before him. The eyes of wargs vibrated with anxiety, but to realize that the two leaders would go into singular combat, they stopped advancing, surrounding the dwarves in a tacit truce. To recognizing Thorin, the Azog’s eyes flashed with hatred. It was not a human look, came from the depths of an existence of darkness. And so, he leaped fiercely against the leader of the dwarves with his warg2.
Thorin fell with the impact of the beast against his body. The fear and terror pierced the hearts of dwarves, who shouted his name. Thorin was trying to get up to counter-attack, but had no time because Azog astride his wargs moved faster. In a cowardly attack, the cruel warg arrested Thorin between its jaws. The leader of the dwarves defended himself as he could and with a stroke of the Oscrist wounded the Warg, who threw away against the rocks2.
His broken body smiled, and he opened his physical eyes. That stole the smile Azog ahead him, which did not bore your look. He wanted to kill Thorin that moment, even realizing that it would not change the fact that the dwarf king was a being better than him.
But suddenly, something unusual happened and Thorin began to see through the eyes of Destiny, the Lord of the Eagles2,3. And a flight louder they departed from this world, tainted by wargs and orcs, towards the infinite sky. Thorin was free! But that did not stop the sadness take your heart. He had fought for a good cause, the best cause —the People of Durin —but not finished his mission, his destiny.
— A long road still awaits you, Thorin, said the Lord of the Eagles.
—But not the way to Erebor—Thorin said — I’ve realized that not survived the fighting against the blasted Azog.
—Still not your end, Thorin, since there is a work to finish; a key step to be taken.
Thorin meditated on the errors of his home and revenge against the dragon that was bequeathed to him and felt his heart harden. Maybe that was his destiny, to dream of lost treasures, and fall before his enemies. As if reading his thoughts the Lord of Eagles said:
—See, Thorin, the destiny is like the river that runs down there, that at his birth has something celestial in rainwater that accumulates on the land, and something terrestrial, in reliefs and ways that give vent to waters that form the riverbed. In the waters of destiny, everyone chooses how to browse, to the sides, against current, to the edges stopping every curve and often stopping for too long, or by the center where there is more fluidity. However, the path to the Ocean is right, despite all the obstacles that may arise3.
The destiny is in your hands, Thorin! From everything that’s offered to you, it behooves to you to choose what you want and do not want. Everything depends only on your own decisions. Light or darkness? Love or hate? Forgiveness or Revenge? It will be your choice! And I tell you more Thorin, will not be a rational choice, because you know the mechanisms of life. His decision will be based on the achievements of his heart, which symbolize the emotions. It is there that will spring the path you will follow. It behooves only for you to decide4.
—In the waters of fate, my choices were made long ago. Thorin said. Until take back Erebor. I will never forget. I will never forgive. While I live I will fight to take back what is rightfully ours.
The Lord of the Eagles agreed, and said:
—Right, your destination opens clear as the waters of that river, but to sail, follow the voice of your heart, Thorin. And then, he slowly rested the body of the dwarf in the peak of a mountain. Gandalf soon ran to him. There was still hope; his injuries were not beyond their knowledge.
Thorin opened his eyes. Did he only dream of?? Where was the Hobbit? Dawilin and Kili helped him stand up. It was then that Thorin saw Erebor, the Lonely Mountain. The bass singing of dwarves came into his mind. And he sang the song of his life, not fully written yet2.
References and notes
1. Tolkien, J. R. R. The Hobbit or There and the Back Again. Harper Collins Childre’s Book.
2. Jackson, P. 2012. The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012)
3. Husseini, T. 2011. Paz Guerreira. O Caminho das Dezesseis Pétalas. Curitiba, Brasil. Peace Warrior. Available only in Portuguese.
4. Paranhos, R. B. 2009. Atlântida – No Reino da Luz. Editora Conhecimento. Brasil. Available only in Portuguese.
5. Imagens from The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012)