Orquwen

Chapter 33 The Rise of Dawn Tilda knew her father would be greatly disappointed if he found out, but that hardly mattered. The girl almost tripped on the sword longer than her body. Ithildae's weapon was clutched in her arms as she stumbled through the back streets and over fresh snow. The stable was in sight and so were the guards. Arms grabbed her around her waist and pulled her into an ally. She squeaked and a gentle hushing followed. The Hobbit materialized into the shadows. “What are you doing out?” He hissed. Tilda tugged the fabric away and revealed the moon colored designs on the scabbard. His eyes widened and he sniffled

Chapter 32 Reckoning “Well, would ya look at what the devil left behind?” Those heavily accented words followed a kick to her ribs and deep laughter. Ithildae opened her eyes to see a Dwarf, and Kalus snarling fiercely in her protection as she hissed in pain. The Dwarf’s own hair crowned his head and face with ginger, his beard was kept in a manner which resembled boar tusks. The Orcess pulled herself up onto her knees. “What do you want?” She uttered in distaste.   Two Dwarves flanked the new figure standing over her with hands on his hips. Their expressions faltered at the sound of her voice. “Not s

(Blame Mumford and Sons song “Broken Crown” for inspiring this chapter… The lyrics and tone fit it really, really well.) Chapter 31 Filling the Grave Bolg’s enraged roar came to a halt as they both slammed into the ground, the Orc general handled the fall better due to his hulking size. He snarled and glared at the weakened She-Elf not far from him, she had almost bested him. The Orc rose and took his brutish mace, heavy steps coming closer to her prone form.   The Elven Princeling was far behind him, arrowless and no easy path to stop him from crushing the woman. Bolg grinned and stared down at her, she shifted and

Chapter 30 Chasing Revenge Azog watched his armies overwhelm the area below him, the Dwarves in a desperate attempt to push back. He snarled as the sounds of their own war horns echoed and a crash followed, the barricade into Erebor was crushed and Thorin Oakenshield rushed onto the field of battle. The Pale Orc snarled and snapped at those who moved the directional flags, urging his warriors below to push back against the unified Dwarves.   “Father,” Azog turned to see his daughter, posed with her shoulders heaving from a rapid climb up to Ravenhill.   “Have you killed the Elven King?” He turned his back on the fi

Chapter 29 Rivers of Blood Ithildae and Kalus strode towards the tent at the summit of the brief encampment. Orcs already began the march into the tunnels, trolls crashing along in certain sections and shrieking goblins hanging off the structures on their backs. She whipped open the skin to the tent where Naurlûl stood patiently outside.   Azog and Zuzar knelt around a drawn map. Azog’s sword arm made marks in the dirt as they reviewed their plans. They looked to her as she entered. “Aza,” Azog greeted. “You ride with Zuzar and to the city of Men. There it will be safer.” Ithildae said nothing to combat

Chapter 28 Blood on the Horizon He wished the air wasn’t so dank and stale. It was underground and that was expected, but it still bothered him. Maltríth stepped over some damp and slippery rocks, gleaming green from the torch he carried in his hands. His cloak trailed behind him, the hem of it heavy and wet. He stopped when the underground cave came to a halt, the wall rough and scaly under his gloved hand. “There’s one.” He muttered.   Maltríth dropped his torch, the green fire defied usual limitations and spread over the wet rock, illuminating the small cavern. The twisted Elf approached the wall, stret