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Chapter Two
'Unexpected'
'In my remains' by Linkin Park
The strange female sprinted out the door once again this morning. Azog straightened gradually and stood motionless for a several moments. She did not burst in again forgetting something so he approached the entrance. Lifting his limb deliberately the Orc male flipped the switch up. The lights came on and his glare darted to the round bowl-like shape on the ceiling. It did not have the same effect as when she did it at night. The commander flipped it back down, then up again, down again increasing the pace until his eyes grew weary. His brows drew, nothing spectacular had transpired. The male sighed and moved on to the window. It opened onto a street. It was a busy morning, cars and people darted past on the way to work. The Pale Orc watched the numerous figures with glassed over eyes. How people exist in this world. It stifles, constricts, drives you mad. Azog's cheekbones lifted as he let out a pained breath. It is also puzzlingly odd. They live in tiny spaces, he glowered around Alia's studio before his stare fell onto a car stopped at the light outside, a man jumped out proceeding down the street. His eyes dilated before a deep frown overcast his features. They go into these bizzaire, squared and again small objects for transportation... The strange female unearthes meat out of the unexplainable, buzzing object in the corner, he glared suspiciously at the fridge. She goes behind that other door it sounds like rain and she comes out scented of flowers... He went there, there was nothing but a strange stone encased room and metal sticks affixed to the walls and she tells him she isn't a witch.
Yet she hasn't done anything to cause harm to him or summon his enemies to deal with him. Help you, she says. The Orc male lowered onto the windowsill his mouth upturned into a frown. He itched to return, his fists balled forcing his knuckles to lighten, he hoped it would be in the midst of that battle. The commander did not trust the female, yet she seemed almost helpless... He could have killed her at any moment if he wished, yet he couldn't let himself. Despite it all she was his only connection, the only straw to grab onto in this buffling world. And again regardless of all he found himself waiting for her to appear in that door frame. She brought in the fresh air with her and perhaps a tiny bit of hope.
x x x
Alia entered the apartment, the lights were on. She smiled inwardly, he learned quick. The Orc's stare nailed her to the spot once again.
"Hi... " She breathed out coyly.
"Where do you go?" Her guest was very straightforward and the human sighed wearily.
Oh look he missed you! The sarcasm of her inner self was never ending.
"I go to work... Uhmm it's how we support ourselves here..." The human sighed and lowered onto the couch, she wasn't the best at explaining. Those were the things she was used to, just like any human, she found herself surprised at how difficult it was to compute the simplest things.
"Say you hire me to join your group of riders to go on and hunt some Dwarves and in return you give me food and shelter or something like that. Except here it's currency or... Well, coins I guess you'd call it..."
He smirked and her eyes dilated.
Awww, now you almost made him laugh!
"Well I might have been useful you know." The young woman crossed her arms in indignation. She had a temper at times and a very short fuse when exhausted. "They might have actually let me close unlike those tin-encased clumsies of yours."
Azog straightened abruptly and she began to recess, sobered.
"If you were under my command you would not speak alike addressing your master." The male scowled, exposing the tips of his canines.
That was the longest sentence she'd heard him say and despite the imminent and possible danger Alia gaped. Her arms crossed once again yet this time protectively. She held herself tightly, chewing her lip and staying silent as the Orc strode nearer deliberately. He'd come so close that her nose nearly touched his sternum. She felt a chilled shiver creep again. The woman forced herself to look up. His jaws were set as he stared at her, but she could swear there was a hint of bewilderment in his eyes. He astonished her once again by changing the subject.
"You smell of khak." He noted, cocking his head.
"What?!" Alia pulled her shirt sniffing it automatically, because that did not sound good at all.
"The brew-beans."
The human glared at him in distrust. He spoke way too much today, unusually so and did not let his anger out on her... What is his mood better today or something..?
Or he is trying to get in your pants! *wink wink*
Shut up! She hissed at herself almost audibly. Does this look anything like anyone is thinking about anybody's pants!?
"Uhmmm Coffee?" The human offered a possibility and receiving a nod perked up glad at the situation lightening. "Want some?"
x x x
Azog has requested, well more so commanded to re-watch the first movie. Alia agreed (Not like she had much choice really) but she did want to give it more thought. Perhaps there was something in someone's conversation or happening that would give her some sort of a clue. Perhaps that assured and wise brown-haired Elf Lord from that waterfall village or the ragetty vagabond granpa... She was giving some thought to buying the books and watching the older films as well. That's all she could think of at this point. She had no idea for how long the Orc will be able to remain as 'tolerant' as he was. The human remained a distance from her guest for the time being, who could forget yesterday's meltdown.
He might just suddenly decide to make the sofa misile again.
The male controlled himself this time. Taking it all in silently, yet she could almost hear the wheels in his head turning. Encouraged by his relatively mild-mannered behaviour Alia relaxed a bit more. She wasn't a chatterbox but also not the one to keep her mouth shut during a movie especially if it was something of importance. And now boosted by caffeine she simply couldn't help it.
"Stunning she is..." She conceeded blushing slightly as his massive, intimidating figure paced down the dilapidated steps on the screen.
The Orc didn't answer, simply shifted his limbs, his cheeckbones lifted. Alia pursed her lips as her stare darted between the television and him. How awe inspiring it is that the product of someone's imagination truly exists and is sitting no more than five feet away from her. Torch lights danced on his bone white skin, setting it afire as the light of the Moon gave it an eerie glow in its turn. That awe was coupled with her previous compassion causing her to forget once again that this person was dangerous. And once again she couldn't reign in her curiosity.
"Those scars... How did you..?" The young woman inquired hoarsely as his onscreen version chastized his inadequate subjects and roared in the chill inspiring fury.
Azog transfixed momentarily, his eyes narrowed, he lifted his chin as if inundated with pride.
"Warrior marks." Was all he said, gracing her with his signature stare that took the gift of speech away. What was it about his eyes dammit!
So there were self inflicted! Alia attempted to supress a shudder yet was suddenly overcome with unsuspected respect. Come on it took guts! And a very high pain threshold. She supposed painkillers did not exist in Middle Earth.
"I like them." She let out quietly.
Little suck up you are.
She was speaking the truth however, no matter what her inner self professed the woman thought a feat like that deserved praise no matter how perceived by any. It made him unique and she wanted to recognize that.
To the Pale Orc's cleverly concealed impatience and ire she had another question waiting when he appeared on the screen once again, tracking the bearded company in the pouring rain.
"You seem to have been pursuing those ermm, shorties for a while." She noted thoughtfully. "No offence it might be the error of movie making but... How often do Orcs sleep and ehh... bathe?" That inquiry appeared silly even to her, yet the things popping in her head were difficult to keep in. She was painfully curious and why wouldn't she be. There was the otherwordly creature sitting on her freaking couch! Not speaking of the details. His skin... Nothing like hers. He is literally hairless...
You wonder though, how is he down there right?
Alia's brow furrowed. Her inner self was begining to sound more smug by the minute.
The Orc narrowed his eyes once more setting his jaws, he tilted his head and then yet again spared her an intent glower.
"Yes. We eat. We sleep. We bathe. We fuck. As humans do. Anything else, witch?"
The Orc commander was plagued by rage, the feeling of intent frustration at the fresh memories came close enough to bother him.
Alia was taken aback. Especially so as he chiseled every word as it was laced with a growl. The couch armrest was impressed into her back there wasn't any room to scoot farther. So she hugged herself and pursed her lips.
"I am not a witch." The woman attempted to assert the fury of her own, he ought to be at least a bit grateful. "My name is Alia." She narrowed her eyes in turn and went to clear the dishes instead, as he shot flames at the pissy company's leader eavesdropping on Bilbo's conversation with the braided Dwarf.
The young woman cleaned up and rested once again just as far from the grumpy as it was possible.
"The Great Goblin needs a..." She was going to say something prickly. "Ahh darn it he needs everthing." The human mumbled, concealing her face with her long chestnut locks. Unseen to her a smirk tipped the Orcs light-grey lips. Before she had a chance to notice that happier gesture had vanished.
Fires raged on the cliff edges as the short men and a shorter one clang to the pine. Then the giant birds attacked. Azog was finished grinning at the beardy's futile attempts to attack his onscreen self. Unexpectedly he began to mumble something, his voice becoming clearer and clearer, it sounded as if he spoke his tongue. As the birds darted forth once more it had suddenly dawned on her... The Wargs... He was naming the ones killed.
"Oh..." Her lips quivered. Alia stared at the screen biting her lips as her vision began to cloud. Eventually they flowed free and she sniffled, blinking away the tears.
Oh... Isn't this just so sad... Each had a name... The smart, obedient giant wolves... Even her inner, sarcastic voice was sobbing. And now they are all dead...
Unseen to her once again the Orc's eyes darted in her direction as he watched her reaction curiously.
This weird, small female creature was weak, she let compassion take hold when she took him in. Yet that trait was the same one peaking his curiosity. A while ago he would bet his life if the wit... female was there she'd be clinging to one of the runts... Yet her tears forced his assuredess to falter. She cried for his own.
The Misty Mountains song filled the room deliberately as Alia drowned in her thoughts. When she had raised her gaze finally the woman felt her heart detach and plop into her stomach, the commander was standing right above her. She sprang up automatically yet that closed the gap only by a little. The human craned her neck.
She was on the way to a conclusion it was just how he was, certain things were just something he could not force himself to attain.
Or he doesn't want to stoop to your level, peasant. Her inner self chuckled sarcastically.
But really was that hard to ask to explain the workings of the modern washroom nicely?
The woman led the way to the compact room, drew the curtain and turned the silvery nob right to the middle of hot and cold. His reaction again was surprisingly light, he simply narrowed those dangerous eyes of his and shifted his pose. Yeah... She was beginning to think there was nothing that can surprise him.
"So this thingy right here is..." Alia started casually spinning to face the Orc when she was forced to halt and gape. He dropped his cover stepping into the shower as if she wasn't even there. The flustered human yanked the curtain rapidly darting out the space. Lord have mercy did she really need that visual. And... And... The young woman supported the wall, he wasn't hard... Yet far from limp either... And yes hairless like a baby!
Ohoho now we're talking!
Ughhhh... Come on brain, it's embarassing, focus, please... I have nothing to worry about in that department anyways, Alia attempted to convince herself.
You're so flustered it's just funny. Scared of a little bit of...
Surely not little. And definitely no issues with self confidence... If he'd ever saw her naked she would probably disintegrate into the ground.
His height explains it all, hehe. Not like it's the first nude ma...
Alia cracked the door cautiously and tossed the towel onto the sink without looking. "That green thingy there is soap by the way..." She attempted to sound as normal as possible.
x x x
Another grueling work day, nearly all the time on her feet Alia could not wait to reach home. She had promised they would watch the second part of the film this evening, even though she had to wake early the next day once again. The woman was nearly home when her cell phone rang and she rammaged in her bag to unearth it. As the person on the other end spoke her face altered expressions dramatically, this was the last thing she had expected...
Azog felt as if the walls were closing in on him more so than ever this day. This whole situation felt like an itch at his back he had no means to scratch. The male felt like jumping out his skin, he was powerless he loathed it, despised it, couldn't stand it for much longer. He needed air, freedom, feel migthy again, the leader that he was... Yet he was stuck.
The strange female was taking a while to return.
The door creaked opened as Alia shuffled in limply, and immediatelly the Orc detected her demeanor. Her eyes swollen read, tears still trickling down her reddened cheeks, lips upturned into a deep frown. She locked the door and a deep shuddering sigh escaped her lungs.
"Hey..." She nearly whispered. He heard it. "I'm sorry... I know I promised... But I hope you don't mind... I'll just... Just... " Sobs were begining to tear her chest once again. "...Turn in early..."
"Sorry... Tomorrow..." She mumbled again, vanishing behind a wooden divider as his stare trailed her silently.
Black Speech:
Khak - Coffee