CHAPTER 2: WEATHERTOP

At night in the top of the ruined tower of the Weathertop, when the moon was full and the wargs both the smooth and coarse howling echoed in the night sky.

It was then when two Gundabad goblins, Fimbul the Hunter and Yazneg, the goblin captain with the black ragged coat and the commander of the small now-slaughtered pack of the warg riders, who had ambushed earlier today Thorin Oakenshield's company from traveling through of the wilderness and kill them all, especially their leader Thorin Oakenshield, until they had failed in their mission, thanks to the interference of the brown wizard with the rapid rabbits and eventually the deadly ambush of the elves, nervously crawled into the ruined fortress of the Weathertop, where they were instantly surrounded by the fresh pack of the other Gundabad goblin hunters and the savage Gundabad wargs, who had made their camp to within the ruined watch tower and were all glaring at two of their pack's members, who returned to them empoty handed and failed.

Yazneg and Fimbul paid the nervous look towards their fellow goblins hunter and the growling wargs of their pack, as they walked in middle of the center of the watch towers to face their master.

In the other side of the watch tower, was lying on the ground the large and white-furred female warg, the Matriarch of this pack and the mother of all Gundabad Wargs, who aggressively growled at the two on their task failed goblins, as they nervously stood in front of the white warg's master, the hulking man-sized white-skinned goblin, who was standing in the top of the stone stairs, looking to the distances.

As the captain of the now-slaughtered warg pack and the warg riders and as responsible one of their mission, Yazneg stepped a bit forward towards their master, until he stopped immediately when the white warg growled at him.

"The dwarves, master..." Yazneg began with the humble and respective bow and with the nervous tone as he started to report his failure in the black speech.

"We lost them."

After saying this, the wargs from every corner of the watch tower began to slowly but menacingly and hungrily yet impatiently growling approaching two goblins, who looked at them nervously.

Ignoring the wargs, Yazneg turned back to their master to continue.

"They were in our grasp, but we were ambushed by the elvish filth, and we were..." Yazneg tried to explain.

Until the man-sized goblin angrily interrupted him.

I don't want excuses, Yazneg!"

The man-sized goblin turned around to the goblins.

By the appearance, he looked exactly like the Azog the Defiler himself with his muscular, enormous size, blue eyes and the pale skin, but he had the large lower jaw, inhumanly-wide mouth, ragged upper lip, one blue and one blind-white eye, slit-nostrils and thinner long hair. The goblin also had a multi-spindle piece of metal viciously attached over his head. The goblin had the small rib-cage-resembling chest-armor with two blade-like spikes and the spiked shoulder guards. The goblin also had a huge five-foot long, double-edged and serrated-bladed sword with a foot-long double spike at the end in his hand.

The goblin was Bolg, spawn of Azog the Defiler.

Bolg stepped down from the stairs, glaring angrily at two goblin warg riders, especially his second-in-command and Right-Hand-Goblin Yazneg as he approached menacingly at them, during of which he briefly stopped next to his white warg mount and gently pets its head with his hand, and the warg in return pets back to her master's hand, before he turned back to the goblins.

"All what I want, is that dwarf-king's head!" Bolg angrily growled at the goblins.

"But master, we were caught off guard and outnumbered! There was nothing we could do!" Yazned explained nervously, remembering how his warg pack was indeed caught off guard by the group of elves with over two times bigger number when they had got the dwarfs surrounded and were themselves slaughtered within seconds, leaving him and Fimbul no chance for the counter-attack.

"I barely escaped with my life!" Yazneg added, as Azog was standing right in front of him, looking down at him with disgust of such of cowardice.

"Far better if you had... paid with it." Bolg said darkly as he pet nervous Yazneg's head like in comfortingly.

However...

"If my father would be still alive, he would not accept such cowardice in his pack... and nor do I" Bolg added with the venom in his voice.

Before Yazneg had time to react, Bolg's expression on his face turned into sadistic look with the pleasure to punish his minions with the iron hand as his massive arm suddenly grabbed from Yazneg's throat, wrapping his fingers around of Yazneg neck into squeezing grip.

"TIME TO FEAST, MY PETS!" Bolg proclaimed in black speech, as he furiously and with disgust threw the goblin roughly out of the watch towers ruins to the hillock's cliff, where wargs savagely attacked to the punished goblin, and mauled him apart, killing and eating the goblin captain alive, while the other goblin hunters all around of them temporarily sadistically laughed at this and waved their weapons over their heads as Yazneg briefly screamed in pain in the fangs of the wargs before he died, and all what was heard was the wargs mauling whatever was left of Yazneg's body bone by bone.

Fimbul watched his captain's bloody and brutal demise in the fangs of the wargs in horror and shock.

Fimbul became even more nervous when Bolg turned his dark look at him.

Bolg, however, decided to spare Fimbul, but far away out of forgiveness.

Bolg turned his back to the still-nervous goblin hunter and walked back to the top of the stairs where he was standing before Yazneg's punishment.

All goblins, the wargs, nervous Fimbul and the white warg looked at him, as he angrily muttered in the black speech as he climbed the stairs to his standing spot.

"My father would be still alive... If it had not been that... that... that hair ball-faced filth and his filthy cousin rat!" Bolg muttered.

As Bolg reached to the top of the stairs, he slowly turned back to his pack.

"The dwarf-scum may have got away from us this time, but they will show themselves soon enough!" Bolg said, disgusted of the cowardly hiding of the dwarfs.

But there was also something to benefit from their "cowardly" hiding, which Bolg decided to use as his advantage against the dwarfs once they show up from their hiding spot.

"ON THE RIDE, MY GOBLINS!" Bolg eventually bellowed to his pack.

Immediately obeying their masters order, the goblin hunters hurriedly rushed to their warg mounts all around of the watch towers ruins and jumped to their wargs backs, standing still for a while to wait more orders from their master.

But before Bolg ordered anything or sent them away, he turned then back to Fimbul, who still nervously and fearfully looked back at his master, still waiting for what kind of punishment was coming for him.

However...

"Fimbul! You go and gather more hunters for the hunt and meet me back here! I'm going to lead the hunt of the dwarf, PERSONALLY! And you come with me, as my new second-in-command and Right-Hand-Goblin!" Bolg ordered.

The goblin lieutenant, now captain and the Right-Hand-Goblin of Bolg, humbly but still nervously bowed down at his master.

Then, Bolg turned to the mounted goblins and the wargs, who growled loudly, waiting impatiently the orders from their mothers master.

"SEND OUR WORD FORWARD! FOR EVERY ALLIED HILL-MAN CAMP! FOR EVERY OTHER GOBLIN SETTLEMENT ON THE MOUNTAINS! TELL THEM TO KEEP THEIR EYES OPEN AND BE IN ALERT IN CASE OF THIRTEEN DWARFS... THERE IS A HIGH PRICE ON THEIR HEADS!" Bolg openly and loudly proclaimed.

"IN THE NAME OF MY FATHER, AZOG THE DEFILER!" Bolg bellowed!

"FOR AZOG THE DEFILER!" The goblins bellowed after their master.

"Now... GOOOOOOOO!" Bolg bellowed with in the night sky echoing loud bellow, as the few dismounted wargs and the goblin warg riders departed from the Weathertop to carry out their masters orders.