You woke up somewhere in the day. You had no idea what time it was or where you were. The last thing you remembered of your night watch was that someone tossed a stone against your head and you passed out. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes were 4 ugly creatures staring at you. A devilish smirk appeared on their faces when they saw you waking up.
"Good morning lassie. Have you slept well tonight?" You know you could not trust this creatures, nor were you afraid of them. "Yes I slept very well." You would not let this orcs break you. You could finally see what was going on. You were lying in a cart full of reed.
"Why do you think we brought you here?" the same orc asked. "I don't even know where I am then how should I be able to know why I'm here?" you snapped at him, which turned out to be a stupid thing to do.
The orc placed its knife on your throat and softly started to dig into your flesh. He didn't dig too deep though, he was not going to kill you. The blood slowly started to drip down your throat, over your collarbone and into your shirt. You tried to wipe the blood away with your hands, but they were tied up behind your back. The rope was made from reed and when you tried to break it a huge piece of it flew into your hand. And immediately the blood started flowing. The orcs were just laughing at your desperate attempt to break free and just tied another piece of reed around your wrists.
After a few minutes of silence you felt your hands going warm with your blood. But there was nothing you could do about it. "We have arrived, stupid midget." Oh, because there is something wrong with dwarves. You were just a little bit smaller than the average.
Everywhere you looked were orcs and wargs. You had seen this place before in a book you had read back at your home. This was Ravenhill. With sunlight you would have been able to see Erebor. But it was dark. The only light were the torches on the pillars.
At the end of the path you saw a great pale orc. It was the orc Balin had talked about. Azog the Defiler. He was standing next a giant white warg. He turned around to face you. "So… this is the she-dwarf," he was now standing in front of you and he had a smirk on his face. Then he raised his blade to your neck, the tip of it pressing against against the wound the orc had placed there. It had just stopped bleeding but with she sharp point of Azog's blade pressing on it the blood started to drip out of it again. He smiled evilly. "Do you know why you are here? He lowered his blade to your belly and went to stand behind you. "No, because your minions refused to tell me."
With that he increased pressure on the sword so it would cut a hole in your shirt but careful not to cut into your flesh, he had other plans he wanted to use you for. "I will tell you why you are here," Azog said in an unamused voice. "I want to kill your little dwarf friend, Thorin Oakenshield. You probably know why. But to wipe out the line of Durin I also have to kill his nephews, who are traveling with them, and his sister."
He has a sister? You didn't know anything about her. You have never talked with Thorin. He is always so grumpy. "I didn't even know he had a sister! Why didn't you kidnap him?" Azog let out an angry growl and shouted something in Black Speech. Two orcs stepped forwards and cut the bindings of your wrists lose. When you wanted to look how bad the bleeding was they grabbed your arms and they pushed you against a wall, you facing the wall.
"I will make you feel pain so you will remember not to lie to me again, foolish dwarf." While Azog spoke the two orcs had ripped the back of your shirt open so your back was now revealed to Azog. He pulled out a whip made of a twig. "If you dare and try to run away, your punishment will be doubled."
He lowered the twig onto your back with a force that made you clench your teeth. You didn't cry though. And again the twig hit your back. How many times would he repeat his action? He lowered the twig again on the same spot of your back and you felt it digging into your flesh.
He hit you again at the same place so he would leave a deep wound there. He kept hitting you at the same spot. Silent tears started to roll down your cheeks and you started to shiver violently.
Once Azog was content with his work towards you. It was a deep wound, that would surly become a sscar later. You were still facing the wall. He placed a small jar at the bottom of your back and let a little bit of blood drip in it. It was almost like Bofur's story.
With a smile he pulled out a small lock of your hair and gave it to one of the orcs. "Give this to the company of Oakenshield, then they will know where she is in no-time." The orc nodded, got onto its warg and rode away.
"There is a powerfull spell upon this place. Nobody can see you so nobody will safe you." Azog told you. He led you to the dungeons. When he pushed you into one of the chambers he saw that the back of your shirt was full with blood. You were still bleeding but you were not supposed to die yet. He took a piece of a shirt from another orc and went to bind it over the blooding wound on your back. There was orc poison in the fabric and it would soon be in your blood if the wounds will not stop bleeding soon. It was a stinging feeling and it was supposed to stop the bleeding. But instead it started to bleed harder and within minutes the orc shirt was wet with blood mingled with poison.
You were left alone, locked up in one of the deepest rooms of the dungeons of ravenhill. And indeed, nobody could find you here… were they even looking for you? Would they know that you were here? Would they care? It made you insecure about yourself. Like you weren't good enough.
It was cold. There was no light. And the wound on your back was stinging. Not just because of the bleeding but also because of the poison. You felt like you were about to faint. Couldn't there be another way to stop this pain? There was nothing in the room but some rocks. Sharp rocks. Maybe that was the only was to stop the torture. You grabbed one of them and placed the sharp point of it on your wrist. You didn't have control of what you were doing or thinking. The terrible pain didn't seem to stop. Slowly you began to dig into your flesh. Maybe if you would die you would be freed of this torture. You started to draw a line into the flesh of your inner arm.
"What are you doing?!" You flinched and dropped the stone. One of the orc guards saw what you were doing. It was needless to ask if he would keep it a secret because he was an orc. He immediately ran of to tell Azog what he had seen and he appeared in the dungeons within seconds.
The bleeding wound on your inner arm betrayed your previous activities. "You are not supposed to die yet stupid brat!" He caged you into the corner of the room and grabbed you roughly by your injured arm and let you out of the room.
Azog brought you out of the dungeons to the top of the building. Some of his minions were waiting there with an oversized bird cage. He pushed you into it and closed it. Then he and some other orcs hung the cage above the abyss. You were stuck in there. If you would move to much the rope of the cage would break and you would fall. A thought that made you feel sick.
You couldn't even turn around in here. You were standing uncomfortable and your legs were tired. The blood from your back was dripping down the cage into the gap between some other tall buildings.
You felt a strange feeling in your head, which you hadn't felt before. It made you dizzy. It was not that you were afraid of orcs. No, you were only disgusted by them. Maybe you were afraid of heights… you had never been confronted with this thought before. You've never been in high places. But now you hang here, on a thin rope, and you couldn't even see how high it wis because of the mist, you knew for sure.
"Azog!" you screamed. Desperately wanting to get out of here and clean your wounds. He appeared with an evil smile on his face. "Where are your manners, she-dwarf?" "Mr. Azog?" you tried to sound polite but it was difficult cause you were already annoyed as hell. "What do you want?" "I would like to take a bath." You needed to wash the dry blood of your body and try to get the orc-poison out of your wounds. Azog started to laugh loudly. "Do you really think we have a bath? Well… maybe we can fix something for you so you can have a bath..."
They freed you out of the cage and brought you into the depths of Ravenhill. There was a big lake. On the lake lied a town. It was on fire. "So… they have reached the mountain..." They weren't searching for you at all. "What did you say?!" Probably Azog didn't like the succes of the dwarves. But… were they still alive? Didn't Smaug already kill them within the mountain? "You don't think you have my hospitality of a bath anymore right? You had better not talked about the dwarves!" He led you back to the top and the birdcage.
Some long and painful hours later one of the orcs appeared with a plate of food. Well… it was supposed to be food. He gave you the plate with a smirk and watched you wile he waited for you to finish eating and to return the plate. It looked like warg droppings. You were unsure if you should eat it or not.
When you saw the orc smirking you took a big bite. It tasted like warg droppings. You tried to keep it in but you couldn't. You started to vomit over you clothes and wounds. The orc started laughing. You felt the poison of the orc-clothes running through your blood now. You couldn't handle the gross smell of vomit combined with the pain of the poison and the dark power of this place much longer.
You were hungry but there was nothing to eat thirsty and nothing to drink. You missed your friends, why hadn't they found you yet? Maybe they aren't looking for you and are they now feasting in a big treasure hoard while eating lots of meat and drinking beer. It made you feel unwanted. You started crying. You felt homesick. It started with silent sobs, that nobody would hear. But soon you were crying like a baby that lost its mother. You cried yourself to sleep that night.