I understand it has been a long time and maybe this part won't meet anyone's expectation, but certainly... FOR SURE, the next one will.

Part THREE

It had been long since she had roamed these hills. She was young when her father had banished her for insolence, no more than a century ago. She was older now though, the allies that she had found here were all that she needed. She could smell them, their scents were near as were her father's. She knew only one place that they could have gone, one place that they would have found safety, but it was an assumption.

Regardless of evidence, or not she followed. She had a mission, the dark lord had set her on one and she surely would not fail this time. She approached the barn that she had remembered from childhood. The barn where she spent her youngest years feeding horses and learning kindness, something she thought no Orc could know, it understand. She would never forget the man named Beorn and even in this state of mind control she wouldn't allow herself to.

She walked casually through the gardens that rested before the great door into the barn. Her black panther followed cautiously, it was dangerous to be out in the open in the daylight. It had been morning when she arrived in the hills. She stopped in front of the door, raising a fisted hand she took a deep breath. A growl sounded before she could open the door, she wasn't thinking right at all.

"Oh shush your nonsense, besides Beorn loves me besides my being an Orc." She rose her hand again, a paw was placed on her foot. She sighed, inhaling afterwards to come across the scent of dwarves. Mazoga's eyes sparkled and a wild smirk graced her features. "This is good, Rozasha. We mustn't be afraid. These dwarves, they cause no harm." She finally knocked upon the oaken door, the one that answered immediately, answered with a smile.

"Mazoga." He opened his arms, towering over her as tall as her father. She hugged him, but only for a short time.

"I am here to speak with-" As Beorn moved out of the way she was pulled in by several hands and thrown into a wooden chair. They wasted no time in their assault, two dwarves held her down, as two others removed her weapons, Fili and Kili running around her with rope and tying her down. Before her feline could defend the door was shut. Her claws scraping frantically against the door.

She kept calm throughout the entire ordeal, Thorin standing before her and Gandalf off to the side leaning against the wall. She was vulnerable, not entirely, she could escape, but the chances of them even showing a glimpse of trust if she did that were small.

"You have only been trouble since the moment you knocked upon Master Baggins door, explain yourself!" He demanded the other dwarves shouting their agreement.

"I have decided to join you all on your quest to reclaim Erebor."

"And why? For as long as I live, not a single piece of gold in the mountain will touch your hand."

"It is not the gold I want. It is spite. I want my father dead." She was lying, she did not know what was guiding her, but she was not herself and she wasn't the only one who noticed.

"We cannot trust you."

"Have I ever once lied to you?" There was no reply, because she hadn't lied to them. She had been truthful through every conversation up until now.

"No you haven't, but you are an Orc."

"And you are a dwarf. I see no problem here. My father might be the worst to roam middle earth, but I won't allow myself to be like him."

"So does this mean you wish to help us?" Gandalf asks aside from Thorin's hatred for her, he had grown to believe that she could make a difference in this journey.

"Yes... It does. Under one condition."

"What more do you ask from us?! What more can you take?!" Thorin spat between clenched teeth, the others backed away.

"None of you speak of my past, or ask about it. I'd prefer to keep my private life separate."

"Deal." Thorin was shocked that almost as soon as Gandalf replied she was released. Yes, she had a great amount of skill and so far hadn't done anything criminal to the company. The dwarves celebrated quickly their new allie before leaving for Mirkwood forest. When the ponies were released and Gandalf was gone the company went forth.

Thorin keeping his eyes intently on the path in front of them. Bilbo kept his distance from Mazoga thinking she would harm him if he got any closer. The good that resided in her wanted to make him her friend, wanted to promise him she would not hurt him, but that was not true. One way, or another she was always rubbed others the wrong way. She stepped closer up to Bilbo, who began to shake in her presence the other dwarves not noticing.

"I don't bite you know." She started, letting her eyes travel around the forest.

"W-Well..." He gulped, keeping his eyes on the path. "You stab." She chuckled at how nervous he was, he was right, she did stab. He gazed up at her whole hearted smile, completely forgetting that which she had said to the company before they allowed her to join. "How can you be an Orc? Orcs are mean and ugly. You are neither, actually you are calm… very calm"

"Does me being calm scare you Bilbo?" Bilbo nodded, she sighed, tying her arms behind her back. "I apologize then, I scare a lot of people."

"Why? I mean... Why did you work with Azog after all that? After not wanting to be like him."

"I have no one Bilbo, no true family to bring honor to. If a princess was meant to stay with her family, then she would, no matter how vicious they were. Naturally my decision was to stay with my family."

"Even if they weren't all that good."

"I had no choice Bilbo." She answered grimly, it was silent yet, again. The others had been listening including Thorin who suddenly felt pity, he hadn't felt for her before.

"I will be your friend."

"I will to lass." One by one they assured how she wasn't alone anymore, all but Thorin. Razasha kept close behind, her paws padding along the stone path. She noticed the Bilbo kept away from the large cat, she didn't understand why Razasha hadn't done anything harmful to him, or anyone in the company.

"Razasha." She called, the cat sprinting forward to walk alongside her master, nudging her silk fur against the woman's side. Bilbo glanced over with wide eyes, but continued walking at a much quicker pace.

"She won't hurt you, you know. She will defend you now that you are my friend."

"What is she?"

"A companion, saved my life when I was younger. Our souls are bound as one." Bilbo giggled nervously as he reached his hand out to pet the silk fur of the giant animal.

"How did you come across such a beautiful thing?" Mazoga remained silent after that, as said before she didn't want them knowing anything about her past. She reminded herself to keep the facade for only a few days longer and then… just then she will have succeeded against Thorin Oakenshield. Her eyes lustered a bright red before fading back to their natural color. The Hobbit seemed to notice this and instead kept from continuing the conversation.

The walk from then on consisted of only drabble and small conversations amongst those in the company aside from Thorin and Mazoga. Mazoga was much more attuned to the environment as was Razasha and she immediately stated her peace.

"We have lost the path." Everyone stopped at her declaration and turned to stare into the back of the group where she stood tall and defiant.

"What makes you think…" Thorin's words trailed off as he looked down and noticed the path was in fact gone. His firm gaze then shot back up to Mazoga. "You've known this for how long?!"

"Enough." He meant to stomp over to her and release his rage, only to find the feline accompanying her this entire time, spiral itself around her body calmly to stand in front of her.

"This is all your fault!" He accused with a rude finger.

"My fault? You are the one standing in front of the group. You're the leader." Then everyone started fighting with each other and bickering over which way the path was. Bilbo took it upon himself to climb up a tree. Where Mazoga had recognized and turned her attention from Thorin to the halfling who was already half way up the branches. The company silenced and waited with agony, but as Bilbo disappeared an audible snap was heard in the brush alongside them and before Mazoga could react they were abused by spiders.