"Vaajl," I heard my fathers voice said," it's time that you learn the sword, starting today," I was so excited that I dressed as quickly as I could," you will train with your brother when he returns, but for now I will teach you," so my father rode out with his horse, me in front, we rode far out a field.

"Vaajl, time to wake up..."

I awoke with cuts and bruises, I looked around, underneath me was cold stone, it was gritty and nasty. Above me was a stone ceiling, it was dark and I couldn't see, muffling was outside the door, voices, orc voices speaking in their black speech no doubt.

I felt around, walls blocked me in this confined space, barely enough for one person, I then tried to stand up, pain shredded through me, my back felt as if it were on fire, as if it had glass shoved underneath the skin, underneath my skin, my wings! I then made my wings come out, they popped and slid sickly out, I whimpered as they came, noises arose louder, an ugly orc's face appeared at the doors caged window, it had a large nose and squinty eyes, it was a snaggletooth for sure.

I gave it a menacing growl as I pounced at the door, my fang stretching even longer[something both me and my brother had inherited from our mot so normal mother-poor woman rest her soul for she was a cat person from what my brother and father told me, father said I had it worse than Vulthiem being that I'm a woman]as salvia ran down from them, I hissed loudly at the orc," This bitch is rabid, Hekrair, you should see this," the orc snorted.

Another orc came and peeked in,"Rabid, is right, why Azog wants the cunt alive is beyond me, we should just gut her here, damned Valkyrie, break her fucking wings off I will."

The other orc looked to Hekrair,"Don't let Azog catch you saying that, he'll have your tongue."

"And I'll have your pathetic cock, if you ever try," My voice deepened and rolled out like metal grinding on stone.

"Back away from what's mine," it was Azog, I could tell that voice from anywhere," if you don't I let her have you," I could see Azog now, they were frightened by him just as I was, I knew this from how they scampered away but not the entire way, Azog didn't seem to notice or care, his tall pose, and his white body, he disgusted me the first time I saw him," my Vaajl, or is that what Oakenshield calls you."

"He does, but he doesn't have to state I'm his though," I snapped, speaking all but the lies.

"You've always had that smart mouth, just like your father," Azog said leaning closer to the door," he was like that till the end, and you my Vaajltirqa will submit, I will break you, you will want me and no one else." Azog said with the same look that he gave everyone-he didn't care.

"No Vul Soren will submit to fear," I restated what my father had told my for what years I had with him, my father, would he be proud that I found someone, no, when he was alive he would never let a dwarf, elf or human court me, I know now what he wanted, he wanted my to find another Valkyrie or develop a relationship with my brother-he truly loved me, Vulthiem would have killed any who looked at me, he nearly went after Boulder then, and if he was still alive he'd kill Thorin, if Thorin wouldn't kill him, so many fighting over one-it seemed absurd, nearly stupid.

"You did, for years I followed your shadow, watching from afar as a small girl to a woman, then I lost your scent and the trail went cold, more than half a hundred years you were lost from my gaze, I thought of Dale many times, begging that you hadn't befallen that fate your brother," a new glimmer shone in his eye, a new one that on him I couldn't understand," then I find you, in love with a dwarf, Thorin Oakenshield, royalty, next to be King Under the Mountain no less, he who has nothing to offer, no home, no time for either way, and you still pursuit in this folly of love, this emotion that clouds your thoughts, and your true purpose in life, my master intended, predicted that you would be Thorin's downfall along with the world's too."

"I was afraid of you yes, but I'm passed that-Azog, I never wanted you in my life, and now that you are the only thing I feel is hatred for you," Azog looked me in the eye," first you take my father from me, and next my home, and now you want to take Thorin from me, when will it stop?"

"It never will, there will always be a fight for the one you want, a battle for the one I want," Azog said, he had more to say but I knew him better than that.

"One battle you will again lose, one war you will never win." I turning away to the back of my cell.

"Chose differently Vaajltirqa Vul Soren, that I will beg you for," Azog said not moving.

"Then don't waste your breath," I turned to him, standing in my cell, my hair; eyes, and broken wings that hung over my shoulders and dragged the cell's floor more than usual," I won't rethink my decision Azog, nothing will, my love is stronger than my will."

"And when Oakenshield is dead?"

"I will love him even then-I will not love another, as my anger and hatred you for will grow evermore, everyday will not pass without me reimaging your death," I came closer to him growling.

Azog's head hung low, before head picked it up again he simply said," Your mother said the same thing about your father." And off Azog went, my mother, what does that bastard know about her.

"MY MOTHER, YOU DARE MENTION HER NAME!AZOG!"