I was imprisoned for a week now, I still had my armor on, but my helmet and weapons were confiscated, my wings weren't heeling, I couldn't even retract them now, so they were always out now, I couldn't use my magic here, there was a stronger force at work here, the place reeked of it, dark power, orcs and the silence, the damned silence, no birds, no living trees and no inmates, but with the silence I was able to meditate in my power, my soul, I was restricted to no magic but not to my soul, the power here tried to stop it, but it was no soul siphon, just dark magic that was meant to cover the whole, and was not meant for the Valkyrie, in fact the soul of one was like a song, a song that never died, just like a heartbeat, and mine was too strong of a heartbeat.

Until one day, a boy was thrown in my cell," Lets see, see that in corner," said the orc that had thrown the little boy in, standing behind the thick iron door, I emitted a low growl," that boy, is danger, danger it is, Azog's pet," I barely made an outline, most orcs can't speak right anyway, with my whiteness it was obvious that I was there hunched down in the dark.

"Shame he doesn't let us play with her," it was Hekrair, the nasty pervert but he always treated me well, he would talk to me and we would have conversations about his past life, he always made sure that I had food and water-those he could sneak in, they thought it was him torturing me with it, but anything else wasn't allowed, and Azog made sure that I didn't get close with anyone and switched out the watchers and portal, and security.

"Think she rip boy?" The orc that shoved the boy in here, who was right by the door waiting for what might happen.

"No, she wouldn't do that, unless he stupid enough to challenge her." Hekrair said," now off with you scum, you've work to do," and so Hekrair shooed out the other orc, slapping him in the back of the head multiple times, and when the other orc was gone Hekrair came back and stood by the door," need anything, scream, I'm going to take a nap, wake me up if anyone comes." And off Hekrair went, setting in his chair, propping his feet in another.

An hour passed and still the boy clung to the door, staring wildly at me, he wasn't moving, just plastered himself there, and when the Hekrair's snoring started, I reached out to where my plate sat, it had stale bread, and a slice of aging cheese, along with some rank mutton, I slid the plate from the darkness, startling the boy," You've not eaten for days, I can sense that, eat boy, here will be less when the shift passes, go on eat as much as you want, I don't need it."

The boy looked to the plate I slid to him, he saw how it looked, were he anywhere else he wouldn't touch it but he was here, so he dived down on it, grabbing the plate and retreating back to the door, if there was one thing being locked in a cell for a week was that the primal side stepped in-the animal side, as it did so any would have gone insane, but the few strong enough with a powerful will would have enhanced hearing, and senses that only animals posses. I heard his stomach rumble from my corner, and his chewing. I had to laugh at this human child, he acted prone to madness already.

He stopped at my laugh, he looked into the darkness of where I was, I stood and spread my wings out, his mouth dropped open and the hand that clutched his food dropped the mutton, that was all he had left to eat, he quickly snatched it up and popped it in his mouth, and swallowed, than his chin the receded to dropping again, I laughed more, this child was truly frightened by everything.

"No need to be frightened," I said stepping into the light, his jaw went back up, and his face twisted in confusion," I am never hostile to children, I can't even think about hurting a child, the thought makes me disgusted altogether, now come, closer so I can see you," I said outstretching my arms, I thought he would walk over to me feebly but instead the human child ran to me, wrapping his arms around my back, and sobbing into my leather corset, taller than I thought, he was maybe ten or twelve at the very least. his hair was a black mop, and just as soft as my hair, though I bet his hair and mine were both greasy.

I held him for as long as I could, I then felt small hands gently touch my wings," You like my wings," I asked him, and he nodded my his head," do you not speak."

He shook his head yes, I then pulled back holding him by his arms, he had bright blue eyes shinning with tears," What is your name?"

"Aragorn," he said, still feeling my wings, his voice was straining, from his tears and of what sounded like puberty.

"And how old are you Aragorn?" I asked him looking in his eyes.

"Ten and four," he said not looking to me, but at my wings again but then finally looked to me, in the sunlight, the child was nearly a man, in a few short years he would be," And you, what's your name."

He wasn't dumb, I'll give him that," Vaajltirqa," I said.

"Okay, then what are you, a woman that is half bird-a harpy?"

I smiled at him," No, I'm a Valkyrie of an old line."

He looked to me and back to my wings," Then you can fly us from here, anywhere in the world."

"Sadly no, my wings are broke, and even they tire."

His face dropped," Oh, who would do that?"

"Azog, the Defiler, no doubt you've heard stories of him, yes?"

Aragorn nodded," But he is dead."

"No he was never dead, he was wounded, that was what I tried to tell Thorin."

The boy's face lit up," You know Thorin Oakenshield, how?"

This boy was a fan you could clearly see," Yes, last I saw him was a week ago-"

"But how do you know him, when did you meet him, is the stories true that he used an Oakenshield to defend from Azog's attacks?"

I then went on to answer his numerous questions," I know him because I was traveling with Thorin, and I met him not a year ago on the road and joined him after three mountain troll were down, and finally yes, he does use an Oakenshield, for I saw him, not a few months ago use one."

"Mountain trolls, he and you vanquished mountain trolls!"

"We had twelve others help of course, you had one hobbit and the rest dwarves," his face still bright as I sat down on the floor," but come, you must be drained, sleep, nothing will hurt you while I'm around,' I said patting my lap, he came down with a scowl planted on his face, but he knew I was right, as he laid down on me in my lap my heart reached out for this boy, he is me all over again, lost and forgotten, alone and in the dark.

I felt that way until I happened to met the band of dwarves, all of them, Gandalf and Bilbo, and mostly Thorin, where he was I had no idea, is he safe and not imprisoned, if he was Azog would have me watch him die, I felt so alone in the world, he had taken all of that away and now I was taken from him, just as his father and grandfather was, same as my father and mother, but as I held this child in my arms I thought, never will I let anything take this child from me, and Thorin I will find you...