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The Half-Blood Prince 2 Chapter 2
The entire company settled down for the night thanks to Gandalf's promise that they are all safe in the house of their rather peculiar host. Yes, there is a danger facing them here, but it's a lot less than what they would be facing if they'd kept on running out in the open.
Compared to everyone else Agathon had a much harder time falling asleep knowing that Azog and his Warg Pack are still close by, restraining themselves from not attacking because of the Skin-Changer protecting them. His thoughts just contantly return to the battle he had with Azog before the Eagles timely intervention to save their lives, something he is highly grateful for. There was a place outside the house where his mount can graze on hay along with some gras and rest up. fter all he's followed Agathon through he definitely deserves it. They would never have succcessfully made it out of that if not for them. Finally exhaustion took hold over Agathon, drifting off in order to get some much needed rest. Best take advantage of a break while he can.
Outside Beorn is not letting up on the heat. He's not allowing any of the Orcs to get close.
Its frustrating Azog to no end that he can't complete his vendetta like this.
"Attach them now. Kill the Dwarf filth while they sleep," advised his 2nd In Command.
"No. The Beast stands guard," said Azog.
Azog may have a grudge against Oakenshield, but he's not stupid. And combined with that of his half breed offspring their combined might could perhaps kill him. He's not going to risk it, not unless he has the advantage.
Rejoining the rest of the pack, Azog said "We will kill them on the road."
The sound of something big charging towards them on the ground through the trees puts them all on alert, wheeling around to face it at the ready.
They needn't have been concerned. It was just one of their own with a message to give.
Bolg, Azog's full blooded second son.
Seated on his own Warg, Bolg pulls his mount to a stop. The Warg's sharp teeth inches away from Azog's face. Azog didn't flinch. He's well used to stuff like this all the time.
Bolg brings news.
"They are gathering in Dol Guldor. The Master has summoned you," growled Bolg.
Azog sneered, annoyed that his hunt was interrupted like this, but he cannot disobey the Masters call.
A couple hours later on that same night Azog arrives at Dol Guldor as ordered.
Azog immediately went to the secret spot where the Necromancer is waiting for him to show. Manifesting into his shadow form the Necromancer makes himself known to Azog, but not in a physical bodily sense.
"We grow in number. We grow in strength. You will lead my armies," ordered the Necromancer.
"What of Oakenshield," pressed Azog.
"War is coming," said the Necromancer.
Enraged he may lose his chance for revenge, Azog snarled "You promised me his head!"
Disappearing back into the ruins, the Necromancer said "Death will come to all."
Azog is left standing there.
Stepping inside now that the audience was over with, Azog's 2nd In Command broached "Do we call off the hunt?"
Azog may not be able to continue forward with this, but he knows of another who can. One who will be more than happy to combat Oakenshield and perhaps kill the scum of their bloodline.
"Bolg," roared Azog.
Bolg came out shoving aside subordinates that lowered their heads in submission to avoid his gaze.
Meeting him in the middle, Azog said "I have a task for you. Do you still thirst for Dwarf blood?"
The unholy grin on Bolg's face is the answer to that question.
"Good. You will take over the hunt. Kill Oakenshield and bring his head back to me. There is another I need to deal with. There is a half breed among their number. Half Elf and Orc. Kill him," commanded Azog.
Thumping a hand over his chest, Bolg said "It will be done, Father."
Elsewhere Agathon was awoken by a noise at the front door. Stiffening Agathon covered his face more with the cloak and opened his eyes a smitten. A gigantic man came walking int breathing deeply as he scanned the room with his eyes. Agathon assumes this is Beorn. Agathon stays perfectly still so as not to draw any uneccessary attention and be seen as a threat.
Fortunately Beorn moved on to his own room, shutting the door with a decisive click.
Agathon released the anxious breath he'd been holding in.
That was a close call.
Authors Note:
Wishing you all a Happy 4th of July!
Hope you all like this one! I certainly did while writing it for your vast enjoyment! ;D
Glad to see we all are getting along with our vacations so well, I certainly am. It's given me a lot of much needed time to catch up on works I haven't touched in a while including this one.
I'm glad to have finally gotten back to this after such a long absence compared to some others on my profile. I've been meaning to for a while and only now I've managed to find time and inspiration for it. Still in the beginning stages, but I'm very satisfied and happy about it.
I recently put up a new story called Fish Out Of Water. It's a crossover between the movie Shape of Water and the show Siren. So far I have everything figured out except one little thing. A name for my OC. Basically, since my OC character is in fact a mermaid I want the name to be in reference to the oceans or any other body of water similar to lakes or rivers. I'm more than open to suggestions so like I usually do in situations like this I'm turning it into a contest. The reader who gives me the winning name gets a question answered about the plot of the changed storyline in question. So think long and hard guys on the name and the type of question you'd like me to answer. Because you only get the one until the next opportunity arises for the taking. ;D