Chapter Two
'Human females are Strange'
'Ich tu dir Weh' by Rammstein
The early morning Sun cast its beautiful orange and yellow rays onto the crumbling stones as she woke. The Defiler rose, striding to relief himself off the precipice. The winds assaulted her rump.
Oh my GOOOOOODS! The reason shrilled.
This wasn't a dream! Her chest began to heave. Did he... Did he stay in there all night?
How will she look into his face now...
Not the face, the belly button, remember? The voice chuckled darkly. And more importantly what the hell was that all about? His 'third leg' was cold? Bahahaha!
Couldn't even pull her pants up... Alia straightened to yank at her jeans glaring at his back. She froze when a sticky fluid began to crawl down her thighs slowly.
Oh God... He-he did...
It took her a few moments to pull herself together. The insides contracted in algidity before the fluttering warmth began spreading through her midsection... It was hard to combat it.
I knew you were useless... The reason could have slapped her at this point.
What do you want me to do? Alia frowned. This doesn't happen everyday, besides...
Azog leapt upon his mount nudging the wolf to proceed.
WTF. He literally impales you for the night and now he leaves you behind? The voice eyerolled. Orc males... It swatted sarcastically.
The massive wolf hasn't moved even after a few series of nudges.
An irked and apparently curse filled grumble later she was atop the beast as well. Yet not in this world the Orc King would let her 'drive' his Warg. Alia perched behind clutching at his rib guards. The White Warg snorted dejectedly and took off.
You'll remember Weathertop forever now... The voice poked.
She wondered where was he heading next. Did he listen to anything she'd said last night? Obviously if she's still living. But then what, he still needs to know... She itched to tell him. If there is anything that will be her fault...
In her world the side she'd chosen was long ago known. Yet now it was even more than that. She was at his mercy and she was going to do anything in the name of self preservation. She always liked Bilbo and some beardies where impossibly courteous and nice... Very nice... But... And the guilt would come if anything happens yet it was her life now... She imagined there were no chance to persuade Azog out of revenge. Heck, she disliked Thorin for doing what he did...
She got her chance when the beast slowed to a trot. Alia swallowed feverishly.
It's like he read her mind. The Orc leapt off sweeping her with. She landed and staggered lightly.
"Speak." The command was unquestionable. Without trying it said 'obey or die.'
She was glad to obey that one. Alia lowered onto a log deliberately attempting not to meet his glare.
Look at that... Men I tell you... Pretending like nothing ever happened. Oh yeah your trousers just slid down on their own... Hmm. The reason wasn't one bit pleased.
"So after the Eagle fias... Stand off, you will follow them and catch up to them but the scums will take shelter at the house of..."
Werebear haha. The inner crazy was having too much fun at inappropriate moments.
"The bear beast..." Alia'a teeth caught hold of her lips anticipating Azog's outburst but the commander remained poised.
"He will protect them. You will plan to catch the runts on the road but then... Your son will show up and tell you Sauron summons you..." She finally gathered the courage to gaze up only to read a flicker of astonishment.
Oh yeah the name..?
You'll burn in the flames of the fury for mouthing the dark Lord's name you unworthy...
Uhh don't think Azog cares that much.
"They are gathering at Dol Guldur..." The human recounted Bolg's message. "You'll arrive there to find out the Shadow wants you to remain in the ruins and then you will send your son. Yet that mission will prove to be futile." His expression changing from astonishment to benign to near palpable fury Alia scrambled for a solution. "I have an idea, my Lord..."
You just sound so silly being all obedient and stuff.
His nostrils flared, the mouth contorted exposing the points of his best weapons. Was it another pathetic diversion? Sending some sort of a female to fill his head with lies.
She read much just by watching his face. So true his emotions so often floated onto the surface, he made no effort of concealing them. Fury, confusion, surprise... He wore each proudly, each to distinguish who he was.
"Believe me master... All I hope is for your success!" The female lowered her head in meager hopes to palliate him.
Yeah you better hope everything is going here like in the movies or you're toast!
His fist entwined her sweater pulling her to tiptoe.
"How. The Fuck. Do I know." The male chiseled every word snarling inches from her face.
The human squinted. She tried as hard as she could to reign in the tears. The wet, betraying drops of weakness and no doubt perceived as such by him. Her lips pouted and trembled. She never thought about being torn to pieces by an...
"It was a vision, master... A dream of foresight..." Her hands shook so much she couldn't even get a good grip at his tightly clenched fist.
What was stopping him from simply flinging that frail little body against the tree? He will prove her wrong and then... He can kill this spy as many times over as he wishes. As if to drive his point Azog draped the human over the back of the Warg instead of letting her ride aback. He does as he wishes.
"The one that brought me here name is Yazneg... Your other one you will send is Narzug. Your son is Bolg... How else I would now these things?" Alia attempted to speak with some sort of dignity hanging upside down.
Her answer was a guttural rumble.
It's translated as 'Shut the fuck up' doll.
Woah, did he just pat you ass? The inner self gasped and wagged her finger.
The Matriarch sprinted forth.
x x x
They caught up to Azog's riders just as the colossal bear barged through the gates of his own farmhouse.
Narzug looked as if he was ready to facepalm himself. Yazneg's satisfied scowl shone in the background. The White Warg skid to a halt and the human simply slid onto the ground as the master strode forth to asses the situation.
The group darted gazes about, seemingly perplexed that the odd creature was still breathing.
Anytime now! The voice tapped at her watch.
Alia was glued to the Matriarch's leg as the soldiers paced the clearing at times getting too close for comfort.
As annoying as a pesky fly upon one's face she sensed a stare. Alia turned to meet the bloody red orbs.
He's holding the grudge ain't he?
She was starved, exhausted and done with pissy, snarly shit. Alia kept the eye contact refusing to look away. He needs to know not to try any type of crap again. One of her chief traits definitely being stubborn. Dangerously so... The male snarled under his breath...
That's when the racket in the bushes gave everyone a heart condition.
Ha! He was the first to break the eye contact!
Alia crossed her arms triumphantly.
Azog paced the glade attempting to ignore Narzug mimicking his every step. The latter was just as, if not even more imposing than the onscreen version, much shorter than Azog he was still very bulky with his signature dreads reaching not his nape but the small of his back, kind of like the Predator. Minus the lizard skin. His hide actually seemed to be covered in mud peculiarly... A natural sunscreen of sorts?
Maybe he's got sensitive skin aww!
Her sarcasm never took a rest.
Now came the part she liked so much in the movie. The Pale Orc stood relentlessly still as if a Warg's four inch long canines so near his face was nothing out of the ordinary.
Damn sexy that confidence..!
You still think so after what he did?
Especially after what he did if you mean last night. A fiery blush spread her cheeks. Besides he sounds so... Alia paused the thought and inhaled. So hot speaking Westron...
We're not on the same page girlfriend...
"They're gathering at Dol Guldur." Bolg growled ominously. "The master summons you."
'I told you so' was on the tip of her tongue yet the inner reason clasped her mouth shut.
Even his pout looked scary.
Defiler's body language spoke thousands more words than he did.
Her sweater was now up two sizes from all the tugging it received. She was slung once again.
No gratitude what-so-freaking-ever! The human frowned. Yet the more pressing realization dawned. The Orc male inundated Dol Guldur and the pissy, bodiless dark lord lay very close ahead.
Her body once again jostled over the beast, to make matters worse her face was way too close to his knee and once in a while the temple thumped against the knee cap.
Great. More pain. And very likely much more to lay ahead. The body gave in to stress.
Her frame collapsing into a pile on the scabrous stones had awoken her. She was lifted to her feet like a boneless puppet and propped against the wall. The film left out Azog 'parking' his Warg downstairs first prior to going into the boss's office.
Alia scrambled along. What's worse then being left in the dingy, dark, bottomless pit with who knows what lurking in there ..!
Oh yes meeting Sauron...
That definitely could be worse... At least here the Wargy could protect you!
If she feels like it!
His hefty steps echoed the enormous space as Defiler took his time striding towards the crumbling drop. Alia hid behind one of the Snagas as Narzug's dragon breath scorched her neck.
Wonder what he thinks of bony humans..? The voice shuddered.
Yet somehow the males appeared to stay a distance from her. No one wanted to risk their hide...
That's unless the Defiler gives the green light.
The size, volume and presence of the Shadow was beyond terrifying. It seemed to suck the oxygen out of the air. Alia attempted to keep her teeth from chattering...
"...Death will come to all." The Black speech hiss emitted the mouthless blackness.
"Oh he means it alright."
Argh don't tell me you just said it out loud!
The words escaped as if having minds of their own. The human ducked behind the small Orc. Luckily the Shadow had already slinked further and hopefully out of earshot.
"Bolg!" The bellow caused her knees to wobble. "Do you still thirst for Dwarf bl..."
Mother of God that hard-headed, narrow sighted ass... Did he not hear what she so eloquently professed mere hours ago?
The female slinked from behind the wall of muscle and armor right in between the males.
What the fuck, do you have a death wish!?
I have to prove him wrong! She persisted to herself!
And avoid getting all those riders drowned... (Maybe.)
So righteous. What the hell do you care. Think of your own, now very much in danger, ass!
I have to... Have to prove it to him... She said almost out loud.
Azog snorted, his eyes widened yet this time she couldn't read his expression. Bolg on the other hand looked as if he's just been slapped with a sack of potatoes.
"Master...ssss..." The human felt as if her tongue had suddenly become leaded and adrenaline (that bastard) leaked away cowering, leaving only her and her downright terrified courage.
"Bo following the hairy-scum will bring him nowhere. Many will die at the hands of the... Woodland sprites..?"
Ehh... That didn't come out right!
" The Elvish filth!" She corrected herself fussily.
Did you just call him Bo?!
Alia looked up at the motionless, scarred and now very much pissed form of the second in command. He had lips and hair on the contrary to the movie Bolg yet still he'd make you pee your pants with that scowl.
''Bo' as in BOmb' He looks like he is about to blow! Bahahha!'
Alia knew she most probably was insane to do all this yet now another confirmation even her inner reason was bipolar...
Bolg's left arm began to lift in the opposite direction most probably getting ready to backhand the insolent, puny creature.
The rumble aback of her halted the Orc. Azog held the glare as his son seemingly attempted to burn through him with his one remaining eye.
The arm found its place back at the hip.
The inner reason looked up at Azog astonished.
"He..." Alia's finger gestured carefully behind the Pale Orc as she darted her gaze in the aforementioned direction cautiously.
"He meant it. Death will come to all. Including you two." Her teeth clutched her lips firmly. "We need a different plan!" Her voice rose a tad with budding excitement. "I have more to tell as well master." She now looked only to Azog dropping her stare immediately to show respect and obedience.
I like how you say 'we'. The voice snickered. You promoted yourself or something? Battle plan deviser?
And point number two in Surviving the Orcs: CONTINUE making yourself useful! (Preferably to their leader)
The master stood scowling. She's been right once. Grudgingly he admitted it if only to himself. Revenge clawed at his heart yet the weary brain shut the door and flipped the latch. He can think of it tomorrow. With a barely visible eye-roll Azog pushed past the two heading down the hallway.
Double WTF! He leaves you with his grumpy underlings and beyond fed up son...
Before anyone could react Alia slinked past Bo and Narzug to rush after the master.
There was a grunt behind her and a remark thundered. It evoked a group cackle. She didn't understand it, all but one word... Horngaz... Alia spun on her heel.
Staahp, don't say nothing! Noooo! Suddenly the reasonable, reason pleaded.
Alia opened her mouth.
Oh man... *facepalm*
"I ain't his pet!" She snapped astonishing both herself and her inner self. The woman attempted to focus her glare in the partial and very confusing darkness. Her limbs felt as if made of cotton.
"I choose to follow him." She pressed her lips sincerely hoping she did not radiate fear all over their nasal passages. "He needs me. You all do."
The human turned to head away but gazed back. "And maybe ask Yazneg what happens to ones going against me."
She spun and vanished.
The males stood dumbfounded.
Alia probably haven't ran as fast in her life attempting to leave the riders as far aback as possible, good thing she still heard Azog's hefty steps echoing the opposite end of the corridor.
Like he'd be much better...
Do you still think you're in the movie? What in the name of Lord was that? One of those heaps of muscle could probably kill you with just their breath and you there talking shit... The voice gasped.
Alia finally caught up with the Pale Orc clutching her chest.
"I-I'm coming with you..."
The growl was her answer.
Fuck this..! The reason flipped the table joining Alia's side.
"If you haven't realized yet you need me. And if one of your 'little', smelly fuckers touches me you WILL NOT know the rest!"
Don't cross your arms! Don't. Cross. Your. Arms! And don't pout! Arghh not again!
Azog scruffed the human haling her along and up the steps.
Fucker!
This seemed like a tower as the spiral steps went on and on. Her knees thumped a few steps, it hurt... She was tossed onto the floor. While the landing wasn't pleasant he could have thrown much harder. Alia leapt to her feet. His darkening glare kept her eloquent mouth shut. The human's attention diverted anyhow when she saw a mount of white push herself through the opening. The female smiled slowly extending her hand.
Snorting the large Orc spun to vacate the chamber.
x x x
There was a several pieces of hides spread and she burrowed in them attempting to ignore the array of scents... Was it Orc... male hormone..? Deep, strong scent... Pine needles, basil and moss... She wouldn't call it unpleasant but of an acquired taste if you put it that way. Yet still the glass-less windows did not prevent the bone-chilling winds from sneaking in. The giant pillow of fluff came back as she fell into a shiver.
And why the heck is she so nice... The human mused sleepily.
Keep you alive until you get some more meat on your bones?
Wonder where that meat's going to come from? Haven't had a bite since being delivered to the Defiler's front porch...
She drifted into slumber hoping tomorrow will greet her with breakfast. And it did greet her. But with something else. To be honest she wasn't quite sure it was as of yet tomorrow... The feeling of déjà vu flattered past as the muscle pressed against her thigh. She heard a faint clink of the prosthetic against the floor as his other arm...
Oh my...
The butterflies exploded fluttering in all the available directions. The warmth slipped down to brim in the pit of her stomach. Her legs were bare. Lips shook feverishly attempting to reign in whatever was to come after. His length slid in again at a very slow pace evoking a muted, raspy whimper. It was as if he was attempting to be careful... Or prolong the moment?
The brain doesn't work in situations like this...
Why does he...
He stayed there unmoving. His breathing became heavier...
The human pulled forth this time causing his fingers to dig into her stomach muscle as he retracted her back onto his manhood.
"Uhmm..." Her legs trembled, the inner walls contracted around him as if asking for something more...
Fully aware of what he's doing... Then not a sleep-hump it is lol
Uhmm whuh..?
So maybe it's like a thumb thing... The voice mused with the comical thoughtfulness. Except he used his... Wanna suck his 'thumb' doll? Muahahaha.
Too funny not to snicker. Yet her mind was entirely somewhere else.
What kind of torture is this?!
Why..?! The voice joined in the howling. Think he got some issues?
Don't think so... He's hard as a rock there... "Mmm..." She mewled again. Plus remember the morning...
Thinking about that induced the stronger muscle contraction as she shamelessly arched against the Orc. He felt good. Even if he didn't move... It was weird, hard to ignore (obviously) yet... Comfortable...
She was wrapped in his body welcoming the uneasy sleep once again that night.
x x x
The brain was rattled come morning. Why does he do that?
Isn't this like half way defiling? The voice chuckled.
Comfort? Claiming? Just plain old... But then still... While he did make his way fully inside her he didn't technically go all the way.
Ughh so hard to think... No food, no coffee, confused...
I know right why don't he just be upfront with it mhm? C'mere bby!' Not like you'd refuse! You drooled over him for how long now?
Alia flapped back onto the pelts. It was bright outside the window yet the clouds were beginning to move in. The clicking of claws on the rock resounded the cavernous chamber.
Babes is back! Yay! Should we start calling her Daisy? Or perhaps... *gulp* ask him what he calls her?
The massive wolf walked in. Even at that size she was impossibly graceful. The jaws unclasped setting free a sack, she pawed it towards the human.
Oh my word, she's like totally your babysitter now! The inner self went into a cooing mode. Who's a good Wargie?!
Meat! Or Lord thank you! The hunger pains were unbearable at that point. The woman extended a piece to the matriarch. The wolf had obviously eaten but accepted the gesture carefully clamping her mouth around the thin strip.
Ok what's next? The "Defiler" will show up soon I reckon... The voice emphasized the name hinting onto the nighttime 'warming sessions.'
The human rose approaching the window. There was quite a drop before it ended in a flat platform that once was some sort of a courtyard she imagined. The dried leaves and branches littered the space accompanied by the thick thorn vines. She could see a several cages just like in the film, except those were empty...
Oh my God! How could she have forgotten...! The cages! Gandalf!
The human spun nearly running into the Warg, she paused then a nervous smile crept up to her lips.
"I need to talk to... Master."
The matriarch was obviously bilingual. Without wasting time the beast trotted down the corridor.
And if all Orcs were as easy to deal with as this pretty baby!
Wait, just you wait! She brought you food, maybe she IS fattening you up..!
Alia shut down the nonsense of her inner musing. An unexpected visit was quite a higher priority.
Wait girl, let's think about it! What that will change..?
Will the council not show up if Gandalf won't be chained here? Sauron will not be thrown to Mordor... Where would he ends up instead..?
Her feverish musings were interrupted by the grave footsteps. He slung her over his shoulder proceeding downward ajog.
I resent this treatment! The reason frowned and despite its own advice pouted.
The fast paced descent after, he entered a different much narrow corridor. The air took on a smell of must, rotten foliage...
Oh my God, he's going to kill us!?
Why not just at the fortress? Does it make a difference..?
Maybe because your blood is unworthy to sprinkle those floors! Anyhow why are you so resigned?
The human was deposited under a tree roughly. She scrambled looking for any signs of her impending doom, but did he even need a weapon to kill her? Another echo of someone else's steps brought it's terrifying sound to her ears. Bolg entered the glade.
We're fucked! The reason shrilled.
The male paced snorting dejectedly as he lowered onto a moldering tree trunk. His weight send crackles up the shaft.
Great... Alia rolled her eyes and so did the inner reason.
"The wizard comes." She went straight to the point. "He will chant spells in order to remove the obscurity that envelopes the fortress." This time she stood up. "You must not reveal yourself."
He listened, that was good. "The members of the white council will rush to his aid if you imprison him..." Alia halted herself. Her gaze lifted to inspect Bolg cautiously, then it darted to Azog.
"He stays?" She gestured to the second in command. The silence was his 'yes'.
This means he will not send Lego to the nurses office at Laketown. The Elven army perhaps will take longer to arrive... What will that do again? The Dwarven reinforcements will be there first... But her entire goal was for the Orc army to entirely avoid battle...
Poor Gandalf... Both Alia and the voice cringed.
Overtaken by the idea she let herself a bold move of returning the Pale Orc's stare.
"Let him come. Speak as you were, confuse him." She began to pace fiddling her fingers.
"They will thwart the Shadow to Mordor. He will rise again but doesn't matter... You're no longer under his command." Alia'a teeth took a strong hold of her lip. "Let all think Orc army is en route. Perhaps Dwarves will engage Elves... And you, Master can decide what you wish to do after."
The female scratched her forehead and huffed. "I would advice against. Sauron doesn't give a rat's ass about the two of you. Both of you will die if engaged in battle." She gazed down weighed by this monologue.
Promoted yourself to an advisor now I see!
Her answer was a beyond livid growl emitted by Bolg.
"You, Bo...lg, watch out for Legolas and his daggers if I haven't time to tell you the rest." Alia darted him an almost stern glare. "And you, Azog." She let it slip to mouth his name. "You seek revenge. Yet it will only bring death onto you. The runt's blade will pierce through your heart. Let greed rot his soul instead. Let it be. Please," She added. As if that would aid the matter in any way. "The Dwarves must be at the foothills by now..."
Who does she think she is speaking to him in that manner, speaking to him at all? Azog strode forth towering over the female. He came so close her hitched breathing warmed his chest. She talked back to everyone. Even though Yazneg had it coming. He sneered internally. Brings spoils then attempts to take them back...
There were notes of fear in her scent, they fluttered like small bugs... And then the same scent she washed him over with at Weathertop... Human females are strange. That still does not offer a palliation for the fact how she spoke. The creature was at his feet the first night yet got bolder by the minute... The words leaving her lips must bring great confidence, she must be speaking the truth. Why doesn't she cry and yelp and beg for an easy death? The Orc lifted the human against the tree yet he didn't slam her, simply watched, his lips in a tight line as if she was a rare animal he'd succeeded in capturing. All at once a reverberating growl tore his chest. This was a full on display of who he was. She could have counted all his teeth at that moment. And yes they were all knife-edged. The female squinted momentarily fully expecting to see her own blood dripping from those canines...
She didn't...
Alia looked up simply. The only thing she had to lose, her life. And whatever it was in her blood that forced her to stare back, she wouldn't go out a coward. Not some little mouse the Orc King squashed. She kept the scorching stare. His eyes were the bluest she'd ever seen...
Oh here you go again reign in those damn flies would ye woman?!
A grin alit his grim features.
Azog spun to face his son.
"Greet sharuku." The male pursed his lips just a tad as a plan was beginning to shape in his mind.
Black Speech:
Horngaz - Pet
Sharuku - Old man