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Chapter Three
'With Orcs you dress like one'
'Der Meister' by Rammstein
She was alone with him once again. Thank goodness it wasn't dark... She always was at a major disadvantage, now she had sight at least...
It had just occurred to Alina that she has spoken so much in a few minutes meanwhile all he was, - either rumble or eerie silence. Somehow she felt the tears prickle within.
Hormones darling?
"Tell more."
This wasn't a question. She was beginning to think that was his normal tone.
"If nothing changes depending on your actions the dragon will be killed, the battle will start of great but then the Eagles and the Bear will show up. The Durins will be dead but so will you and Bolg." Her chest released a lengthy sigh. "His rusty haired cousin will be king and I don't see it as much better. Meanwhile about sixty years from now Sauron recruits Mordor Orcs to help his 'new' plan. He truly doesn't give a shit. You all are expendable...
How is he helping you again? Does he own Dol Guldur and rent it to you..?" The human blinked hard and lowered her head, it seemed as if all the problems in this foreign world had just rested on her shoulders.
"I think your bloodline should not be ended by the stubborn and foolish revenge... I said my part." She leaned back onto the trunk staring in resignation into the mirk of the tree mass.
The Warg entered the clearing.
She was beginning to think they communicate by the means of telepathy.
And why does he make her carry everything?
The Matriarch brought an object, she rested it down and plopped onto the ground next to it. Sometimes there was something almost playful about her. As if she'd forgotten her royal duties and was once again just a puppy.
Sometimes the oddest things are the most useful ones... Azog's narrowed a barely noticeable degree. She had an idea, the even bigger element of surprise...
He was confident, arrogant at times. The threat of death only seemed to exist on her lips not hang over him in reality... Had any great warrior ever eluded battle for the threat of dying?
Azog kicked the packet to Alia's feet.
"With Orcs, you dress like one." He looked almost disgusted for having to pronounce the words in enemy's tongue once again.
She blinked and unwrapped the small bundle.
The garb appeared to be of the right size... Do they have a freaking full-time tailor here?
Could only hope it hasn't been worn... The reason cringed. But the most important fact was the actual fact that it was a loin cloth, longer one give it that, but still a freaking hip cover!
Sexy! *smirk*
And some leather top with a fluffy vest to go over it.
How cool! But we're keeping the bra on right?
Ughh...
Stop whining! You're in Middle Earth about to put on some authentic Orc clothing! Besides if you refused you'll probably be chopped into pieces. It's a sign of disrespect to not wear it, he probably expects you to be kissing his boots by now!
The human clutched the outfit.
"Thank you... Master..." Alia managed a shaky nod. She pulled off her sweater half way then froze realizing her mistake.
"I'll be right back." She spun to head into the trees, halted in her tracks by a throaty grunt, she paused.
Seriously? But what could you have expected from the 'Defiler' though? Ahahahaha. Or perhaps just simple concern of you getting lost in the bushes. The reason grinned slyly.
You have to stop with these jokes..!
And why weren't her clothes good enough...
The male approached offhandedly yanking up the knitted fabric. And then she remembered what exactly she was wearing... Alia cringed but the inner psycho continued grinning.
It's getting interesting..!
The Orc's face was painted in curious suspicion as he examined what was supposed to be his image. He pursed his lips and snorted in an almost comical fashion and she couldn't help but stare down as the color of her cheeks swiftly morphed into the brightest red. The finger extended as he traced the scarlet letters... Azog cocked his head, there was that look in his eyes, the darkness drew from within canceling the light yet there was also that tiny spark of mischief. This sharlob was by far the strangest he'd ever encountered...
Alia spun immediately when he retracted his finger, awkwardly tugging her jeans off. She didn't have time to wonder what he thought. In all that emotional turmoil she failed to notice that her undies were missing...
Must have left them at Weathertop that bastard... Ugh!
Since when are you this shy?
Not everyday you get an Orc King staring at your behind!
He did. The corner of her eye confirmed it.
The garb, as she predicted, was a perfect fit.
Hugs to the Orc seamstress whoever he/she is! Now you just need a spear and battle paint!
She faced him again to see a little quirk on his lips.
Laughing is he that fucker!?
The satisfaction and the near amusement of seeing someone that could have as well been with the other side basically defect to his own. The weird human clarvoyant was an advantage.
Goose-bumps rushed in waves up her legs. This will definitely be peculiar.
The Warg grunted urging the pair.
x x x
That night devising battle plans was way more paramount than warming up the 'third leg.'
Gives a sexy outfit and then leaves, hmm. The inner self crossed her arms.
Alia awoke to the footsteps rushing up the spiral steps. They were much lighter... The human leapt to her feet, somehow even the Wargie was absent... Before she could come to her full senses she was scooped up and carried out promptly. The light of the Moon cast its silvery ray onto a smooth cheek of an Elf.
"Let go!" The female shrilled. "Stop... Who are you..?!"
"Mithrandir's request my lady... Forgive me." His gloved hand brushed under her nose. The confusion lasted a split second... She slipped into unconsciousness.
x x x
What she awoke in was far from Orcish. Stone walls, cobwebs, tattered rags...
How the he...
Dale... No...
Gandalf! The inner voice collapsed with a wail. No, no, no...! Now how will she..? How long was she out?
A bearded dude showed up staring at her without concealing the cocktail of confusion, disgust and fear. He shoved her out without saying a word.
Oh hey... Very polite...
Sans any ceremonials she was pushed into the large pumpkin color tent.
If the circumstances would differ she might have been very excited.
He spun... So very regally, elegantly...
Alina was faced with the King of Elves.
He appeared taller. The greenest envy inducing silky locks shone alike a halo around his blemish free face, the stare basically alighted her with 'Kneel you peasant.'
The Elven King paused as his perfectly shaped brows twitched while he surveyed the leather clad female.
From the other side Gandalf stared with the greatest disapproval at her 'inappropriate' attire.
Oh hey and Bard was quite cute. He newly hatched leader's face was hard to read.
Well at least he doesn't radiate hate...
"Give her your robes." Perhaps all Elves are born with voices alike the forest brook flowing over the smoothest rocks. His was also deep and powerful.
Like a well oiled mechanism one of the guards unclasped his cloak genuflecting to present it to the female. Alia blushed accepting the cloth.
Assured steps thumped the ground, who entered but the Elven Prince. *Shudder*
Great...
And he wasn't patient, or could wait alike his procreator.
"Tell us what you know." His flawless, pallor jawbones lifted as he tensed halting with fists balled at his sides.
Oh thanks... Mithrandir! The inner self glowered at Gandalf. He blubbered everything to the Dale's royal committee.
Alia crossed her arms.
Oh hold on, so this means he did not ride to Gundabad... But also because of her hopefully Azog did change his mind and Bo isn't riding there either...
"Speak." Legolas's lips twitched in disgust examining her legs.
High standards he's got doesn't he? *pout*
"Tell you what?" The human parried.
"You can start by how you got this... Attire." The Elf didn't let up.
Sassy, sassy aren't we?!
"A gift. From my... Brother in law."
"A relative that consorts with Orcs." Thranduil's part was more of a statement than a question. "Mithrandir informed me of your extensive knowledge."
"You weren't harmed by the filth." Legolas took the interrogation up a notch.
"Maybe he liked me." She smirked sarcastically totally unfazed by the laser-blue glare. The Elven Prince wasn't particularly her type. Even though the mere existence of these char... People, was awe inspiring! His attitude though needed checking!
Her words were a jest but they evoked many cringes. Except Bard, she still couldn't read him.
"That black-blooded filth cares for no creature..." Lego began infuriated.
"Yeah the only race in Middle Earth that's born heartless. Genius Legolas." The human dismissed.
Definitely no romantic connection here huh...
He was about to retort but halted frowning at her knowledge of his name. She was quite informed, Greenleaf thought with a frown.
"I'll tell you, Thranduil," The female suddenly began. "Getting the white gems back aren't worth the lives of your kin. Oakenshield will not let up, however, you will have an advantage. He has a surprise of his own, the Iron Hill army is approaching... And Dain..." She sighed. "Totally confused butthead who still believes that you should have thrown yourself at Smaug when he first showed up at the mountain..."Alia totally gave away Thorin's secret.
The Elven King's aqua-blue orbs shimmered, their stare softened just a bit.
Someone peeked into the tent hiding behind one of the flaps. The small figure tip-toed in cautiously.
"Bilbo!" The human leaped.
Thank you Jesus or whatever powers rule this land for this timely distraction. She did not know what methods Elves could resort to for finding out the truth or well, more of it.
"Alia... Y-you are alive!" Mr Baggins smiled unsurely. "The Orcs... They..."
"Something like that." The human hugged the burglar to prevent any further inquiries.
"So this is the Halfling that stole the keys from right underneath my guards' noses." Thranduil switched his attention to the Hobbit.
Bilbo blushed and fiddled with his vest pockets. "He is..." He looked to Gandalf chewing his bottom lip.
x x x
She was transported to the same compact stone structure, which resembled a guard's booth or a Middle Ages kiosk of some sort. Fun. The big day was approaching and she was stuck here unable to keep picking at Azog's head about not showing up for it.
What is preventing you from an escape? The inner voice had perked up.
Uhmm sentries... Besides how the heck I am to find him!?
Don't give up Alina, get some fresh air! You never know, the place is big and you're just a little human...
The only human dressed as an Orc with an Elven guard's cloak...
Alia inhaled deeply heading towards the door.
x x x
He loathed when something he possessed, something he owned was taken... Stolen. What's the point of spoils you don't get to play with? An animalistic rumble seeped through his teeth. The crumbling, rotten structure now reeked of Golug's tart blood. However she'd revealed a lot. Perhaps that was enough. Better without a weak one tagging along. She most likely saw the opportunity to escape... The commander's forehead creased as he lowered heavily beside his beast.
x x x
Gandalf rested on a folding chair, both of his hands laid on his knees he looked to Thranduil as the latter poured wine into a chalice.
'What are we doing with the spy?' The King's son took an opportunity once again as Thranduil spun.
The procreator pressed his lips, his offspring was eager yet he didn't want to worry about that. She couldn't cause any trouble imprisoned, he wasn't sure if she could cause any trouble at all.
A guard came in relating something in Elvish he mentioned Tauriel and Legolas skipped out the tent promptly. The ruler of the realm strode slowly to a wooden seat draped with a silk throw. A thought left an impression on his pallor features.
'Hmmm.' Istari coughed as if reading Thranduil's facial expressions was his sole occupation. 'You think?' He addressed the Elf darting a glance towards Bard. The human snapped out of his momentary distraction and straightened. Many of things were on his mind.
'To the question of my son...' Oropherion began. 'What are your thoughts?' The aquamarine gaze was directed at the Bowman.
Bard narrowed his eyes. 'Keep her imprisoned until...' Gandalf coughed again drawing human's attention onto him.
'But even then... A lonely human girl...' He stood hands clasped behind his back and began to pace slowly as if to aid the thought process. Thranduil widened his eyes at Gandalf just a tiny noticeable little bit.
The wizard coughed again and halted, the words came out quick as he attempted to avoid an uncomfortable pause yet it came regardless.
'You are a man of newly acquired position and your children need superv... Love and affection of a female... Especially the little one...'
He couldn't finish. The new leader of the fallen Laketown and the resurrected Dale stood abruptly. To him, it happened as if yesterday he lost his... His wife, the mother of his children... His only love...
Bard recalled the girl brought into the tent... She looked like a girl though there was something in her eyes that spoke of endured... Her wearing Orc male hunter attire was the oddest to him. No human female in their right mind would dress oneself as such even if a victor in a battle with the beast. One better of unclothed... She spoke funny too, an accent he couldn't put a finger on... Bowman's protective, selfless nature rose inside to declare she needed aid and protection yet the cautious side whispered she isn't to be trusted.
'You want me to take the lass as my wife?' He stressed the last word. And as if that word, that basically both Gandalf and Thranduil attempted to hint on (to well get rid of the 'spy girl' worry) was spoken too bluntly both froze with wine goblets next to their mouths.
'Well... Yes.' The Istari admitted for them both. The Bowman's stare fell, the cheekbones lifted under his skin, he was lost in his thoughts again...
x x x
That night she didn't go far. Didn't really go anywhere... The bars were wrought iron and the door padlocked...
As usual the movies skipped a major chunk of time. The royal committee did not ride to the gates of the Mountain in the morning, they, somehow decided just to chill. Bilbo obviously sneaked back into the fortress. She wondered what they waited for. They had the stone..? Right? She was escorted out the tent prior of Bilbo's commencing his speech but...
Alia chewed on her lip. The night was approaching and the ever present feeling of restlessness was beginning to drive her insane.
Time to go. She is sitting here idle. Yet the small racket outside prevented any progress.
'H-hheello there spy-maiden...' One of the guards stammered. 'We've got news for you!' Another sentry passing by halted nudging the drunk. 'You got lucky spy.' Alina frowned. 'You're to be married off tomorrow!' The bearded male grinned and swayed. 'Here' He tossed her a clay jug. 'Cel-ll-lebrate...' The man waddled off, she pressed her face to the bars repeating the question yet he ignored her.
'To whom..?' The girl whispered under her breath this time... What did the old man cook up this time... Marriage? The human's teeth held her lip as she began to pace. The nervous movements were halted by piece of pottery. Alina lifted the vessel unscrewing the cork.
x x x
It's as if that weird tasting liquor gave her courage (And the skills!) She managed to unwind one of the bars from its base so she was able to slink out the only window. Finally... Free!
Better stay quiet or you won't be free for long!
The night was not brisk... It was beyond freezing! The bone chilling winds crept beneath her cloak immediately sinking their frigid teeth into her skin. The bearded dude at the next kiosk was dozing.
There must be a tear in the wall! This place was attacked by the dragon for goodness sake!
The human reached the outer fortification without major incidents. She had to borrow into the rotten foliage and flatten herself against building walls a few times but men do not have the same sense of smell... If she's not seen by the eyes she's not seen at all.
Goosebumps now littered her legs, teeth began to chatter. She followed the wall searching for wafts of winds trickling between the rocks. A sudden gust rushed up her thighs, Alia dropped to the ground. A few rocks were missing. She dag like a dog still scratching her head why in the world she's doing this. The semi-frozen ground numbened her fingers.
Perhaps because soon Dale'll turn then into battleground number two? Besides you miss him I know you. The reason smirked. Even though you'd eventual fate would probably be flaying. Or... Ar you getting cold feet? Haha! Could have given that husband a chance first you don't even know who... Alina put an abrupt end to the inner nonsense.
Finally the opening was large enough to attempt a slink through. Her body compressed into the dirt wiggling its way through as carefully but as fast as possible. Her head finally popped on the other size feverishly inhaling the brisk air, at that moment both of her legs were yanked backwards. The tall, scrawny male slapped her across the face.
Apparently loathes the babysitter duties...
The slap did not even register that's how numb she was. The guard proceeded hauling her back to her kiosk. A half way in the man suddenly doubled in a coughing fit, seconds after he collapsed rid of any movement. Alina stood perplexed. After a few confusion filled moments she thumped the body with the tip of her boot. Then stronger. The movement caused a wider trickle of blood to escape the tear in the throat.
Fuck... The reason transfixed in terror.
What did she freaking miss? There is a throat slashing ghost lurking in Dale's darkness? An arcane figure began materializing out the gloom. As she spun to flee the assailant was much faster encasing her small frame in his constricting grasp. She thrashed and fought violently, the fear seeped down her veins freezing her blood. The figure's breath scorched her neck, he was powerful, silent, yet purposeful... She gulped as a strong shudder traversed her frame, the screams refused to leave her chest... The fingers around her neck sank into her flesh...
x x x
The female awoke staring at the cloudless, bottomless night sky littered with the brightest of stars. She twitched and struggled realizing that the grasp of someone's limb was still around her. A hoarse scream finally propelled itself out her chest. She was pulled up dazed, shaken. Next a blurred outline of the fire entered her circle of vision, the sky was replaced with the swaying branches of large trees. Her eyes focused onto the scarred features. Alia's mouth fell open. Azog's fingers came around her arm like a vice. It's as if his voice rang in her head, she knew what he wondered. Her breath hitched, his stare was scorching to the deepest parts of her soul.
"Sharuku suspected me. Revealed his suspicions to the Elven King. I haven't told anything, master." The human's gaze plummeted. "They do not know of Bolg's Gundabad division. My hopes are the Humans and Elves will be distracted enough by the Dwarvish filth... Have you reconsidered?"
And here again you talk as if you're almost his equal... Sober the fuck up!
The Orc male began to circle her.
Alia shook her head to focus. "I speak the truth, master. I was loyal." She stood hands slack by her sides.
And here she was, again, at his mercy. A cruel, merciless light radiated his eyes. The fingers clenched together into a fist. Why did he come to get her then? Simply to check if she'd told? What was the point really then...
Nothing but to kill her...
How can she possibly convince the most stubborn of creatures..?
The human knelt with great reluctance balling her own fists. Yet her life depended on his whim.
"I serve you, master." Her jaws was set into a tight line.
He halted, the prong arm lifted pressing underneath her chin. He didn't draw blood but any further movement would no doubt. The Orc made a sound in his throat. It was followed by a low rumble, something alike a predator when he spots the unsuspecting prey. The Defiler began circling her again and she didn't dare move...
Black Speech:
Sharlob - Human woman
Golug - Elf
Sharuku - Old man