Hello Dearies!
I told y'all that I would give you a bonus chapter because today is my birthday!
Just so you know, this chapter contains some mature content in the form of torture.
If that's not your thing then you can skip this chapter.
I promise, it's nothing too bad.
I had a great birthday!
My mom got me a LOTR puzzle game that's played in teams.
My brother, who I based Tosur on, gave me a Doctor Who T.A.R.D.I.S. blanket.
And my dad gave me a Bear Grylls Gerber Knife (I was complaining the other day that I didn't have a knife besides my huge hunting knife that I inherited from my papa.)
Also, I basically got a job!
Hope everyone has a wonderful week!
~ Rachel
P.S. Sorry this chapter is shorter.
Unbeknownst to Thorin, the woman he had just been thinking of was in turn praying at that very moment for the company's safety as they passed through Mirkwood. Eärwen looked around her at the dreary cave and sighed. It had been awhile since she had seen Azog and she was thankful for his absence. She submerged under the water of her watery prison and used the rocks at the bottom to try to break the chain that bound her wrist. She damaged the thick chain little and emerged to find Azog once again waiting for her.
Azog stood a few feet away from the pool and studied the nymph in his possession. Her light auburn hair was short and rested on her shoulders. He had been informed by the goblins that brought the two females to him that the great goblin had cut her hair and sent the braid back to Rivendell. His orcs had told him that the gift had indeed reached Rivendell and many in the elven home had been distraught. They also told him that a group of elves had set out at once in hopes of rescuing the woman.
The nymph's scales were a sky blue that reached up to her waist. Her entire body glistened with tiny clear scales that protected her. They seemed to shine like jewels if the light hit her at the right angle. He had noticed that her hair had been two colors until they placed her in the water when it immediately changed to completely auburn. Her sapphire eyes had also changed so that they sparkled with silver while she was in her natural form.
As he studied Eärwen, he brought a hand up and motioned for three orcs to come forward. Eärwen watched the new orcs appear and backed away to the far side of the pool. One orc handed something dark to Azog and yanked her chain. Once she was within reach, another orc grabbed her arms and pulled her from the water. He pinned her face down to the stone with his mass while the other two fought to control her powerful tail. Eärwen fought to keep the orcs off her, but stilled when Azog knelt beside her face. In his hands was a pair of pliers.
Azog sneered at the uncertainty he saw in Eärwen's eyes. "Tell me," he began calmly, "where is the dwarf scum going?"
Eärwen refused to answer and turned her head away from him. Azog chuckled menacingly at this and said, "You can save yourself the pain if you answer my question."
Eärwen turned back to the orc and jerked toward him. Her head collided with his and he fell backward. One thing that Eärwen had learned about her natural form was that it was incredibly strong due to the fact that it was meant to have thousands of pounds of water surrounding it.
Azog jerked back up and grabbed Eärwen by the throat. "You were warned," he hissed before shoving her into the ground. He moved slightly and turned the face her lower half. With the pliers, he grabbed the large scales around her hips and lifted them up. Eärwen hissed at the sharp pain of her scales being raised but refused to make another sound. Azog's eyes narrowed and he pushed his hook into the now exposed flesh. He twisted the metal farther into the wound until Eärwen let out a scream of pain. He pulled his hook out and shifted to meet her eyes.
"You can make it stop," he said as he waved his now bloody hook in her face. "All you have to do is tell me what I want to know."
His words were met once again with silence and he repeated the process. The torture went on for almost two hours until Thorin pushed Eärwen back into the pool and left with his orcs. Eärwen let the cool water was over her and ease the pain in her lower body. She was shocked when a tingling sensation ran the length of her body and the pain went away. She raised her tail out of the water and was astonished to find that the wounds were gone. Somehow, the water had healed her. She smiled and sent up a prayer of thanks. She would be able to withstand the torture if the water was indeed healing her.
Day after day continued in like manner. Azog would come and find her wounds healed. He would torture her and ask the same questions, but he was always met with silence. As the days passed, the torture began to grow worse due to the fact that Azog found that he could simply return the next day to fresh skin to torture without fear of Eärwen's wounds killing her. She was fed every three days just enough to keep her alive. Most times, it was a raw fish that was thrown into the pool for her to eat. Other days it was a portion of moldy bread, but through all this, Eärwen never once betrayed the company.