III. I've put my trust in you/Pushed as far as I can go/For all this/There's only one thing you should know/I tried so hard

He woke the next morn to find that his leg had healed, leaving tender jagged flesh, and he grabbed his mace and left. It crossed his mind to follow her, to take her, but he did not know the size of her village nor did he have the strength to fight however many men were there. And so he left. It took him many days to return to his band of orcs, and it would have taken days longer had a scout not found him.

The orcs had thought him dead. Some tittered with excitement when he returned, others moved warily out of his way as he walked to the orc who had taken his place. Azog had walked up to him and stared down at the orc with hard eyes, and then crushed his head in his hands. And that settled it, Azog retook his place as their leader. And the first thing he did, a week after he had left his spot at the tree, was to pillage a place of men.

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He smiled cruelly as he watched the people run, hearing their screams of terror. The men they slaughtered, the woman they raped then slaughtered. Azog had taken a woman, imaging it was the girl beneath him, though her screams had frustrated him for the girl wouldn't have screamed – at least not in his mind, she was perfectly willing. He'd slammed the woman's head against a rock before grabbing his mace and swung it at a child.

Houses were burning, people were screaming, the smell of blood was in the air; he laughed darkly as he passed a barn hearing a woman's screams and a few orcs laughing. He stopped when he smelled something, something he shouldn't have. He sniffed the air and looked down to see a small piece of blue fabric caught in a bush, and he brought it to his nose.

All mirth left him the moment he recognized the scent, and rage boiled in his blood when heard the shrill scream. It was so clear now that it was hers he didn't know how he had missed it before. And it was even clearer when he stepped into the barn, her smell was everywhere.

There were two orc kneeling beside her, laughing and sneering as they held her arms with one hand and squeezed and pinched her breasts with another. The third orc was between her legs, spreading them around him even though she tried to keep them closed. The sound of her sobs further ignited his rage.

"Leave her," he ordered roughly, startling the three.

"I found her, she's mine," the orc between her legs said – and it was true, a woman belonged to the orc who found her, and he may share her after he had finished with her. But Azog had found her days ago, or rather she had found him.

She had stopped crying, had stopped screaming; she'd stilled when she heard his voice and saw his pale face. Beyond all conscious thought, beyond all sanity, she knew he would not let them hurt her. She didn't understand any of what they said but she could hear and see the fury in the pale orc. And she was startled, not surprised, when he grabbed the orc kneeling over her and threw him against the wall breaking his neck.

The other two orcs released her immediately, staring up at Azog in fear. "She is mine," he growled sending them scurrying away. He stared down at her, her dress pulled down exposing her breasts and her skirt pulled up to expose the rest of her. He wanted her, her soft flesh too alluring, her sweet pretty face staring up at him fearfully as she waited for what he would do.

She figured he would rape her, but she didn't know what he do after – the sounds of screams echoed all around her from people she knew. She had screamed when the orcs burst through the doors of her father's house, had screamed when they made her father swallow a sword, she had run as quickly as she could away and screamed when they caught her and threw her onto the ground of an old barn, and she had screamed and cried as they made to rape her. She didn't have any screams left, her throat was raw and her heart was heavy. So when he reached down grabbing her and yanked her to her feet she did nothing more than gasp surprised and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Cover yourself," he told her, his eyes struggling to leave her round breasts. He could tell from her furrowed brows she did not know what he'd said, he growled in frustration before grabbing the front of her dress and pulling it over her breasts. It fell back down exposing them once more, but she understood that he wanted her to fix her dress.

She pulled her arm through a sleeve and stilled when she felt his hand on her. Her breasts were sore from the way the two orcs had abused them, but his touch was soft. She felt her breathing deepen and the panic grow in her when he grabbed the skirt of her dress and pulled it to her hip. She let out a strangled "no," before backing away. He snarled as he reached for her again but she evaded him, and pulled her other arm through her sleeve completely covering herself.

He stared down at her heaving, wanting nothing more than to force her to the ground – but he couldn't, not when all he could think of when he looked at her was how she had helped him. And damn him if he didn't hate her for that. He growled darkly before grabbing her arm and pulling her roughly after him; he'd kill her, if he couldn't have her then he'd kill her.

When they stepped out of the barn they were confronted with the sight of four orcs holding a man in the air by his limbs, his screams growing louder the more they pulled. Azog looked down when he heard her gasp to see the horror on her face and the tears in her eyes, and he may have laughed if she hadn't covered her face with her hands and turned to him – her tears warm against his chest from where she pressed against him.

She was so small compared to him, tiny even, the top of her head barely reached his chest. Unsure what it was he felt as her body shook against him, he grabbed her arm and walked past the man. She did not turn around to see what caused his screams to abruptly stop, she didn't have to she knew he was dead. The further he took her the more destruction there was, more dead bodies or screaming women. She stared helplessly at many girls she had grown up with who were now being violated as they cried, wishing there was something she could do other than pass by them. But there was nothing, even she knew she was living on borrowed time – for though the pale orc had yet to turn on her, she knew it was coming and she was afraid.

He didn't feel her resisting until she saw the wargs, and then she stopped walking and dug her heels into the ground. It did nothing for her, he simply pulled on her; her strength was nothing to him, as though she were a child. He held her arm loosely as he spoke with an orc, telling him to prepare the others to leave. He looked down when she pressed against him, feeling her small hands holding onto him. Orcs were smiling at her cruelly, stepping closer to her. "You will not touch her," he yelled making them recoil. He glared at the orcs around him, his eyes blazing, and he growled threateningly at them.

Her resistance was nothing more than an irritation and he eventually wrapped his around her and lifted her feet off the ground so she could do nothing. He mounted his warg, which was almost as dark as he was pale, and held her against his chest as he spurred it forward.

She had stopped fighting, there was no point her home was destroyed and her people dead. And even if she did escape his grasp she would not get far, and then he would kill her. What scared her more than anything was not knowing what he would do to her, how much pain he would inflict upon her – and so she stilled, not daring to object or scream or cry. It was not until she sat in front of him on the warg, a terrifying beast with wild eyes, that she let her tears fall silently; knowing there was no hope for her.

So I'm straying into darker territory, but I don't think I'm to M yet. I think M will come with more sexual stuff, so I'll let you know when I make that change. Also two things; 1. this isn't the Azog we see in the movie, and in this story I'm going to explain why he's so awful and cruel in the hobbit. But even though he's not that bad, he's still not gonna be good. 2. At this point in time he doesn't have his white warg, and I will bring the white warg up later (actually possibly soon), but it is coming. Thank you all again for the reviews and the follows and favorites. You guys really do make my day, so thanks.