Saya-Onee-Sama: thank you very much. I wouldn't mind writing his reaction to it, however he will be very mean and very dark.

Bella: thank you so much. I've really come to love writing them, and this chapter really just hurt. And thank you, I'm glad you like the idea. He would be very deep, and he would be conflicted and sad and angry - only that would come across to the OC as pretty much a monster cause he's really orcish, like he puts Azog to shame.

xxxii. In a little while I'll be gone/The moment's already passed, it's gone/I'm not here, this isn't happening/I'm not here, I'm not here

Many months later

Azog held Calla to his chest, his heart beating furiously after laying with her, staring up at the stars as feelings he had never felt before swirled around him; happiness, contentment, love, joy, peace. "What are you thinking about?" she asked him softly, her head over his heart and a hand curled beneath her chin.

"You," he answered making her smile.

She took a deep, tired, breath as he ran his along her spine. "What about me?" she asked, for things were never as simple as they sounded with him.

"Love," he whispered, pulling her tighter against him as though his heart knew their time was running short. For several weeks now he felt strange looking at her, his chest would constrict, a sense of panic as light and faint as it was would devour him, and he would need her pressed against him before he could breathe again. But for the time being he allowed comfort to settle in his heart, holding her before they fell asleep, the thousands of stars above them watching them and keeping them safe. His ease only grew when she moved to kiss him before settling back down against him; neither of them knowing in only a few short hours all would destroyed.

...

An hour before dawn Azog was woken by one of his scouts. "What did you see?" Azog asked moving out from underneath Calla, who only curled herself up to stay warm.

"Dwarves," the scout answered almost shrilly, the panic evident in his voice. "An army."

Ice swam in Azog's veins, it having been a long while since he'd delt with dwarves, let alone an army of them. They were small, easy to kill, but they were strong fighters and when there were many of them they were more than often victorious in their battles; and Azog's pack could not withstand an army of dwarves.

"What is it?" Calla asked sitting up when Azog shook her, now knowing something was wrong.

He looked down at her lovely face, his eyes soaking in every bit of her skin as though he may never see her again. "We are leaving, and we must be quick," he urged, his words bringing her into awareness and he pulled her to her feet. "Take nothing," he told her quickly, the same as he'd bid all the others.

She looked at him with wide eyes, knowing something was horribly wrong if they were leaving all their stock behind. But she complied immediately and mounted Daisy before guiding her to Azog's side. "Will we be alright?" she asked him softly, fear clutching her heart and making her spine tremble though she did not show it.

He had not have an answer for her, he wanted to tell her yes, he wanted to assure her in only a few moments they would be safe again; but he couldn't, for he did not know. "Let nothing slow you," he told his orcs, all atop wargs ready to follow him. "We must make haste to our trees. Move out." And with that Azog urged his warg forward and the others all followed suit, racing toward a clear horizon.

The dwarves, however, were clever in their plan of attack, splitting their numbers two ways so that they could take the orcs from the front and the rear. The orcs did not realize this until it was too late, arrows flying and taking down both orc and warg alike. Azog turned his warg and Daisy moved to the left to get out of the way as she ran. Azog continued doing this, hearding Calla away from the line of arrows as they charged toward the dwarves.

Orc met dwarf, warg met ax, arrow met flesh. Calla had never seen a battle, none such as this where they were so out numbered there was no question they would all fall. What Calla did not know was why, the dwarves had specifically come looking for the orcs, that much was obvious; but she could not find why. She saw in Azog's wild eyes the fear that was rooted in her heart, and it only frightened her more. The more he pushed her left the more she realized he may leave his orcs and simply take her where she would be safe; only that was not to be. Azog saw the dwarf aim his bow and he raised his mace and took him out, drawing attention to not only himself but also to Calla, who on a warg wearing a pelt looked very much a light skinned orc.

Daisy stumbled when the arrow lodged in her left flank but she continued running, taking a dwarf with her teeth and throwing him aside. She did not turn at Azog's roar, not as Calla did, it did not set a panic and a fear in her heart; all Daisy wanted was to get Calla somewhere safe, to get herself somewhere safe. But Calla, hearing Azog's cry as he was thrown from his warg and then assaulted by dwarves, nearly ripped Daisy's fur out to get her to turn back. Upon turning Calla saw Bolg rushing for his father, his club raised as he charged into the swarm of dwarves. Yazneg was not far behind him, as several other orcs who had not been stopped already ran to their leader. She saw then to Azog's fifty orc there were a hundred dwarves, though many of them had fallen already as had almost half of Azog's pack. She knew what she had to do, the surest way to keep both herself and Azog alive, and she jumped down from Daisy and pushed her toward the dwarves, aiming an arrow and killing a dwarf about to his stab Azog.

...

Thror had felt fear grip his heart at seeing the large pale orc swing his mace, taking several dwarves out. But where they fell more dwarves rushed in, overtaking the large orc. Victory seemed to be in sight, the orcs now drawn together fighting wildly to stay alive, but the dwarves were winning; more prepared, the orcs having been taken by surprise. Life swelled in Thror's still young heart, seeing they had killed all but twenty orcs and victory was now close at hand.

He nearly fell from the shock at the arrow passing so close to his head, sticking between the dwarf in front of him's eyes. The sound of metal clinging together sounded as Thror blocked an orc's strike, and if not for another dwarf he surely would have had his head taken. And then another arrow came and felled the dwarf in front of him, nearly taking his own life with it. He turned with a vengeance and raced to the orc by the white warg, holding his ax before him to strike. He thanked Mahal the orc was too intent on it's large pale leader to take notice, though he was not so lucky with the warg - who was shrouding the orc from view. He narrowly missed his arm being taken by the warg as he swung his ax, imbedding it in the warg's side bringing it down screaming in pain. Not missing a beat, Thror grabbed the daggar he kept on his belt and turned impaling the orc in the chest with it. Thror held the dagger there, nearly twisting as the orc gasped and choked as it tried to breathe. It was not an orc Thror was faced with, it was not the dark murderous eyes of an orc he stared into; they were blue, as dark as the sky before dawn, and the face that stared at him in pained shock was that of a pretty woman - the one he had gathered an army to save.

Thror didn't understand, she had been holding a bow and killing dwarves; this could not be the woman his uncle's wife wished to save. But he knew it was, with her dark hair and her beautiful blue eyes, and her sweet face with the small mark beneath the corner of her mouth. He gently lowered her to the ground, hearing as she still tried to breathe, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth as she coughed. He hadn't meant for this, he had wished to save her but never had they thought she would be wearing a pelt as an orc, nor had they thought she would fight with the orcs.

"Fall back!" he bellowed, no sense now to let more of their men die. For even though the orc's numbers were decreased dwarves were still falling, and there was no point; the woman was now dying, from his own hand, and the orcs were killing dwarf after dwarf and standing their ground. "Fall back!"

The dwarves confusedly obeyed the order of their king, retreating with their weapons still drawn as they fended off the orcs who now pressed down on them. Though one sound created a still silence, neither orc nor dwarf moved for over a second as the scream rung in their ears. They all looked warily as the pale orc ran, dropping his mace as he fell to his knees; both parties saw the woman with a dagger below her breast and a sorrow fell over them all - the dwarves for they had fought to save her, and the orcs for she was their leader's mate.

Azog took no notice of his body's pain as he moved, hardly noticed when the dwarf before him backed away in fear or when the orcs began shrieking as they chased them off and felled many of them. He stared down at Calla's face, stark white with pain and fear as tears fell into her hair. "Don't leave me," he begged softly, smoothing the hair out of her face, wiping the blood from around her mouth. He begged and he prayed, tears burning his eyes as they never had before, willing her with all of his soul to stay with him. But her chest heaved and she stilled completely, her eyes staring lifelessly ahead - the prayers of his dark and twisted heart were unheard.

The dwarves ran as quickly as their legs could take them, hearing the orcs and the wargs shrieking and growling and snarling; they would have all fallen then, even their king, had the orcs not been brought up short by Azog's scream. It was loud and deep, shrill and wrought with the deepest of pains; and it would haunt them all til the ends of their days, the sound of the orc's lament for his woman. The orcs chittered warily as they turned their wargs back to their leader, staying back and watching as Azog held her body as he cried. None moved forward, none of them had words or actions for Azog - fearing he very well may turn on them and kill them all in his grief. Yazneg looked upon Calla's body in Azog's large arms, her head fallen back and her empty eyes staring at a beautiful land only she could see; his heart felt as though he had been stabbed, as if the dagger had been stuck in his own chest. He did not recognize this as grief, he did not know this was loss - but he knew it's feel.

"Father," Bolg said from behind him, coming to stand at his back.

Azog turned with violent eyes, still clutching her to his chest as though the drum of his heart might make hers beat again. The fury left him when he saw his son, his malicious face full of rage and pain, with a hand wound in a dwarf's hair as he held him. "Who is your leader?" he spit at the dwarf, seeing him shaking and smelling his body's excrements.

Yazneg stepped forward and translated, taking a belt and whipping him in the face when he did not answer. The dwarf had cried out as it cut into his skin, feeling his blood pouring down his face. But even then he did not tell them, his loyalty and pride and honor too strong.

"Answer me!" Azog screamed, releasing his hold on Calla to take the belt and beat him relentlessly. Over and over he brought the leather down, beating him harder in a wave of frenzied agony.

"Azog," Yazneg yelled stilling him, and he stared at his leader as he heaved - his eyes wild and crazed with a dark light that made Yazneg very afraid. "He has answered."

He dropped the belt, his eyes swollen and throbbing as he found that they wished to cry once more, his breaths coming in pants as he was forced to face what had happend. She was gone. Her love, her kindness, the feel of her hand on his cheek, her body beneath him, her head on his chest, seeing her lovely smile; never again would he be given any of it, an eternity of this sorrow, of the ache in his chest where his love for her had been. She was gone.

There was utter silence as he fell to his knees cradling her as he wept. Long hard sobs wracking through him as he cried, screaming occasionally when the grief was too much to bear. Bolg turned from his father, feeling his own sorrow deep in his hardening hard, and looked to the dwarf who lay bloody and crying in a heap. All the rage, all the sadness and the horrid ache of his mother being dead gathered in him and grabbed the dwarf and tore him apart. There would be no peace, no joy to ever be found in the world again; only blackness, and anger, and pain. She was gone.

song is How to Disappear Completely by Radiohead.

I don't think I've ever almost cried writing something before, but good god my throat is still swollen. So I'm going to do another chapter that's mostly in Hobbit time, explaining my reasons why Azog does what he does - his motivation behind his cruel heartless actions. And that will be end. Thank you for coming with me on this journey, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.