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Chapter Four
'Stranger'
'Je m'en irai' by Dark Sanctuary
The Dwarves' expressions morphed solemn, the laughter and conversation had seized at once.
"He is here." All rushed to the door to lay their eyes onto their leader.
Their prince had strode in halting at the threshold he scanned his comrades with a light nod. His light-blue gaze then lifted swiftly bearing a frown directed at Gandalf.
"I have lost my way twice looking for this place. If not for that mark on the door..." He shook his head in great disapproval.
"W-what mark? Bilbo blinked and stammered as his brows drew together. "Impossible! It had just been painted last week!" The Hobbit rested his hands oh his hips with a puzzled expression on his face.
Thorin proceeded slipping off his outer coat and the scabbard deliberately when his eyes fell onto the compact figure of the Halfling.
"So this must be the Hobbit." The heir flashed a smile.
"Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins." The host wasn't sure whether to smile or to frown.
"Looks more like a grocer than a burglar." Thorin nodded to the Hobbit's petite frame as a smirk stretched his pale lips. The cheerful snickering resounded the room causing the Hobbit's gaze to collapse to the floor.
"I think Mr. Baggins here looks pretty agile to me." The unexpected soft voice put an end to the laughter. A figure bent to enter the hobbit-hole. Clothed in dark and inconspicuous clothing solely her fiery tresses brightened her appearance. The jaws fell as the female strode in coming to a stop aside the host. Bilbo craned his neck just a tad but faced with a friendly smile mister Baggins dropped his stare, his cheeks morphed to varying shades of pink.
"Thorin, who is... Is that..?" Balin's bushy brows furrowed instantaneously.
"A villager I encountered on the way here. She required aid." Thorin's deep voice was pervaded with assuredness as he passed his heavy coat to one of his mates.
"But..." Balin persisted. "Do you recall that we..." He sighed audibly his fingers fiddling his lengthy beard.
Gandalf watched with curious suspicion. Their secret quest was more important than anything however this was simply a young, human girl... He didn't have a desire to quarrel, more pressing matters were up for discussion. Besides, he'll keep an eye on her just to be sure.
"Well, master Dwarf, I do not see no harm in this." Gandalf addressed Balin gesturing everyone to return to the table.
Rimkaur didn't take her eyes of the elder Dwarf. She already disliked him. His distrust was too great...
"My name is Ruakmir." As the Dwarven gazes shot to her face and she let a modest smile upon her lips. "My father had always wanted a boy..." Her golden eyes lifted as she scanned the bearded faces.
"My family had been attacked and..." Her lips shook anticipating the approaching torrent. "...the only living relatives I have remaining reside on the other side of the great dark wood..." Her voice cracked, eyes flooded with uninvited tears. "I thought perhaps that the companionship of the fine gentlemen like you..." Rimkaur blinked and two large drops snaked down her pallor cheeks.
"Yes, yes of course!" Bofur interjected shoving his comrades out the way. His rounded eyes fixed on her face, he extended his hand. "May I... maam?" She flashed him the nicest of smiles, brushing off the tears she relinquished her cloak. As they all proceeded into the dining room Rim let out a barely audible sigh, that was easier than she had thought...
x x x
He had almost passed her slumped on the roadside in the rays of the setting Sun. After leaving Bree the Dwarf travelled swiftly and she got held up by a few annoying drunkards. Finally Rim was on his trail once again yet when she caught up he travelled through a very populated area while walking in circles and she could not put her small knife to use effectively. She had left her bow behind not to have any visible weapons in order to resemble an ordinary, trouble stricken villager. Rim circled around in front of the weary traveler feigning a damsel in distress. However the Dwarven prince was almost indifferent. Only when she began to wail audibly he halted and came to her aid. The teary face, ripped shirt, scattered wavy locks and pleading eyes brimming with sadness must have convinced him to take her along. She was so close to her goal, she could nearly feel blood dripping from her fingers but then this came, the whole flock of Dwarves. Based on the information she'd overheard in the tavern Rimkaur conjured up a story about relatives in Laketown. If they take her along she is bound to get a chance...
Laying her eyes onto the prince wasn't easy, without ever meeting him she loathed him feverishly. He was the root of her problems. She despised him even more than she did their master for sending her away to the life on the road. Now, after twenty years she was so near the end...
Spurred by those thoughts the human suppressed an irked scowl.
x x x
Rimkaur wasn't pleased that Mr. Baggins had resolved to venture along. She'd rather this gentle and friendly creature stay in his own comfortable home. He was too small and soft for what lay ahead.
"Wait. Wait. We have to go back." Bilbo's flustered voice rang from behind. "I have forgotten my handkerchief."
That is why she'd rather he stay home, Rim gazed down shaking her head. Before Bofur could rip a piece of his overcoat the human approached handing him a tiny embroidered kerchief.
"Oh no... I-I cannot." Bilbo protested raising his palms up. "It's.. It's... too beautiful."
"Please." She smiled. "I think you'll find more use for it than I will."
As she rode forth, the Hobbit stared at the silky piece of white fabric rimmed with crochet. It reminded him of his mother... Bilbo sniffled, glanced ahead for a moment, then stuffed it into his pocket gingerly.
Rimkaur had received a pony as well. Astride the animal her legs dangled way past its belly even though she was of an average human height.
"Ahem." Someone had levelled their equine to hers and the human's gaze shifted to the right. Her new companion had wavy, straw blonde hair, two short braids decorated his moustache. The Dwarf was silent for a while before his lips stretched into a boyish grin.
"Aren't human maidens supposed to ride side-saddle?" Fili nodded to her pose. "You know, your legs would go..." He chuckled.
"You shouldn't bother yourself where my legs are, master Dwarf." Rim shot back at once. "Women can do many things men wouldn't fathom." She stared ahead signaling the end of this conversation. That boy was way too bold and she wasn't in the mood for socializing, the importance of her task permeated every corner of her mind.
"Perhaps you'll have better luck." The deflated Fili levelled his pony with Bofur's. Perchance she prefers brunettes.
"Love yer braids." A cheerful Bofur nodded to the young woman's locks.
"Thank you... Bofur, right? Rimkaur nodded. "Yours are not too shabby as well."
As Bofur spun in his saddle to flash a triumphant smirk at the prince's nephew the latter rolled his eyes with a sigh of defeat.
The group travelled along until they were forced to make camp as the night descended onto the range.
Half the Dwarves snored, half fiddled with their weapons. Bilbo wiggled in his sleeping sack in frustration, he rolled his eyes at snoring Bombur, any sleep was impossible. The newly appointed burglar stood up, extended his arms above his head in a brief stretch then resolved to walk about. A sharp animalistic shriek had resounded the blackened landscape startling the Hobbit. The ferocity of it send chills up his backbone.
"What... what was that?" He stooped instinctively taking a few steps back.
"Orcs." Kili uttered ominously.
"Orcs?" Bilbo reiterated frowning deeply.
"Throat slashers. They always come at night." Kili and Fili exchanged mischievous glances. "No warning, no screams, just lots of blood." The younger Durins snickered as Bilbo stared in sheer terror.
Thorin snapped out of his dozing state immediately as the name of the race of his enemy slipped Bilbo's lips.
"You think a night raid by Orcs is a joke?" The prince's glower brushed his nephew's faces as he straightened abruptly. "You know nothing of the world." The Dwarf leader strode to a rock that protruded the Earth near the precipice. He stood proudly, unmoving with hands clasped behind his back not as a living creature but a monument to the one long gone.
Rimkaur rested in the farthest corner of the rounded brow on the rocky hillside. Her hands were clasped around her knees, she hid her ink black eyes behind the wall of hair. The mix-blood attempted desperately not to interject, her mind drowned in fury. What do they expect..? Most of her kind is perceived wrong, alienated, killed on sight... What is left for some of them but to keep to themselves and to answer with violence. She had lived with humans for the past ten years... for some the word Orcs itself equaled death and destruction. The young woman shook her head lightly, attempting to control her breathing she bit her lips with force. She couldn't help it however and her head snapped up to pay full attention as Balin uttered his name. The Pale Orc. Azog the Defiler. Her ears pricked up. She had never heard the actual tale of the time when master had lost his arm.
As all stood in awe of their leader when the grey-haired Dwarf concluded his story Rimkaur's glare bore a hole through Thorin's back. He looked so proud and sure of himself, her mouth had contorted into a wicked smirk. He had no idea an enemy was amongst his friends.
Truthfully, she realized that the prince was exacting the same kind of revenge when he attempted to slay her master. Azog took the life away from his kin... Yet, abandoned for so long the ancient mines were on the Dwarvish agenda once again after they had lost their gold inundated mountain. Greed and self assuredness made up their chief traits...
What would any King do but protect his kingdom...
'Enemy was there first...' Her lips moved barely mouthing the phrase. No... Narbai was there. Just an imp at that time... The human could only shape horrid images within her mind of what would have happened if Dwarves gained access into the underground after the battle. Orc children discarded as worthless filth, their shrieks and cries ignored and then silenced with the same blade that slashed their mothers' throats...
Rim drew in an inhale yet forced herself to remain silent.
Her feverish determination was fueled by bringing back the thoughts of when her eyes landed onto master's horrid prosthetic. The childish rage she felt. He had saved her life, she worshipped him... This overwhelming feeling of gratitude and affection was muddled with ire, yet no matter the circumstance his was the side she was always going to be on.
A long sleepless night at their backs the company travelled through an entire day till the deep, dark shadows have caught up. The quick campsite was erected at an old farmhouse in a mountain delineated valley.
x x x
"We're making a long-term deposit." Gloin chuckled, throwing large handfuls of the moldy ground onto the chest brimming with golden trinkets. Dwarves' eyes ignited as they discovered the cave filled with treasures, a welcome feast for the eyes after being nearly eaten by the mountain trolls. The area turned up to be more perilous than they had reckoned.
"Where were you lass, eh?" Balin halted the young woman craning his neck up at her. His fisted hands rested on his thick wast.
"Looking for the wizard." Rim held his stare calmly unfazed by his pry. This was true partially, she did slip out quietly after Gandalf stormed out. Thorin was too hardheaded and not as intelligent as she thought deciding to camp out near the raided farmhouse. Even her standing behind the Istari's opinion did not aid the matters.
"Let's go." The agitated prince gestured out of the reeking cavern.
"Someone's coming!" A terrified voice alerted the wizard and all eyes peered into the trees around them when a sled came crashing through the growth.
"Radagast!" Gandalf sighed in relief. His light-grey eyes smiled at the old friend.
As the conversation went on all except Rimkaur were at ease. Living with Humans she hadn't forgotten the skills and senses she had developed in Moria. Besides nothing was like the scent of a Warg. A sudden sonorous howl shattered the tranquil landscape and she had nearly smirked at how right she was. However the presence of Wargs meant their masters were very close behind. Orcs were close behind...
"Is that a wolf?" A deep crease ran Bilbo's forehead. Are-are there wolves here..?" His gaze flicked side to side skittishly as he made an effort to make himself even smaller.
"Wolves, they're no wolves..." Bofur urged.
"Who did you tell about this quest, besides your kin? Who?" Gandalf neared Thorin, his eyes narrowed with untold rage.
"No one." The Durin reciprocated the glare.
"The ponies!" Terrified Ori scaled the hill. "They'd bolted!"
No one had detected a large brown wolf creeping down the rocky hillside, no one but Rimkaur. Shoving Thorin out the way the Human freed her dagger. Propelling herself off a tree trunk she leapt onto the Warg's back. Her left arm wrapped around his massive neck the other limb rose wielding the weapon. Before sinking it into the beast's neck, unseen to all, she flipped in hilt first.
"Still." She hissed compressing flat into the shaggy fur. "Gorunlat."
Concealing her knife the young woman let the Warg's huge frame slack onto the foliage in the pretend demise. She was met by the astonished stares of the company. Meanwhile the second canine had emerged out of the growths on the top of the ravine, he watched the scene for a moment but when Kili drew his bow the beast sprinted away vociferating to his pack.
"Looks like they taught ye more than just goat herding in yer village!" Bofur patted Rua's shoulder. "Splendid job." He grinned.
"I think I might be able to help." Radagast shuffled near addressing the group.
"These are Gundabad Wargs the will outrun you." Istari sighed deeply.
"These are Rostgobel rabbits." A wild smirk stretched Radagst's lips as his eyes sparkled. "I'd like to see them try!"
The brown wizard hopped onto the back of his sled with the astonishing agility, the large grey rabbits sped off towards the plains.
x x x
Her eyes held a blank stare as she watched the Dwarves bash an Orc's scull in. Him and his ride had tumbled down the rocky outcrop, the Warg took his last breath, his howl spread the uneven terrain...
Rim fingers clenched in a feverish shiver, she could do nothing for this one. The first of her kind she saw in years...
Radagast succeeded in distracting the hunters yet the threat hasn't passed.
As Black Speech resounded the plains and distant barks and howls drew near the group sprinted wildly once again without direction. The cornered Dwarves were frantic and Rim spun to land her gaze onto the approaching riders, inadvertently her eyes locked with the leader of the pursuing pack. She did not recognize this commander.
Yazneg's lips curled up exposing his darkened teeth, his ruby-red eyes glared with satisfaction,- the Dwarf-scum were trapped. When he leaned forth the spines on his armored jacket rippled resembling the scales of a colossal lizard. The sunrays fell onto something bright, his hawk eyes flicked to a figure of a female. As the Orc male barked out his following order he suddenly realized she'd understood him. The commander's non-existent brows drew together in a moment of perplexity.
"Right here, you fools!" The wizard's irked shout got her out of transfixion. Kili ran by tugging at her cloak and she spun following the company through the constricted opening into a compact cavern.
Thumping of hooves, a deep sonorous cry of a horn reverberated the plains as a surprise to many. All that was heard were arrows that flew faster than the wind and then shouts of agony. A body of a rider rolled into the cave his armor produced a screeching noise abrading the rugged stone as he tumbled, the body remained motionless.
As all the Dwarves followed the contracted rocky defile Rimkaur stood transfixed staring at the corpse. She knew this Orc. As an imp... He always got into trouble, scolded by the elders he'd pout and throw rocks. He was about her age... Now he had many battle scars and numerous rings decorated his blunted nose. The young woman's slender hand extended pushing his eyelids closed. About to leave she paused, pulling an arrow out of his quiver she snapped its head then spun disappearing into the rocks.
x x x
His deep red eyes flicked side to side as his stooped frame entered the rotunda. Cautiously, the Orc proceeded towards the center cowering and twitching at every snap of the Wargs' jaws. The massive beasts lined what once was a center hall of the fortress. The white wolf rested afar from the rest, her roar resounded off the crumbling rocks announcing the arrival.
"The Dwarves, master, we lost them." Yazneg bowed skittishly as his gaze landed onto the colossal frame of their leader. "Ambushed by the elvish filth we..." The commander shuffled on one spot darting his gaze aback of him at the others.
"I don't want excuses." The Orc king's body came to life gradually. His grave footsteps thumped the stone, the colossal muscles rippled in the torch lights as his skin appeared afire with his rage. Azog's palm slid over his Warg's head in a fleeting moment of affection.
"I want the head of the Dwarf king." The Pale Orc leaned forth, his deep voice rose as the last two words left lis lips.
"There was nothing we could do... We were outnumbered..." Yazneg backed away aquiver, he felt his stomach constrict. "I barely escaped with my own life..." He gulped feverishly as his master's palm landed onto his cheek. That algid glare drew him in.
"Far better you had... Paid with it." As the chilled metal of Azog's prosthetic entrapped his neck overcome with the gut wrenching fear suddenly he recalled something.
"Master... there was a... there was a..." The commander struggled to produce words. "A female with the Dwarf-scum... a fire-haired sharlob..." He squeezed out eventually but sadly too late. Filled with rage the master let his words past his ears. Yazneg's slacked body flew to slam against a dilapidated column.
x x x
The narrow, rocky passage had abruptly ended opening into a vast valley flooded with bright green foliage. Waterfalls cascaded lazily off the smooth rocks, the rushing liquid sparkled in the warm, golden rays of the setting Sun creating a myriad of rainbows. Intricately decorated dwellings, halls and towers dotted the valley.
"...Rivendell." Bilbo's eyes dilated in awe. The Elven city truly took his breath away.
"This was your plan all along, wasn't it?" Thorin grunted darting his enraged glare towards Gandalf. The Dwarf leader sighed deeply setting his jaws. The wizard's answer was nothing but an askance stare and a smirk. The group commenced their descent into the valley having no other choice.
The company traversed the narrow bridge that span over two sides of the bottomless rift. Their gazes shot side to side balefully in complete distrust as the lanky, brown-haired Elf floated towards them. Rimkaur however watched with the barely concealed curiosity. The hazy thoughts of the story about her birth mother came to mind.
The familiar sound of a horn and the clicking of hooves resounded off the smooth, tiled surface, Lord Elrond and his riders have returned. Their copper-plated, segmented armor reflected the sunrays blinding the frenzied Dwarves. The weapons were drawn, scowls instead of smiles dominated the weary faces.
"...No master Dwarf." Gandalf stepped in putting an end to the row. "He offers you food." The Istari huffed and rolled his eyes as all proceeded inside.
x x x
Resting at the dinner table Rimkaur couldn't take her eyes off the lovely Elven female playing a flute. Her pin-straight, light brown tresses cascaded her olive brocade gown, bright green eyes smiled at the company as her instrument emitted a calming, beautiful melody. Did her mother looked the way..? Which of her features did she inherit..? A long sigh escaped the young woman's chest. Perhaps she shouldn't bother with these childish wishes and thoughts. Her mother did never want her in the first place. Rim bit her lip forcefully as her thoughts travelled back to the black-haired, green-eyed Orcess. Narbai, that was her real Ma...
The group left the Elven City secretly whilst Gandalf conversed with the members of the council. Thorin wouldn't stay. The Dwarven prince felt as if he had received enough information pertaining their quest after the Elven Lord had deciphered the hidden map runes. Now they knew exactly what they had to do.
Rimkaur kept up, she'd go wherever her target does however hardheaded he was. So far she failed to get him alone... Yet at least she possessed more detailed information on their plans.
These males while loud and obnoxious were decently friendly and courteous. As they entered the mountains, the Dwarves traveled in pairs and hers was the Hobbit. Bilbo had been fiddling with the straps of his pack and she had commenced a friendly conversation. Mr. Baggins had shared his concerns and fears. The talk went on and he had curiously inquired about Rimkaur's origins. The young woman gazed about, approximately a day travel away was Moria, her home she hadn't seen for so long... Her heart froze, flooded with nostalgia, it was so close... Yet far all the same. She couldn't tell... Couldn't cry on someone's shoulder about it. The only choice to always remain strong, day after day... The human encouraged the Hobbit to keep talking about the Shire instead until the little burglar got distracted by Nori.
Now she had a new companion and her glance flicked up to see the blond Dwarf. Rim supressed a sigh. Not again...
"I... Ahem." The young Durin started timidly. "I wanted to... apologize. It was really..."
"Don't mention it." Rim's lips curled up into a brief smile in an attempt of a quick resolve. "I have quite a sharp tongue myself."
Encouraged by Rua's apparent friendliness Fili grinned, however he was lost for what to say next or how to commence a conversation.
"You should smile more often." He continued eventually. "Your smile is pretty." His coy gaze dropped to the ground.
"Don't push it." The woman shot back yet the embers retained a spark. Fili nodded raising his palms. He got her to smile.
She knew who he and his brother were. But Rimkaur admonished herself not to become friendly. She couldn't let pity get involved. Nothing did matter, she had to keep on, had to accomplish her goal, her own life had depended on it... The large, freezing raindrops proceeded falling onto the group, after a while it started to pour.
x x x
Damp clothes sticking to their backs, rain cascading in such a torrent it was difficult to see ahead the group held onto the ledge. Bilbo had nearly fallen then Thorin... She couldn't help but find humor in this situation, so many assassins on his tail and the bastard gets killed by the force of nature?
Yet not this night.
Their ordeal ended in a compact cavern. Rimkaur laid on her side facing the wall, her thin fingers fiddled with the black arrowhead. She couldn't get the prince alone perhaps if she had got close enough to leave a tiny innocent scratch... The poison would take care of the rest. The thought of the Orc hunters hadn't left her mind either. Whose orders were they following pursuing the group..? How many more enemies he had... She had to succeed before any. Fluidly and noiselessly she straightened her body scanning the room. The hum of snoring hang over the bearded men and her eyes fixed on the prince, he slept far off towards the exit of the cavern. The human stepped over the bodies unhurriedly, her tiny weapon tucked inside the sleeve.
"Hey, yer leaving us already?" A hoarse voice had resounded from the corner and Rim cursed inwardly.
She spun to put a finger to her lips. "No, Bofur, nature's calling." A shy smile curled up her mouth as she attempted her best to conceal her irritation.
"Oh..." Bofur blushed. "Ehh.. Alright then. Careful on the ledge." The Dwarf gazed down in embarrassment.
Rimkaur had exited the cave, crossing her arms she let her back support the massive rock wall. Beneath her feet nearly two feet away was the bottomless abyss. The air of the high altitude was brisk and thin and she inhaled hungrily. Occasional gusts of the bone chilling wind flapped the sides of her cloak biting her skin, forcing the goose bumps to traverse her back. Damn this loyalty and responsibility Thorin had given the first watch to the funny one. The human fought a smile, he was funny... And nice. She wouldn't kill him for being vigilant. Only their grumpy prince was on her list.
A several minutes into her pretend outing an unexpected shout resonated the compact rocky chamber and the young woman darted back in. All that was left from her companions was the bare stone surface rid of any sand and dirt. Rim gazed about stepping cautiously and when she'd finally realized the root of the problem her fist had descended onto the rugged wall. She had completely forgotten about their pesky mountainous neighbors.
"Fools!" She hissed under her breath. All of them, Dwarves and Goblins... Wrapping her cloak tightly around her frame she continued onto the ledge. There was another entrance not too far off.
x x x
Bilbo panted leaning back onto the steep mountainside. He had lost all his buttons and nearly his life in there. While the whole group fought off the Goblins he was attacked by an odd, bipolar creature. The Hobbit blinked rapidly, his hand slid into his pocket grasping something on the inside it was still there and a sigh of an immense relief left his chest. The burglar continued after the sprinting company. Passing the large pine he saw a momentary flash of copper and black, next he ran into Rua. Mr. Baggins had nearly fallen backwards but her wiry arms grasped his tweed jacket. His mouth gaped then shut in confusion but she smiled and patted his shoulder. Bilbo could not understand how the girl reached there so fast, he distinctly remembered her not being with when they tumbled onto the Goblins' front porch. He met her amiable ember eyes. The fiery light of the setting Sun reflected inside her irises making them glow as the freshly molten gold. What an interesting color for a human, the thought crossed his mind fleetingly. The Hobbit returned a smile.
After the Dwarves vanished Rimkaur run as fast the treacherous landscape allowed. The Goblin cavern was massive, with many entrances and exits most of them however unreachable and deadly. She headed for the only one that could be neared without likely tumbling to your death. Climbing over the steep outcrop she scaled down the pine needle blanketed hillside deftly. Gazing about the young human shook off the road dust, that's when Mr. Baggins bumped into her. Together they followed their companions down the hill.
After the suspecting minds of Balin, Thorin and Dwalin laid off the questioning about where the hell the duo was all was well and cheery. Until when from the top of the outcrop the approximating howls of Wargs washed over the gloomy hillside.
"From the frying pan..." Thorin's jaws clenched.
"And into the fire." Gandalf finished the sentence. The wizard's features had instantly became overcast.
"Run!" His staff gestured forward frantically.
The group sprinted wildly and discovering they were trapped once again all leaped up scaling the thick pines. As the swarm of Wargs flooded the mountainside Rimkaur recessed slowly, concealing herself. Behind one of the trees the roots hang over the earth forming a velarium and she compressed into the ground. The human hoped she didn't smell too much like a Dwarf.
All at once the horrid sounds of scraping claws, snapping jaws and bloodthirsty howls had seized. Forced by the overwhelming curiosity the young woman peeked. The sight her golden eyes had landed on rendered her transfixed. A flat rock jut over the small meadow, atop it the massive white Warg stood maw gaped in a vicious scowl. Astride the beast sat her master. His pallor face contorted in a wicked grin, the glacial blue eyes surveyed his prey with unimaginable disdain. His tattoo scars were deep, dark grooves, even more so prominent in the moonlight, serving as undeniable evidence of his limitless cruelty.
"Do you smell it?" His muscled frame leaned forth as if to whisper into his mount's ear. "The scent of fear... Your father reeked of it..." Azog's lengthy fangs bared at his trapped victims.
His deep, guttural voice made Rim inhale aquiver. Momentarily she was brought back to Moria, all those years ago... But then her stomach clenched resonated by a realization. The bounty, the hunters... It was him, those were his orders... Was she so easily forgotten? He changed her life by giving her this task and now he took it upon himself? What forced him to change his mind..? Her eyes pinched and her teeth compressed her lip at once nearly drawing blood. The young human's gaze fixated on his face. How could he, how... Unbeknownst to her, her ember eyes morphed onyx, long fingers ripped the swathes of the wilted grass.
Overwhelmed with rage Rimkaur had nearly exposed herself. However later, even when the burning pinecones flew she remained concealed watching everything unfold with a blank, listless gaze.
The meadow afire the white Warg's jaws clamped around Thorin's torso as his powerless shout echoed the compact clearing. Perhaps if the Dwarf dies all will be void, she will be able to return home. Rim's jaw tightened, her nostrils flared, it was her task, hers! He cannot take it away from her, when she was so near at last.
To all astonishment the tiny burglar turned out to be the biggest example of bravery there was attacking the large Orc soldier he had managed to save the Dwarven prince.
And then they came... The massive birds swooped in swiftly upturning the trunks onto the wolf pack, throwing the unsuspecting animals off the cliff to their deaths...
When Azog's livid roar reverberated the mountainous landscape and his riders sprinted off instantaneously to track the colossal birds a small figure had emerged. Rimkaur looked about sadly, into the black sky where the eagles has flown then up the steep hill where Azog had vanished. Her ember eyes flashed with the fire held deep inside.
What did you think of Rimkaur's pretend name she had given the Dwarves?
Je m'en irai means 'I will go' in French.
Black Speech:
Sharlob - Human woman
Gorunlat - you are dead