Middle Earth || OS

35. Fili | Rescued

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"Imagine being held captive by Orcs and Fili coming to your rescue"

Words: 1136 || Characters: Fili, Reader, rest of the company || Genre: romance, action, violence || Hoshat, gru! = Silence, woman! in the Black Speech || Gif source:

A pair of unfamiliar, large, wrinkled and rough hands pulled you by your armpits in the middle of the night, in the middle of a dream.

In fact, you thought it was just part of your dream about Fili, until you realized he would never be so awful to you, not even in your subconscious.

"What? Where?" you said groggily as your limp body was dragged over the bumpy, scratchy terrain.

"Hoshat, gru!"

Your eyes flew open at the demon voice uttering the Black Speech. You hadn't heard it spoken since getting stuck in the tree and watching as Azog taunted and nearly killed your leader.

The ugly words came from the same stranger who was forcefully pulling you across the field, far from the sleeping members of Thorin Oakenshield's company. Thorin, Fili and Kili were on watch. They must have been far on the other side of camp and not heard anything.

Or dead.

"FILI!!!!" you cried, twisting and trying to fight the orc off, before getting smacked with either a hand or a weapon, hard as a brick, across your head.

The blow sent you back under, but this time there was no dream.

A shocking splash of water to your face woke you up again, tossed by the same scum who brought you to the orcs' camp. Your hands and feet bound, you struggled in vain against the tree they had tied you to.

The orcs had a fire going a few feet away from you, but how you wished they hadn't. In the amber light you could make out each horrifying, contorted face, see the putrid, stringy meat they were eating. You held your breath as long as you could to shield your olfactory nerves from the noxious fumes wafting from their bodies.

Suddenly you turned to your right, to the sound of thunderous footsteps.

Don't let it be. Don't let it be.

Azog approached fast, saying something in the Black Speech. His voice, with its low, sharp coldness, was a weapon itself. You grew weak, thinking not only of your own fate, but those of your friends. You hoped beyond all hope that none of them had encountered these orcs, that none of them had to hear Azog's voice or confront him. You prayed that none of them had perished under this monster's hand.

He walked closer to you, and you peered up with frightened eyes as his pasty, clay-like pale gray skin came clearly into view. A whimper tumbled from your mouth.

Azog stood above you while his henchman watched and ate their disgusting supper. He repeated his statement.

"I don't understand," you said.

"Thorin." Your leader's name sounded like a vile curse from Azog's twisted lips.

So, if he Azog was asking about him, Thorin wasn't dead. And it was likely that Fili and Kili weren't, either. It was always your belief that if one fell, they all would.

Azog asked you again about Thorin.

"Is that, is that a person? I-I don't know who that is," you lied, completely unconvincingly.

Azog grumbled and raised his cut-off arm with the attached blade high over your head. You shut your eyes, tight. Yes, you had to die, but no, you did not have to watch.