The Middle Earth Wonderers (The Hobbit/LOTR)

Chapter 18.

Tears blurred my vision as I stood there, trapped in this damn wedding dress. The fabric felt suffocating, a reminder of the nightmare I was stuck in. Please, guys, save me... I thought, my heart racing with panic.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and there he was—Azog. He strolled in with that smug look plastered across his face, a predator savoring the moment. His eyes gleamed with a sick satisfaction as he took me in, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"Ah, my little bride. You look lovely in that dress. Just like I imagined you would," he purred, his voice dripping with malice.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. I wasn't going to acknowledge him, not when every part of me wanted to scream and lash out.

Azog chuckled darkly at my defiance, clearly amused. He stepped closer, invading my space, and I could smell the metallic tang of blood on him. "You're a feisty one, aren't you? Trying to ignore me won't work, little bride. You're going to be mine, whether you like it or not."

He reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his cold, cruel gaze. My heart raced with anger and fear as I stared back at him.

"There's no use fighting it, little one. You will become my wife, and you will learn to obey me. This defiance won't last forever," he continued, a twisted smile creeping onto his lips.

I stayed silent, my mind racing for a way out of this nightmare. But Azog seemed to revel in my silence, as if it were a challenge to break me further.

He released my chin and stepped back, circling me like a shark. "You know, the more you resist, the harder I'm going to enjoy breaking you. I love a good challenge, and you are quite a challenge, little bride."

Mike's heart raced as he stood at the cliff, confusion quickly turning into fury. As the realization hit him like a punch to the gut, his eyes widened in horror.

"Damn it, Azog! He's going to marry her!? Over my dead body!" Mike shouted, his fists clenching in rage.

The others shared in his anger, the air thick with tension. Thorin's expression darkened, his jaw tight with resolve. "Damn him! So that's his game. Marry her and try to break her spirit. He's more cruel than I thought."

With a grim nod, Thorin's voice turned steely. "Let's do this. Everyone stay focused and stay hidden. We need to hit them hard and fast."

The dwarves scattered into the terrain, their determination palpable. Mike took a position on the rocks above Azog's lair, heart pounding as he waited for the signal to strike.

I felt the weight of the veil as I walked down the aisle, my tears threatening to spill over. I forced myself to keep my gaze fixed on the ground, trying to hide the fear that gnawed at my insides.

Azog waited for me at the makeshift altar, a twisted smile on his face. "Ah, here comes my lovely bride. Just in time."

Silently, I took my place before him, my heart pounding in my chest. Hidden beneath the layers of my wedding dress was a dagger, the only weapon I had left.

Azog took my hand, oblivious to the blade beneath the fabric. He pulled me close, his gaze roaming over me like a predator eyeing its prey. "You look even more beautiful than I imagined. Soon you'll be mine, and you'll learn to obey me like a good wife should."

With a surge of courage, I narrowed my eyes beneath the veil and plunged the dagger into his left eye. The blade met flesh, and Azog roared in pain.

"You little wench!" he snarled, stumbling backward, blood pouring from his wound. He was furious, and his anger sent a chill down my spine.

Mike's eyes widened as he witnessed the chaos unfold below. Anger coursed through him as he saw Azog lash out at me. "We have to move now! While he's distracted!"

"Let's go!" Thorin snapped, his determination unshakeable. The dwarves tensed, ready to spring into action.

I lay on the ground, heart racing as I watched Azog recover from my attack. Adrenaline coursed through me, but I could feel the weight of impending doom. I was terrified, but I had to keep fighting.

Just as I prepared to stand, Azog charged toward me, fists clenched. But the sound of footsteps caught his attention.

As the dwarves descended from the rocks, Mike could feel the heat of his anger propelling him forward. They rushed toward Azog's lair, ready to save me.

In a flash of movement, I lunged at Azog, desperate to escape his grasp. But he swatted me away like a fly, and I landed hard on the ground, pain radiating through my body.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of despair wash over me as the scene shifted. I lay unconscious, unaware that I was losing everything.

Mike gasped in pain as Azog's weapon pierced his chest, his eyes wide with shock. "No... cough no..." He collapsed, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Damn you... Azog... You will... pay... for this..." he struggled to say, his voice barely a whisper.

Just then, massive eagles swooped in, snatching us away from the cliff. I woke up, disoriented and terrified, my heart racing as I looked for Mike.

"Dad..." I cried out, fear gripping my chest as I spotted him lying on his back, lifeless.

"Lulu! Heal him, please!" I begged, but the look on her face told me everything I needed to know. She was powerless, her staff and hands missing.