Dungeons Deep

Strange Dreams and Storm Giants

Hi, Wattpad! I've started to update quite quickly because I really want to finish The Unexpected Journey and get started on The Desolation Of Smaug because that's where the main story begins and where lots of secrets are revealed. Also, you will soon (hopefully) start to read about Amariel's personal love story! Here's Chapter Seven; I think it's alright but definitely not my best. Well, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hobbit or any of the characters, only Amariel and some insignificant others.

Chapter Seven: Strange Dreams and Storm Giants

APOV

Darkness consumed her vision as an image of an old rune upon a hill flashed into her mind. She wanted to run away, but her body was pushing her closer. Warg's howls echoed in the night. An orc leader, not different from the orc leader that had chased the company earlier that day appeared and tottered forwards. A large white warg with glowing yellow eyes snarled at the orc from where he lay on a rock. An image of a tall, ghastly, pale orc with scars etched across his shirtless muscular body blazed into her sight. She felt a sudden emotion of fear tug at her.

"Khozdayin Dorguz... zuranimid," growled the small, hideous orc. "Shugi golgai gelnakhanishim—" He was interrupted by the menacing voice of the pale orc.

"Sha nargiz ob hakhtil," he snarled. She could not understand what they were saying, only that it sounded dark. "Nargiz khobdi Rani Khozdil!" The pale orc turned and walked slowly up to the trembling orc. His left arm, up to his elbow had been chopped off, leaving only a stump with a metal claw through it.

"Murganish dum... Turim hag shad!" the orc croaked, frightened, then added. "Zorzor go kairaz obguraniz,"

"Ki go kairag baganig," responded the pale orc deeply, and stroked the other orc's head, before yanking him by the throat and lifting him up with his metal claw. The vicious beast, threw him against the stone pillars, and let the wargs eat him alive. Her head throbbed, what was happening to her? "Khozd shrakhun gud sha kilyash zag. Zidgar obod tung nash ru khobdud!" A pack of orcs on wargs stampeded out of the ruin on the hill and into the wild. The pale orc looked directly at her. His milky blue eyes taunting her, flashing closer, and closer, and closer, and—

Amariel's eyes jolted open, and heavy pants escaped from her mouth. Her hand went to her forehead and she found beads of sweat. She sat up and combed her hand through her hair in befuddlement. It was only a dream, it was only a dream, she said inside her head. But it had felt so real, like it was really happening. But Thorin said that Azog was dead, didn't he? Somehow, her mind was telling her that the dwarf was wrong; but if he was wrong, then she needed to tell someone quickly. Azog was planning to destroy the dwarves' mission, and it was most likely him who sent the orc pack to go after them. But who would listen to her? The dwarves wouldn't as Thorin would be too stubborn and proud to admit that his enemy was still alive after he had thought to of killed it. Bilbo might believe her, but he couldn't really do much about it. She needed Mithrandir, she must tell her old friend. Quickly, she got out of bed, and started toward the door, before realizing she was still in her nightdress. Making a U-turn, Amariel headed toward the massive wooden wardrobe, with intricate designs carved into it. When she opened the wardrobe, a look of awe lighted up her face. There were at least two dozen beautiful silk dresses. Elvish dresses. Her female self was almost singing as she searched through the dresses for the perfect one. An admiral blue one caught her attention so she took it out and examined it. It was sleeveless, had a glossy navy sash around the waist, and fell to the floor like a waterfall. Smiling, she carefully dressed into it, leaving her old clothes folded on the bed. She hastily redid her hair also, as she had found a brush on the top of the wardrobe. She combed her pearly hair into a simple plait, a few strands shaping her face, then, feeling happy with her appearance, walked out of the bedroom. The first place she looked was his bedroom. She rapped three times on his door, but no-one answered. Again she tried, and again she received the same result. After calling out his name a few times, she gave up and looked somewhere else. After searching for Mithrandir for a fair amount of time all over the city of Rivendell, she sat down on a bench and thought. Where was he? He always seemed to just disappear! As she rolled her eyes, an idea came to her mind; she could tell Elrond about her dream, he would probably give her advice on what to do, and he would presumably be easier to find. Sure enough, just as she was turning the corner, she heard the distinct voice of the lord of Rivendell, however, he was not alone. There were two figures standing on the balcony, looking over at the beautiful view. One of which was, of course, Elrond, and the other was, surprisingly, none other than Bilbo. Usually, Amariel wasn't over-the-top nosy, but the unlikely pair sparked her interest, so she hid behind a pillar, and listened closely to their conversation.