His Daughter (a Thorin Oakenshield fanfiction) [DISCONTINUED]

Prologue

Prologue

'Master, the child has been born,' The frightened orc announced.
'And the mother...' The shadow in the darkness asked.
'Dead... The elf died in childbirth. Her blood was used in the child's curse,' the orc whispered.
'Shame...the child. A girl or boy?'
'A girl, master, but she posses a powerful gift and your blood runs in her veins.' The orc added nervously.
'A girl,' the shadow sighed,' the curse can never be redone. But what gift does she posses?'
'Her eyes master, even as a baby the child's eyes stopped the midwifes heart when she stared at her,' the orc explained.
'What an interesting gift, she will be my perfect assassin,' the shadow laughed.
'Yes master,' the orc agreed.
'Back to your post before I feed you to the wargs!' The shadow bellowed. The orc bowed and scurried out of the dark courtyard.
'I will name her..,' the shadow thought to himself,' I will name her Celiviel (elven name meaning "Revenge").