His Daughter (a Thorin Oakenshield fanfiction) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1- Panther

150 years later~

Celiviel P.O.V

My long black hair blew across my face as I rode across the halls of Moria. I was riding on my Warg Panther. His coat was pitch black. A large scar made its way down his neck. Panther had got that when we had attacked a small village and one of the men had thrown an axe at him. I wasn't like the other orcs. I had a fair elven face with pointed ears. My mother was an elf, she was murdered or died when I was born. My father is a powerful sorcerer. I have no siblings except for my half-brother Azog. I have no orc blood but due to my raising, my blood lust was too strong. My body was full of scars from where I had been injured in orc raids. Even though I was young, I was treated with respect because of my eyes and my father. They say I have a gift but its more like a curse. I can kill anything by just staring at it. My eyes freeze their hearts.

I heard howling in the distance, Azog was looking for me. I turned around on Panther and rode back.

'I have been looking for you everywhere,' Azog hissed in Orcish.

'What is it, brother?' I replied in Orcish too. Orcish was the only language I knew.

'Father.' he replied worriedly.

'Yes, I am here Azog and Celiviel,' A dark shadow whispered.

'Father,' Azog and I replied in unison. We bowed to show respect.

'Dwarves, are coming to retake Moria. Azog you shall lead the orcs. Celiviel, you must follow Azog,' father ordered.

'Of course, Father,' I replied.

'There is one more thing you must do for me.'

'What is it father?' Azog asked.

'You must swear to wipe out the line of Durin,' Father whispered.

'I swear by all the orc binds to wipe out the line of Durin,' Azog swore.

'Same Father,' I added.

'No, you are not an orc that means you can break that promise. I must write it out on your arm with black magic,' Father informed me. Father was never that nice and polite to me so I did what he asked and rolled up my orc-fabric sleeve. He grabbed my arm and drew words on it with his long poisonous nail, in a language I did not yet understand. As his nail pieced my skin, a throbbing pain changed to a burning one. Fire burned through my arm. The pain was unbearable. I let out a blood curling scream and blacked out.

I awoke to Azog looking over me.

'You are awake,' he gasped,' you need to get ready for battle. The dwarves are approaching.'

I nodded and sat up. I was laying on a hard stone bench. I looked down at my arm and saw the writing that was red like lava. Azog left me and I placed my Orcish armour on and my helmet.

Azog led us as we charged to meet the dwarves. I looked around killing every dwarf I could see, stopping their brave hearts. I was fighting hard but the dwarf I was fighting hacked into my shoulder with an axe and I staggered back. I kneeled down and ripped off my helmet. The dwarf saw me and pitied me, he left and fought another orc. I turned around and saw Azog cutting off the dwarf kings head.

'Noooo!' Somebody screamed and I saw a young dwarf prince charging at Azog. He had courage but he was a fool. No dwarf could defeat Azog. Azog slammed the young dwarf prince into the rocks and he fell down a small gully. Azog gave him a killing blow but the dwarf prince used a piece of wood and deflected the blow. Azog brought down his mace again but the young dwarf prince brought his sword up and sliced off Azog's arm. I screamed and ordered some orcs to bring him back into Moria. They grabbed him and dragged him back through the door way. I followed, my wound bleeding.

'Azog,' I cried.

'Celiviel, stop crying you useless mutt. Father will rise me from the dead and I will kill that dwarf prince. Curse him,' Azog hissed and then he collapsed dead. Tears stung my eyes. I too cursed the dwarf prince. I ran out of Moria. I was alone and afraid. Father was coming after me. I knew it, I was his perfect assassin.

My only chance at life would be to try and live a life with humans. Elves would sense the evil with in me. Dwarves would hate me after Moria but men would accept me. My eyes were another problem. I ripped some black opaque fabric from the bottom of my armour and tired it around my head. I could barely see through it. I turned around to face one of the orcs that was following me. I stared deeply at it and killed it. It was harder to kill because of my blind fold. I walked far and wide and found a small village in Rohan. A poor family adopted me even though they thought I was part blind and I couldn't speak in the tongue of the Rohan. I worked hard and always kept my promise hidden. I had a new life but I never forgot.

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