His Daughter (a Thorin Oakenshield fanfiction) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 8- Pain

We ran to the edge of the cliff and the others started climbing the trees. I didn't I stayed on the ground. The orcs and wargs surrounded me but I didn't flinch. Azog came towards me on his white warg.

'Azog, it can't be,' Thorin gasped. Azog teased him in orcish and then he turned to me and spoke the language of men.

'Sister,' he spat,' did you miss me.' The dwarves gasped, they probably felt betrayed.

'Slightly,' I spat back.

'You led me to the dwarves,' he told me,' you did well.'

'I didn't lead you to the dwarves, I led you to me,' I hissed.

'You have chosen their side,' he gasped shocked,' father won't be pleased.'

'I don't care what father thinks, they more of a family then you will ever be,' I replied.

'Grown a bit soft in your old age, they won't accept you after Moria. I hope you've told them about slaughtering their people. And your curse shall not die until you do. Have you told them about your little gift?' He smiled.

'No, not yet,' I murmured.

'Now join me and you join your mother in life or fight me and you can join your mother in death,' he hissed.

'I chose the latter,' I hissed back and ripped my blindfold off. I stared at the wargs who collapsed instantly and the orcs froze and died. It was fantastic to see again.

'Fine then,' Azog snarled,' father wanted you to be reminded of something.'

I suddenly felt my promise again. Burning my skin like fire burning paper. I knew I couldn't fight my fathers wrath. I screamed as the burning pierced my skin. Pain shot up my arm and I felt my hand forcing its way to my sword. I stared at Azog and he smiled.

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'Why do you fight it so much, when all you had to do is kill Thorin,' Azog asked.

'Because that is what makes me strong,' I hissed and I fell down. I watched in horror as Thorin challenged Azog, I tried to kill them with my eyes but I was in too much pain to concentrate. Suddenly Bilbo ran across and saved Thorin. Thorin stayed there unconscious and I felt sick. Gandalf then called for the eagles. One of the eagles picked me up and took me to the others.

When the eagle I was on landed and I got off, Thorin was getting up after being saved by Gandalf. He was covered in dirt and blood.

'You,' he said and walked over to me with his elven sword in his hand. The curse had stopped burning and I looked at him with fear. Was he going to kill me? He must have seen the fear in my eyes because his face softened. And before I could stop him he kissed me.

Authors Note: Thank you to all my readers, if you follow my friend, you will join our elven army (Eryn avar gweth). Please comment if you want me to write a sequel.

Kind Regards

-Samantha