Leventis ⚜ Thorin Oakenshield

Vital Author's Note

I think I owe you all a sincere apology for not updating in about 7 months, but I have come to the conclusion that I will no longer be writing the Leventis. In the next 5 days I'm back to school with it my last year of GCSE'S. Not by choice, obviously. I have other projects that I wanna work on because I got bored of work on this one. Don't get wrong, I love Casadon with all my heart and I will never part her (adding her into original projects :)). But I think about her in Lord of the Rings more than the Hobbit which I find extremely weird, so I thought if I ever finish this story, I would write her in Lotr and Cas would fall in love with Eomer and Vara Singollo would be back from the dead somehow.  

So to atone for my sins I give you a little backstory about Cas and Vara that I never finished and I will  explain it more after you've read it: 

Disclaimer : CONTAINS SWEARING AND TORTURE

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 Casadon Erik's P.O.V

200 Years Ago - Present Year = 3019

I never expected the outcome of what was to come -infact I never assume I was going to leave Dol Guldur without a scratch. I'd be lucky to leave here alive.

The crisp shackles were locked to tightly around my wrists; every move i made -even if it was a gesture- it left a mark that stung through my skin; grafted against my bone and hurt like hell. The split lip Azog had tattooed to my face made my mouth dry and it ache with every gesture. I was succumbed to darkness and surrounded by the stench of death.

I knew it coming. And when it does...

I will scream until my the sound of voice can be heard from Erebor.

My eyes dazed into the dark. It worried me that I'd get used to soulless life and never the light of the everlasting sun again. It was easy to fall asleep. My emerald -pitch black- eyes began to close, until a screech escape the mouth of the cell door and the keys rattled helplessly in the arms of a brutal Orc. He towered over my petite body. His teeth encrusted with dirt; his eyes glazed with the joyless laugh he will let out when I'm dead; his armour submerge in blood -not his, somebody else's.

For I could not perceive his full figure and had to squint to see his full potential. Does not seem that easy to kill from where I chained up to.

He viscously grabs my arm, his wet and oily skin latched around my torn tunic as he forced me up. A beloved grunt escapes my mouth, as the pain almost seared through my mind. Another Orc grabs my other arm and begins to drag down the torch-lit corridor. My eyes were even used to the light that I was uncontrollably blinking to get used to it. To which the corridor leads to something more brighter and even though Dol Guldur wasn't the Rivendell I desired to be in due to the sky literally being a fucking dark cell itself.

Apart from the stench of the two Orcs that dragged me outside the cell, it was fused with an even greater stench of death itself. It's like I was staring at it. I perceive a blur figure of pale white skin, iridescent lines to make out the scars the were scratched on the chest of the Orc.

Azog.

He was accompanied by a few more Orcs. One of them clenched a whip in his hand. I realised what I was here for and what was coming. I try to use my energy; try to use the useless energy to escape from this menace. I find myself chained to a wooden pole, smaller than me, if I were standing up. But I was not. I forced on my knees, all my weight was my knees; all of the pressure one elf had was on those knees. Breaths turn into galloping horses. I have never been tortured and I hoped I would never have been tortured.

Azog crouched down in front of me. His smirk brighter than the sky and his eyes deadlier than pain. I directly look into his eyes out of fear.

"Your friend has not come for you, Casadon. And since I have grown bored of waiting for the Huntress, I desire to have fun," Azog taunts in the Black Speech.