Torn In Two | Thorin Oakenshield |

6. Epiphany

The coolness of the night sends a shiver down my spine as we're lead to the top of an abandoned tower. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried and that doesn't happen often. I'm usually very calm about situations but when I woke up just hours earlier, the dread had already started to arise.

And it's all thanks to Yazneg. The damn bastard that decided to kidnap me and completely ruin my mission. Now we've been summoned by our Master and that's never good thing. He's merciless, even to his elite warriors and something tells me, someone is gonna die tonight. I peek over my shoulder to give Yazneg a heated glare and I so desperately want to torture him.

What the hell was he thinking anyway? He wasn't and that's one of his main problems. Those ideas of his, come from the head that's so far up his arse he can't even see the light of day. It's his fault I'm in this mess and now I'm stuck with bandages on my forehead, since his goons don't know how to properly knock someone out. I grumble in anger and purposely stomp on the last step, not intimated by the Warg's ahead. Can't say the same for Yazneg though.

I nearly laugh at his cowardly appearance until a smaller Warg with brown fur steps into the moonlight. The light whimper causes me to tense and my breathing becomes erratic at the sight of my Warg, Luna. She takes a step forward but stops when two orcs slam their weapons down in front of her, making her yelp.

The usual anger is replaced with fear and seeing her laying there all helpless, creates a sting in my heart. Please don't hurt her I plead and the saliva instantly vanishes from my mouth. She's the only one I care about in this world.

Reminding myself not to show weakness, I force myself to face forward and do my best to keep my head high. Please not her. Please not her. I mentally repeat and wipe the sweat from my palms onto my pants. Anything but her.

The White Warg snarls at us as we move to a stop and I look ahead to see our Master standing a few feet away. Even though I've seen them many times, I can't help but gulp at the sight of the scars littering his back. Some are new but most of them are old and I wouldn't be surprised if some are self inflicted. Master really does have a thing for pain.

Yazneg suddenly steps forward and my eyes widen at his stupidity, slightly shocked that his head is farther up the arse than I thought. All he's doing is getting himself killed. Master doesn't like it when people speak before him, nor does he appreciate excuses. The poor orc is really done for now, I sigh at his rambling and notice the Warg's behind us take steps closer.

One of them pokes their snout into his back and he yells out in fright after turning around. Probably stained his garments too with that scream.

Azog's deep growl finally shuts him up and I lower my head the moment he starts to speak. "I don't want excuses." The amount of malice in his voice is truly terrifying and he starts to spin around, a deep scowl on his face. "I want the head of the Dwarf King!"

I flinch at the yelling and close my eyes before peeking ahead, nerves now all over the place. Master stares Yazneg down as he pats his Warg's head gently and stomps closer to tower over him, not acknowledging me yet. Which I'm not sure is a good or bad sign. Just as long as they don't hurt Luna then-

"And Arina-"

At the sound of my name, I snap my head up to glare at Yazneg and raise a finger in warning. Heat starts to radiate off my body and he frantically looks around in panic, not expecting my reaction. "I was doing my job filth. Until you decided to capture me and make my mission much harder!" I yell in frustration and slam a foot down to further express my anger.

In attempts to lighten the load on himself, he takes a step towards Azog and gestures my way, "She's been getting close to the dwarf scum, Master!"