Daughter of Azog (Kili x Reader)

Chapter 2

Night had fallen, and the party had made camp underneath a rocky overhang. Most of the dwarves were asleep, the only ones who were still awake were Urzoth, Fili, Kili, Balin, and the poor hobbit Bilbo. They sat in silence around the fire, the only noise heard was Bombur's loud snores. After a few moments, Bilbo got up and walked over to his bag, which was lying close to Urzoth. Urzoth watched him intensely as he reached down and pulled an apple from it. He then went over to his pony and fed her a small bite, whispering encouraging words to the animal.

Urzoth watched curiously. She had never witnessed such gentleness. Where she came from, it was kill or be killed. The peacefulness of the hobbit fascinated her. Her gaze was pulled from Bilbo at the sound of a loud screech. Urzoth immediately recognized the screech. It was the screech of her father's second in command, her mentor, her friend, Lurog. He was calling to her, to see if she was okay. She had to respond, if she didn't, something bad would for sure happen that could ruin her mission. But she couldn't answer, for she was surrounded by dwarfs who think she is half elf.

Fili, Kili, Balin, and Bilbo all jerked there heads up at the sound. The Hobbit shuffled back over nervously. "What was that?" the hobbit stuttered.

"Orcs," Kili answered solemnly.

"Orcs?" Bilbo repeated in question.

"Throat cutters. There'll be dozens of them out there. The low lands are crawling with them," Fili responded and I couldn't help but smirk at the rising fear evident in the hobbit.

"They strike in the wee small hours when everyone's asleep; Quick and quiet, no screams, just lots of blood," Kili continues with a small chuckle as Bilbo shifts uncomfortably.

"You think that's funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Thorin's words make Urzoth jump slightly and everyone turns their gaze to the dwarf king.

"We meant nothing by it," Kili murmurs, shame evident in his voice.

"No, you didn't. You know nothing of the world," Thorin growls before stalking over to the edge of the cliff. Fili and Kili look down in shame while Bilbo watches uncomfortably.

"Don't mind him laddie. Thorin had more cause than most to hate orcs," Balin says, bringing their attention to him. Urzoth cant help but shiver as he jumps into a story she's heard many times:

"After the dragon took the lonely mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient city of Moria, but our enemy had got there first. Moria had been taken by legions of orcs, led by the most vile of their race: Azog the Defiler." -- Urzoth couldn't help but smirk with pride at the mention of her father-- "The giant Gundabad orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He started... by beheading the king." -- Urzoth struggled to keep from laughing at this -- "Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed, we did not know." -- Urzoth knew, and she put her hand to her mouth to hide her smirk-- "We were leaderless; defeat and death were upon us. That's when I saw him; a young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc."

This is where Urzoth stopped listening, for her own memories of that day arose. She was a young orcling, only five years of age, hiding deep in the dungeons with her mother while a deadly battle went on just outside. She remembers her mother's petrified screech as the door opened and her father was dragged inside, his left forearm missing. Black blood dripped from the wound covering a young she-orc with baby blue eyes as she stared up at her moaning father. Orcs rushed around her, attempting to help Azog, but all he wanted was to go back out there and kill, kill the dwarf that had taken his arm. Urzoth remembered being separated from her family as the dwarves burst into the room. She watched as her friends were slaughtered. She only barely escaped with her life when her mother found her, picked her up, and carried her out to safety. They raced away on her mother's grey warg. She remembered her father moaning and groaning as he was carried just behind her on his white one. Her father's black blood was drying on her face as they went against the wind. That day was day that determined the course of the rest of her life.

"But the Pale Orc?" Bilbo's words snapped Urzoth from her memories. She quickly wiped the wetness from her cheeks and refocused her attention to the hobbit. "What happened to him?"

"He slunk back into the hole from which he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago," Thorin said as he stalked back to the group. But Urzoth knew that was false; Her father was very much alive.

Kili watched Urilarue as Balin finished his story. Her icy blue eyes were glassy and she seemed to be deep in thought. He wondered what she was thinking. Everything about her was a mystery and it drew him to her. She quickly wiped away the stray tears and turns her attention to Bilbo, who had just asked a question. As Thorin answered, a spark of amusement flashed through her eyes. It confused Kili, but that only increased his attraction.

Kili wasn't the only one who was watching Urilarue. Gandalf had been curiously watching the self proclaimed dwelf too, but for different reasons than Kili. Gandalf didn't trust her. He could sense that she wasn't telling them the truth. He knew her from somewhere, but he didn't know where.

The next day, they were riding through heavy rain. The downpour had soaked Urzoth's thick black hair, plastering it to her face and bare back. Kili had watched her, concerned. It was pouring rain and all she was wearing was a thin piece of fabric across her chest with a poor excuse for a skirt and an empty leather belt. Kili thought she must be freezing, so he left his brother's side and rode up next to her.

"You look cold," He says, drawing Urzoth's attention.

"I'm fine," She replied with a shrug. She rather liked the rain and didn't mind being wet. This was her normal attire for which she wore almost every day. The only time it changed was during the winter season and for battle.

"Are you sure? I have an extra cloak if you want," He pressed.

Urzoth only smiled uncomfortably. Never has anyone ever been as nice to her as Kili is being. It was unusual. She was either yelled at, praised, or feared. But Kili's eyes were genuine. He was being nice because he wanted to, not because he had to. Urzoth liked it, but at the same time couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. She reluctantly took the cloak from him and put it on. She didn't like it though. The material was scratchy and she felt confined. But she wore it anyway to please the dwarf.

Many hours later the rain still hadn't let up. This didn't please the dwarves. "Master Gandalf, can't you do something about this deluge?" Dori asked politely.

"It is raining, Master Dwarf, and it will continue to rain until the rain is done," Gandalf said sharply. Urzoth couldn't help but snicker as he continued, "If you want to change the weather of the world, find yourself another wizard."

"Are there any?" Bilbo asks.

"What?" Gandalf replies, looking at the hobbit.

"Other wizards," Bilbo clarifies.

Gandalf looks ahead again. "There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman the White. Then there are the two blueses, you know I've quite forgotten their names..." Gandalf answers, trailing off at the end.

"And who's the fifth?" Bilbo presses.

"That would be Radagast the brown," Gandalf answers, his lips turning up into a small smile.

"Is he a great wizard or is he more like you?" Bilbo asks, to which Urzoth lets out a snort of laughter. She receives a few glares of disgust from a few of the dwarves, but she chooses to ignore them.

Gandalf answers as if he hadn't heard her outburst, "I think he's a very great wizard... in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye on the forest to the east, a good thing too because evil will always try to find a foothold in this world."