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Shadow of the Moon: Chapter 20
The Flames of War
Dance of Sparks
The name rung in her head, Kalus. Ithildae was distant, following Narzug's strutting gate without paying attention. It was not an uncommon name, meaning 'archer' it tended to be a popular choice. But it was the memories attached to it, the possibility of who he could be. Why risk giving her to a warrior who was important? Bolg would certainly have no attachment to the Orc who rendered him blind in one eye.
Narzug kept his eye on her, always within his immediate sight. His lack of trust was clear. He was not so openly wary as he had been in the forest, they were in his element now. The forest long gone and she was now in a place that was not familiar or safe.
Ithildae let out a rumbling exhale, the heat in the air was becoming more intense. They were proceeding to the Fire Pits, she assumed the forges and armories were housed there. An orange glow shown from the end of t
Shadow of the Moon: Chapter 19
(Quick vocabulary review:
Golug-hai - Elf
Gundulbûrz - Dark Guard, the name the Orcs call Ithi
Ninkhont - White Eyes, Maltríth's Orcish name
Snaga - A smaller breed of Orc, often viewed as worthless foot soldiers or servants.
Goluglob - Female elf
All Black Speech comes from the Shadowlandian Dictionary)
"Biting Down" Lorde
Dark clouds covered the sky, thunder rolled in the distance as a chill breeze blew in the storm. Azog breathed in the cold air. It filled his lungs with a sting. The atmosphere was humming with the electricity of a storm. The Pale Orc gazed out at the dark forests surrounding Dol Guldur like a sea of thorns. No word came from his son and the pack, anything could have occurred. He hoped Bolg would bring back Oakenshield's head, proving his worth as his heir.
Azog inhaled deeply, turning away from the open wall. He stood in one of the tallest towers of the fortress, overlooking the inner halls and the