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Shadow of the Moon: Chapter 20Orquwen
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 19Orquwen
(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
Feral Love Chapter Ten 'Ahead'NinkSkoir
Hello everyone! I am finally updating this story! *fist pump*
I have been working on an Alternative beginning of 'Feral Love' and if you love this one you should definitely give that one a read! (Many more cannon characters!)
Little recap of what happened in the last chapter if you don't remember: Rimkaur came back to her senses, she is expecting and Azog got his arm back.
"Eternal" by Evanescence
Rimkaur gave the crumbling fortress a last look.
"Come." Azog's hand extended grasping her fingers softly.
"I want to remember this place." The young woman let a smirk quirk her lips as her mate's face went blank. Will she hold what he did to her here against him..?
"We conceived our child here." Rim placed her palm into his, giving him a fond yet mischievous look.
She was pulled up in one big swoop and held as if she was a child herself. The woman tilted her face upwards... The white warg snorted, her golden eyes gave her masters' a stare, before her entire frame shuddered.
Shadow of the Moon: Chapter 17Orquwen
*Be warned for those who don’t like violence, this is a fight filled chapter*
“Moon Trance” Lindsey Stirling
The elves were sprinting down the corridor after the Orcess. Ithildae came to a twisting stone staircase, leading straight up. She took several steps a stride, turning around the central pillar as the elves stormed up behind her. The scent of outside air carried to her nose, the outer gate was near.
She rounded on the oncoming elf, planting a firm kick on the armored chest of the leading guard. The momentum sent him sprawling back onto his companion. They tumbled down with cries of surprise. Ithildae did not stay to gloat. She was sprinting to the door, pulling up the mask on her hood.
Light peaked its way through the edges of the large wooden gate, the Orcess yanked open the iron handle and burst out onto the rocky outcropping. A tree grew at the tip of the outcrop, standing far higher than the fores