Stormborn

Chapter 3

"What do you mean?..." he whispered and I shake my head and gently pat his.

Moving I sit beside Gandalf with Bilbo sitting close to me before looking to the dwarves.

"Don't mind him. Just....be careful of what you say young ones." I say softly making them frown but nod in my direction.

"She is correct. Thorin has more cause then most to hate Orcs."

Balin said causing some to stir awake to listen to the story. Bilbo came and sat near me. I'm guessing I'm give him some kind of peace of mind.

"After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain...King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient Dwarf kingdom of Moria. But our enemy had got there first." I closed my eyes as I recalled the events told to me.

"Moria had been taken by legions of Orcs... led by the most vile of all their race:

Azog the Defiler."

I clenched my fists and I opened my eyes feeling the glow and my power surge through my veins. My anger growing.

He destroyed us. Destroyed...everything. A hand on my shoulder brought me out of my state. Looking I see Gandalf looking at me with a sad expression.

I close my eyes and sigh. I turn my head to continue listening but bring my hand to gently hold Gandalf's. My shoulder leaning on his as he gently pats my hand with his other.

"The giant Gundabad Orc...had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began...by beheading the king."

Thror was a greedy king. The gold within those halls is cursed and well Smaug and the King himself both fell for the weakness of the gold.

"Thrain, Thorin's father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing. Taken prisoner or killed...we did not know.

We were leaderless. Defeat and death...were upon us.

That is when I saw him.

A young Dwarf prince... facing down the pale Orc.

He stood alone against this terrible foe. His armor rent... wielding nothing but an oaken branch as a shield."

I could see the fight in front of my eyes. I could see his fearless face as he fought the Orc Filth. I hated him with everything I had.

"Azog the Defiler learned that day... that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken. Our forces rallied...and drove the Orcs back.

And our enemy...had been defeated. But there was no feast...nor song that night...for our dead were beyond the count of grief. We few had survived. And I thought to myself then... there is one who I could follow. There is one...I could call king."

Balin said as all the dwarves stood and watched as Thorin turned to them. The weight on his shoulders and you could see it.

"And the pale Orc? What happened to him?" Bilbo asked so innocently. Oh how I wished I could be like that.

"He slunk back into the hole whence he came. That filth died of his wounds long ago!" Thorin said harshly and I could feel my emotions radiate through me.

For some reason... I did not believe that and it angered me.

I get up and go to walk away to clear my head but am stopped by Thorin who held an arm in front of me. The dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf on edge.

I could feel my anger radiating and my need to hurt him rising.

"Where do you think your going?" He asked rudely and I grab his arm jerking it away from me.