Re: Azog/Thorin AU, Stockholm-Syndrome, DUB/NON-CONajlittleJanuary 12 2013, 22:11:54 UTC
Whyyyy do I want to fill thiiiis? *flail* Oh god WHAT.
This may or may not tear itself from my fingers in the next few days. I have never filled a prompt before, so don't hold your breath for quality, but it may happen. >__>
[Fill] Azog/Thorin AU, Stockholm-Syndrome, DUB/NON-CON (1a/?)ajlittleJanuary 12 2013, 23:40:20 UTC
Author Notes: Right, so this is happening - damn but I have never had a prompt kidnap me like this. My pre-LoTR lore is a little shaky, so forgive any inaccuracies, please. >__
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A caterwauling song reaches his ears as he proceeds deeper under the earth, and he winces - not at the grating of the sound, for Orcish and the snarling of wargs is no melody, but at who he knows it to belong to. His loathing for the diseased mass of blubber and pus that rules under this mountain bubbling up strong - he is reminded, contemptuously, that while he leads by example, while he rules his tribes because he is strongest and fiercest amongst them, as is only right, this filth is called King because he is the only goblin with half a wit, and his dundering subjects are too empty-headed to question his authority. That is the way of Men, to lead through trickery and a slimy tongue rather than through might - it disgusts him to think it, but in this way the Dwarves far exceed his goblin "kin
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Let me know if I'm characterizing Azog alright. For all that he's an Orc, watching the movie (three times, I regret nothing) I got the impression that he was one smooth, eloquent motherfucker, even speaking in Orcish. He completely seduced me, stroking his white warg while growling of violence. Ooooh. *shudder*
I have a row of seating reserved for all of us in the special hell. I'll be waiting with popcorn.
Anything spoken in Orcish is italicized.
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"Oh, but it is!" The Great Goblin croons, the slippery cunning in those beady eyes drawing Azog's lips back over his jagged teeth, his desire to gut the lowly sow outweighed only by his need to see the last of Durin's blood drain onto the stone. "Though perhaps a little more short-handed than you remember, hmm? You could say surviving nearly cost him an arm and a leg!" The wretch shrieks with laughter, and Azog bristles at his gall, his warg snapping viciously at a goblin foolishly emboldened by its leader's mockery. He clicks his tongue, and the beast lunges,
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save me a seat in that row! all i could think reading your comment was 'ohhh popcorn!' XD yep, definitely save me a seat. I've read all that you've posted so far and ummm yeah...waiting on the rest.
"Cut him down, you worms!" He snapped to the goblins working the rack, sheathing his blade and denying the Great Goblin any vindication, urging his warg forward to look the broken king in the eye. The dwarf shook, with rage or agony he could not tell, and there was a black, loathsome deadness in those stormy eyes - righteous fury turned to bitter, guilt-ridden hate. They had festered together, it seemed, neither able to forget the mark the other had left on them, being taken by the heart all these years and twisted by their obsession with one another. But here, in these eyes, was the look of denial being shattered, protective barriers ripped away - Thorin had thought him gone and long-buried, convinced himself he had won so that he needn't look over his shoulder every day since Moria, and now that folly had come back to haunt him.
"Can you smell it?" He looked over his shoulder to his pack as the heir of Durin was dropped unceremoniously from the torture rack, and gripped by either arm by a skittish, chittering goblin. "The smell of
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i third this, because of reasons.
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So yes, someone, PLZ?
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This may or may not tear itself from my fingers in the next few days. I have never filled a prompt before, so don't hold your breath for quality, but it may happen. >__>
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and so fast!
This is awesome. Sooooo awesome. Let me worship you. Here, have an unicorn.
Anything you want, but please don't stop! *clings to you*
Your Azog-voice is perfect, I'm amazed. Your first fill? I can't believe it.
Wonderful. Just- moooore. Please.
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And yes, fast. x.x I cannot stop now what even am I doing. More to come shortly. Probably a lot more.
All in all, I can think of worse ways to spend a Saturday night than writing Orc/Dwarf rape.
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I have a row of seating reserved for all of us in the special hell. I'll be waiting with popcorn.
Anything spoken in Orcish is italicized.
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"Oh, but it is!" The Great Goblin croons, the slippery cunning in those beady eyes drawing Azog's lips back over his jagged teeth, his desire to gut the lowly sow outweighed only by his need to see the last of Durin's blood drain onto the stone. "Though perhaps a little more short-handed than you remember, hmm? You could say surviving nearly cost him an arm and a leg!" The wretch shrieks with laughter, and Azog bristles at his gall, his warg snapping viciously at a goblin foolishly emboldened by its leader's mockery. He clicks his tongue, and the beast lunges, ( ... )
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"Can you smell it?" He looked over his shoulder to his pack as the heir of Durin was dropped unceremoniously from the torture rack, and gripped by either arm by a skittish, chittering goblin. "The smell of ( ... )
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