Prompt Post 4
Prompt post 4
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Thank you so much for the praise, everyone - I may have to fill prompts more often if it's this well received. <3
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Azog's ears ring as he surges to his feet, and he sees through the newly-awakened throng of struggling dwarves and goblins the face of this new foe, a figure out of fearful rumor. He can feel the power rolling off Gandalf Grayhame in waves, and in that first blind moment it is his tribal instincts that drive his thoughts - here is a challenge, here is one who could test my strength, here is a battle worthy of me.
"He wields the Foe-Hammer! The beater! Bright as daylight!" The Great Goblin yowls, cowering behind his scattered minions, and the dwarves have broken from their captors, cut their binds upon reclaimed weapons and jumped into the fight with renewed passion, the sight of their fallen leader putting a fire in their blood. The decision is made in a moment, Azog's battle-lust tempered by an obsession decades in festering, and he grips the grievously-wounded king by the scruff of his fur-lined cloak, hauling him atop his great white warg and mounting up behind him. His claw grips his helpless quarry against his broad, scar-ridden chest, and his fingers fist in the scruff of his mount, his voice rising in a roar above the commotion.
"To me, Gundabad! To me!" He snarls, jabbing his warg with the sharpened heel of his boot, and it surges forward with a blood-chilling howl, leaping effortlessly over the large, tattooed dwarf attempting to waylay their flight. Perhaps fate will deign to give him a second chance at the great Gray Wanderer, but for today he will claim what is rightfully his and leave the Goblin King to befall the wizard's wrath - an end only fitting to such a fiend.
"THORIN! He has Thorin! Somebody stop him!" He feels something pelt against the back of his skull, what he could have sworn to be a small stone, but he and what remains of his riders are already thundering across the wooden bridge, and if he hears it crack and give out beneath the last of his orcs, sending them screaming into the blackness, then he feels no loss. He has his prize, and any pursuit being blocked is worth more than a few orcish lives. Much later he will hear of the Great Goblin's death, of the daring escape of Oakenshield's company at the other side of the pass, but he will give it no thought - leaderless and wounded, they are surely no threat. He howls to his pack, receives savage, victorious shouts in return.
And then they ride.
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i'm just here mindlessly refreshing this prompt
you are amazing, ajlittle.
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Oh wow. That was epic. I love that you're using Azog's perspective and all of the little details are spectacular. I am literally on the edge of my seat waiting for more. I can't wait to see what happens next in this fantastic story.
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(Also, I'm not sure if it's alright for me to point this out - ignore this if it isn't - but you seem to switch between past and present tense quite alot throughout your fic! It's not too distracting, but I thought you'd maybe like to know. I'm sorry if this is rude - er. Yeah. <3)
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I'm just going to stand really close to this fill now. Don't mind me.
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You torture meeeeee~ *twitches feebly*
Jesus, I had hopes for this, but not in my wildest dreams did I imagine it would be this awesome. Oh god. Please never stop.
I said it before, but your Azog voice- it just. It slays me. Pure perfection, I tell you. And your style! So vivid and mesmerising. Please, give me more.
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