"Ishkhaqwi ai durugnul!" The dwarf king roars, and there is a phrase he knows - there is the ferocity he craves to extinguish. Thorin struggles so valiantly, but joints dislocated upon the rack prove useless and weak, his wounds deep and many, and the howl of pain he cannot fully muffle is like music, filling him with the pleasure of war drums in the night and a strong weapon in his hand, the satisfaction of steel rending flesh. It is a beautiful thing, and he dismounts smoothly, caressing his snow-white warg as he draws near, crouches to the fallen monarch's height.
"You may try, little prince - just as I spat upon the corpse of your grandfather at the mouth of his conquered hall." He reached out, slowly, to run the claws of his false arm along the side of the dwarf's bruised and bloodied face, cocking his head toward his mount, who bares garishly-stained fangs, awaiting its master's command. "She hungers, Dwarf. Shall I feed her?" This, whispered in his enemy's ear, feeling the heat of his sweat as he trembled in his agony. "
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"Come and be done with it, you filth!" Oakenshield rasps, with as much fervor as his weakening body can manage. He has forced himself back to his knees by some reservoir of strength he should not have possessed, but he seems unable to push himself any farther, and he tilts his bloodied face back in a gesture of dogged defiance, baring his throat, daring him. He is not blind to his ploy, knows the look of one who thinks himself noble, drawing the executioner's axe from the throats of his fellows and onto himself, but there is a thought that comes to The Defiler, pushing schemes of torture aside - the dwarf wants to die
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this is your first fill? i'm amazed at the quality of your writing, and ridiculously excited to see where you'll take this.
your voices for the great goblin and for azog are p e r f e c t, by the way. i love, love, love this fill, i keep it close to the (hell-)fires of my heart.
Jesus, you have no idea how amazing this fic is to me. I adore Azog and the Goblin King's interactions, and I'm absolutely dying to see what happens next. Your writing style is fucking beautiful, and it reads so smoothly, I can see everything happening in my head like a particularly vivid dream. Please never stop.
For anyone wondering what Thorin's line in Khuzdul meant, it translates to 'I spit on your grave'. Funnily enough, a few decades after this fic is set, Gimli will be saying that to Haldir. xD
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
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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.
I just have to tell you that this, this is on the top of my to do list for the day. Your fic has got real drive, and I am loving how you're not neglecting anything. A lot of things happen, and it has me scrolling up for a second reading to check on the dwarves are ok etc......... (and I'm like plz let them be okay etc). So plz more?
Oh, god, please let the other dwarves be okay - your fic gives me chills. It's so beautifully written, too.
(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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Jesus, I have no words.
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"You may try, little prince - just as I spat upon the corpse of your grandfather at the mouth of his conquered hall." He reached out, slowly, to run the claws of his false arm along the side of the dwarf's bruised and bloodied face, cocking his head toward his mount, who bares garishly-stained fangs, awaiting its master's command. "She hungers, Dwarf. Shall I feed her?" This, whispered in his enemy's ear, feeling the heat of his sweat as he trembled in his agony. " ( ... )
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Your Goblin voice is spot-on, by the way.
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your voices for the great goblin and for azog are p e r f e c t, by the way. i love, love, love this fill, i keep it close to the (hell-)fires of my heart.
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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 ( ... )
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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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