The Hobbit Imagines

September 29 - Part 2

Second part requested by kajalg123 ; Imagine being raised by Azog and seeing the pain on his face when you fly away with the dwarfs on the Great Eagles.

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When the eagles dropped you off you decided to walk the other way. You weren't sure why the eagles had taken you with them but this wasn't the place you belonged.

There was no place in this world that you could call home.

Home hadn't been with the orc's. Even after all that Azog had done for you, you knew that it wasn't where you were supposed to be.

And home surely wasn't here with the dwarves. They would try to kill you once they got back on their feet. You had been on the side of the orc's after all.

You started descending down the rock when someone called you.

"Where do you think you're going?" The voice was gruff but also filled with concern. It did remind you a little of Azog. Only this voice had more warmth to it.

Slowly, you turned around. There the whole company stood, looking at you with worried expressions.

One dwarf with white hair and an ear trumpet took a few steps towards you. "I know it is all a little hard to understand for ya. For how long have they hold you captive?"he asked.

You frowned. "I-I wasn't held captive. They cared for me... one of them did, I think" you said uncertain. Azog had clearly cared about you. Right?

More and more dwarves now wore a look of pity.

Why were they all treating you like you were the victim here? They had been the ones who were hunted down by the orc's. And you had been hunting with them.

"It is alright. You are safe know" a small creature said. He held his hands in the air as he approached you. The man was a funny little fellow. He had blonde curls and hair on his feet. A lot of hair on his feet. Did he never shave?

"I was safe" you muttered.

A tall man with a strange hat also came closer to you. You quickly took a step back. What were they trying to do?

"Gandalf, stop, the human is clearly afraid of us" said the dwarf who had looked at you before.

His eyes were as blue as the sea early in the morning. His black hair like the comforting darkness at night. He wasn't as threatening as the others. Maybe you could trust him. Only him.

It was because of the look on his face that you had seen when you were chasing the man and his rabbits. A look of disbelief and worry.

Why they were worried about you was still beyond you.

"For how long have you been with them?" he asked.

"You mean captive" a bald dwarf muttered loud enough for you to hear.

The black haired man threw him a side way glance. Was he the leader of this small company?

You looked down at your feet. "I am not sure. Azog said he found me as a baby" you said. Your voice barely above a whisper.

The man held their breath.

"You poor child" the bald dwarf now said out loud.

You didn't really respond. Many thoughts were crossing your mind all at once.

You had always known that you were no orc. The mirrors in your chamber had proven that to you. When you were young you found it confusing that you didn't look like the others. Until Azog had explained everything to you.