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Harad Wind (2/?)

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Finally the second part! This time I was impatient XD I could'nt wait to upload it..
I'm sorry that it's less than the first part. German sentences are so much longer than english ones. öÖ ...

If something is wrong with the spelling, the grammar OR anysthing else. Tell me! I'll correct it then.

The translation for the dialogues are on the bottom!
Have fun reading :) :wave:

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Fandom: The Hobbit
Characters: Aurian (OC), Thorin (by Tolkien)
Pairing: none




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At first she stared up to the smith indignantly.
She remembered the first time someone had touched her.

It had been the son of a cook, only a lad.

She for herself had been of the age, in which she had become aware of her legs and had wanted to know how fast she could run. She remembered the slippery stairs of light sandstone and marble, which had led to the chambers and kitchens. As an infant she had fallen rare, but that day she had slipped and had nearly fallen down the stairs. But some hands had graped her in time.

Calpar, the 12-yearold kitchen boy, had been executed for this insult two days later.

Back then she had been too young to understand, but she remembered Calpar.
She understood that his intensions had been about keeping her save.
This time it was on purpose. This man touched her without thinking twice.
He didn't play fair. He acted against the rules!

Fearless

He turned her little hand and took a look on the cut with his icy eyes.

Caring

For a moment she was still, but then Calpar came back to her mind.
When her nurses discovered her – bleeding and in the hands of a common smith- the guards of her family would kill him. Like hit by lightning, Aurian began to fight his iron grip. Like a frightened foal, she pulled heavily on her hand and tried to free herself, but he wouldn't let go.

"Calm down! I won't hurt you!", she heard him growling. She could not understand his words, but his low and rough voice was filled with confusion.
He truly had no idea of the consequences.

*"Nein, los lassen!", she hissed quietly and kept fearful eyes out for her nurses.
Oh, how close they were.
As she discovered them, she started to fidget, her heart beating fast and no matter how hard she tried to get free. She had no chance. Pleading she looked up to him.


"Bitte, du verstehst das nicht. Du darfst mich nicht anfassen!", she hissed imploring and tried to get free by beating his forearm. Finally his grip loosened and she slipped out of his hands. But in the paniced rush she forced herself in to get free, she wasn't able to hold her balance.
Aurian fell backwards in the rain on the heavily overflooded street.
As she landed in a big puddle, she heard a womans disastrous scream.

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Thorin turned the little hand and took a look on the deep cut.  
Dark red blood ran down his tanned skin and dripped to the ground.
The dwarf prince signed. Wasn't the work he had to do, the responsibility to his remaining family enough to bare? His appraising gaze wandered to the childs face and was met by two indigant, blue eyes.

The child seemed confused and fearful, like thunder had scared and frozen it.
He knew this expression from his sister-sons.
For a while the child would stand still and try to deal with the pain and sight of it's own blood, before bursting out in tears.
He expected it.

But it did not cry.
Instead of sobbing it started to fight against his attempt to treat the cut. It tried to get free.

Aule, what now?!

"Calm down! I won't hurt you!", he growled and tried to get the child still with his other hand on its shoulder.
He could not understand what happened, what did he do wrong. What had frigthened that child so much?

He saw its scared wide eyes, like two restless oceans, the paniced gazes to the street and he knew, it wanted to get to the crowd of strange women. Probably to tell them, what happened.
Then he would have to explain. To them and the greedy bastard, who runs the smith.

"Nein, los lassen!", he heard the quiet hissing voice of a girl. A scared girl, not crying at all after she cut herself deep. He could not understand! Normaly any child would've screamed for his parents.
She took another look outside the smithing tent and fidgeted hard.
"Bitte! Du verstehst das nicht!", he heard her now trembling voice as she started to punch his forearm.
"Du darfst mich nicht anfassen!"
Now Thorin had enough!
Her words made no sense and she was shaking her body and pulled on her hand so hard, that it was impossible for him to take care of her cut. Damn those strange people with their strange tongues and strange behavior. Hadn't he already decided that this people are not his business?
With the thought that this wasn't his concern, he let her go and she stumbled backward out of his hands.
He looked into her frightened eyes as she fell into the pouring rain and landed in a puddle.
That was not his intention.

Aule!

"Mind your steps, girl.", he grumbled into his short beard and stepped outside in the rain, to help her to the feet, as he heard a shrieking voice.
He raised his gaze, as four chattering, veiled women dragged the fallen and sodden girl out of the puddle and especially away from him.
Thorin narrowed his brow, as he saw how they carefully investigated, examined and coddled the little thing, as if she was precious and fragile as christal. They acted like a bunch of gooses and the look of how they coddled and clucked was absurd, almost laughable.
Only the offspring of some human lords would be pampered like that.
He didn't laugh at all. It was disgusting.
But as he watched the child, he wondered. She stared to the ground, saying not a word and hiding her bleeding hand in her veils. He saw some black spots on her tunik, where the noble fabric had absorbed the blood. She didn't want to show them.
Alas, she was with her people, he thought grumbling, and they would take good care of her.

He raised an eyebrow and then turned off, shaking his head, as one of the women suddenly pulled her left arm up so all could see.
The little hand was bloodied.
Four women went silent, with choked thorats and then they looked slowly up to him in horror ...


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"No, let go!"

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"Please! You don't understand! You can not touch me!"
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TygrisLily's avatar
smf.  *worries*