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Azof and the Cult of the Scorpion Goddess	By : kspence Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 2995 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The girl from the temple -
Yildiz wasn’t running alongside of Azof anymore and that meant the - thing from the tunnel had probably got her.
Azof spurred himself on to run, harder. He’d seen the size of those pincers. That girl was gone.
Looking backwards over his shoulder, Azof saw that the passageway behind him was glowing with a blue-white, phosphorescent light. At that moment the high-pitched chittering buzz - the sound of the queen that was filling his head - escalated sharply, and became a painfully acute shriek. Azof staggered sideways, clasping his hands to his ears – hands that he now noted were also shining slightly in the dark – glowing with that same peculiar colour, a dead-cold eldritch blue.
Azof moaned with a deep thrill of fright because he knew that meant that somehow, he still had the queen’s damned essence in him, too.
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They had been going for only a short time when they came to a split in the tunnel. Yildiz, deliberately slowing her pace, had dodged left as Azof veered right - and for an instant he considered turning back to follow her, but the Queen’s light behind him was brightening and had increased to such an extent that he knew the scorpion would soon be upon him.
Azof struggled onward, knowing all the while he ought to go back to find her.
He didn’t.
Azof struggled on but his pace slowed, and got slower. At length he stopped in his tracks. He had turned to go back for the girl, was already making his way back, back towards the Queen’s terrifying light - and then Yildiz was hailing him, running up fast behind him from the other end of the corridor.
“The little ones!” she cried. “Give them to me!”
But Yildiz wasn’t alone. Azof saw to his horror that accompanying her were serried ranks of lesser scorpions, smaller than their gigantic mother but grown as large as squat-legged, dog-sized beasts. They moved as a pack, surging forwards in a line three scorpions deep around Yildiz, a joint-limbed, chittering assemblage that filled the floor of the cavern, side to side. Some clung to the walls and others had taken to the ceiling and as one they advanced on Azof horribly, moving with equal ease whether they were right-side up, on the walls sideways or even hanging upside down. Their waves of rage, their near-palpable collective fury hit Azof with wounding force, so utterly incensed were they by the affront that he - an insignificant, inferior creature - had given them and, overwhelmed by their psychic onslaught, the young Orc could do nothing else but take to his heels and run.
Their sights were set on him and he fled, unthinkingly until in no time he was back at the split in the passageway where Yildiz had first left him alone.
Azof had not noticed in his early flight, but the walls of the passage narrowed significantly here, to the extent that the Scorpion Queen was unable to follow any further. But she was still there waiting at the mouth of the tunnel, waiting to cut off his escape.
All lit by the Queen’s eerie, glowing phosphorescence now came Yildiz, at the vanguard of her smaller scorpion army. They teemed and hissed and chattered round her ankles as she approached, stepping delicately between their claws, completely composed and all serene.
Azof, his head hanging down with exhaustion, slumped against the wall of the cavern and unshouldered his make-shift carry-sack, shaking and squeezing it so as to cause the baby scorpions within to skitter their claws and shriek. Their mother’s reaction was immediate and violent; in the wider passageway outside she reared up onto her back legs and reached and stabbed with her pincers into the narrow tunnel-mouth, trying to snag a hold on Azof, just out of reach. The sound and pressure inside the young Orc’s head intensified; built and built until his eyeballs felt hot in their sockets. Dark blood gushed from his nostrils and he screamed and wept and gibbered, wondering if his ears had also started to bleed.
“You must not!” Yildiz shrieked. She winced and shook her head slightly, the only sign she gave that the terrible noise was affecting her too. “Give the bag to me! Now!”
Azof held it out to her. “Then come and fucking take it!”
“I try to take – earlier! Why else you think I go with you?”
Perhaps Azof had thought – something rather different, but that hardly mattered now. The pain in his ears was excruciating and he fell to the floor, curling up on his side, hands clamped either side of his aching head. As the girl stooped down to collect her precious scorpions, he pleaded with her, weakly.
“Yildiz – Yildiz! ‘Elp me, please!”
She just stepped over him, stepped right over him as if he wasn’t lying in a heap at her feet and continued on her way.
One of the smaller scorpions scuttled nearer and speared its piercing mouth-parts through the back of Azof’s hand. He kicked it away but now the others were coming closer, closing hungry ranks all around him. Soon the young Orc was surrounded completely.
Azof gave it one last try, speaking to the girl’s rapidly-receding back.
“Yildiz,” he called after her. “You said we was to go forth in joy didn’t c’her? But just look at the state ‘a me. I ain’t a willing sacrifice. Nowhere near, I’m telling yer. I’m just not.”
He’d never know what she said to them, exactly, but after the longest pause, during which Azof lay, despairing, more than he sat waiting on tenterhooks, Yildiz stopped. And then she said – something – to the scorpions that surrounded him. A moment of indecision, and then the ones between Azof and the far end of the corridor fell back, leaving a little space, just barely enough of a space through which an Uruk, injured to the extent that he was otherwise unable to regain his feet might venture to crawl.
“You go now,” Yildiz told Azof, not turning to look as doggedly, the injured Orc dragged himself forward, through the cleared space and past the lesser scorpions. “Go quickly, and never come back.”
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