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Azof and the Farmer's Wife	By : kspence Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 9835 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The other Mistress Drew stood looking down at Julienne, having to crane her neck to peer over the great, rounded swell of her belly - for the young woman was very heavily pregnant indeed. Wearing an anxious, pinched and worried expression she was panting for breath following the exertion of her trip out into the garden. Julienne hadn’t seen her namesake since well before her wedding and her figure, where not expanded by her advanced state of gestation was as slender – grotesquely slim and slender, given the size of her abdomen - as it had been when she was a girl.
There was barely even a hint of a chest, and her straight lank hair was so fair and light as to be colourless – the only touch of contrast in her pale, washed-out face coming from her split lip and her freshly-blackened eye.
The two Mistress Drews stared at one another for a moment.
Faced with his pregnant wife, Julienne’s cousin’s ire latched immediately onto the other, newer target. “Didn’t I say you wasn’t to come out the house!” he shouted at the pregnant young woman, his voice escalating from commonplace tones of rage and anger and up into levels of absolute, screaming insanity. “Didn’t I tell you I didn’t want to have to look at your stupid, gormless face no more? No-one wants to have to look at you, so you’d better just fuck off back indoors shouldn’t you, you fat, useless cunt!”
The lifelong partnership between man and woman was obviously not going as well as could be hoped.
Drew staggered back a step and then sat down on the ground heavily, holding a hand to the cut on his forehead that was bleeding freely into his eye. Julienne saw that when she’d been kicking backwards in the darkness of the cellar one of her blows had obviously hit home. She felt a vicious rush of pleasure at the thought.
Meanwhile Cousin Drew’s wife – the girl’s name was Sorrel, Julienne recollected – taking no notice of her husband, had awkwardly squatted down beside her and was trying to help her to her feet. Neither woman was much capable of easy movement just then but they lurched upright together and began to make their way, unsteadily, away from the house.
“You better go, Mistress,” Sorrel told Julienne as they went. “Whatever have you done to make ‘usband Drew go rampaging after you? He’s awful het up about it.”
“Yes, I noticed,” Julienne panted. “I came here looking for my Orc.”
“Got an Orc, have you?” Sorrel said. “Whatever are you finding to do with one of those?” They struggled a few steps further and she added – “much use, your Orc, is he?”
“Oh – he’s...all right,” Julienne said blandly. Given how the last one had ended, she didn’t especially want to enter into another debate about what she and Azof found to do with each other at that particular moment. “But - he’s gone missing, and seems your husband’s had something to do with it.” She stopped and addressed Sorrel directly. “So can you tell me if he’s here, Mistress Drew?”
“I don’t know about any Orc,” the other woman replied, “and I haven’t seen anything. But that don’t mean much. Drew don’t speak to me no more and gen’rly I keep to the house – and out of his business.”
“But is he always like this?” Julienne exclaimed.
“Like what,” Sorrel asked blankly.
“Is he always this – touched in the head?”
“Ay! That. Oh, yes,” Sorrel said.
They were at the start of the path that led from the Drew house.
“Come with me,” Julienne said suddenly. “With the little one coming you’d best get away from here, too.”
Sorrel straightened up, working out a crick in her back and stared at her incredulously. “Get away, is it?” she said. “And stay with who?”
“There must family you can go to.”
“Ah, but they’re his family too,” Sorrel replied grimly, giving her husband a look of barely-contained contempt. “Anyhow, I asked my auntie already and she said I made my bed and now I got to lie in it.”
Julienne shook her head. “Nonsense.   You can stay with me –“
“I’m not leaving Mum and Dad’s house,” Sorrel said flatly. “It’s mine. They always meant me to have it. An’ he’ll be all right.” She nodded at Cousin Drew, who was now lying flat on his back, having apparently fallen into some sort of manly swound. “Won’t lay a hand –“ she touched her bruised cheek ruefully - “don’t think he’s about to lay another hand – on me. Not after last time. Almost got him that time, when he come after me -” she gestured to the pointed kitchen-knife that was looped through the waistband of her skirt -
“- and mostly he only tries to do that when he’s drunk. Which counts for most of the time, I’ll grant you, but now he knows to stay out my way and out the house.” She gave Julienne a bright, empty smile. “Anyway, the bastard’s hoping for a son.”
It was impossible. “You can’t live like this!” Julienne cried.
Sorrel tilted her head and squinted at her. “You reckon?”
She might be trying to be brave about it, but Julienne was appalled by the young woman’s situation. With Sorrel out-right refusing to leave the house however, there wasn’t a lot at that point she could do to help.
“Well then,” she said doubtfully, “the best of luck to you, I suppose. Will you at least have enough help when the baby comes?”
“Oh, I should think so,” Sorrel said lightly. “Knee-deep in cousins and ‘orrible aunties we are, round here.”
The farmer’s wife nodded, trying to suppress her misgivings. Pressing Sorrel’s hand she turned to leave.
“Hey, you,” Sorrel called after her. “Wait a minute. Who are you, anyhow?”
“Oh - I’m - another one of your cousins, Mistress Drew.”
Sorrel sniffed. “That doesn’t tell anybody much.” She regarded Julienne sidelong, considering.   “Know what? Think I do recognize you. You’re her that went to live up the black mountain, aren’t you?”
“That’s right,” Julienne replied. “What of it?”
“Nothing! It’s just you looks - different.”
“Oh,” Julienne said, gingerly touching the cut on her cheek Drew had given her. “Well, last time you saw me I probably hadn’t just been clobbered in the face.”
“No,” Sorrel replied, “you’ve gone a bit rag-tag maybe, but that’s not it. You’re not looking half so fed-up as last time I saw you. Looks like something’s perked you up a bit.” The young woman’s smile took on a definitely mischievous air. “Maybe you’ve found something to do with that Orc you been looking for and it’s given you a little pick-me-up. You’ve found something he’s good at, maybe? ”
Julienne did her best to look noncommittal. “Maybe.”
“Yes!” Sorrel crowed. “I have heard about you.”
**
So Julienne returned to her farmhouse, weary and empty-handed. Her visit to the village had yielded not much in the way of a practical outcome, but she was at least now in possession of two pieces of information: that Azof was to some extent being detained (or even held prisoner) by her cousin, and that her acquaintances in the village, while not unanimously hostile to her position, weren’t likely to offer any useful assistance.
It occurred to Julienne that the easiest course of action would be for her to simply let sleeping dogs lie. Yes, she’d fought with her husband’s cousin, but that was nothing new and the trouble would likely enough be forgotten about if she took care to keep out of his way over the next month or two. With Azof out of commission there was no reason for her not to return to her old solitary life. It was obviously the most sensible, straighforward option, and would be best for everyone involved.
Except that -
The prospect of never seeing Azof again, and especially after they way they last parted, was something Julienne found she couldn’t bear to think about for long. Coppey and Sorrel Drew had both commented - and independently too - how much happier she’d been since the Orc began his visits and it was true; she missed him, and would far rather be with Azof by her side.
Taking up her old life, alone on the farm, was out of the question. That meant there was only one other option: Julienne would have to do her best to get Azof back.
So the farmer’s wife packed a knapsack carefully, and started out again next morning. She left a note for Coppey, who’d be coming to the farm to work later, asking him to check her animals daily, until - she dearly hoped there would be an ‘until’ - she got back.
She’d racked her brains but could come up with only one way forward: to go up to the mountain, and find the other Orcs.
And then – presuming she survived the encounter – she’d petition them for help.
What could possibly go wrong with that foolhardy plan?
TBC
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