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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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Seeing that he was faced with three unarmed and apparently defenceless women, Rugratz visibly relaxed. He stepped out in front of the other Orcs, swaggering, and bared his teeth in an ugly grin. “Oh-ho!” he said. “So it’s a welcome you wanna offer us, is it?”
Narkul stepped up behind Rugratz and thumped him. “She just said that, didn’t she?”
Ignoring him, the other Orc went and stood very close to the lead priestess and outright leered at her, looking her up and down. “But ain’t c’her scared? Three lone women out ‘ere in this dump in the desert?”
(‘Dump?’ Azof thought to himself vaguely. Hadn’t he just this minute been standing in a crypt bounded by shining columns of vast, unearthly height? Hadn’t he not long ago been contemplating his miserable reflection in a depthless vault of polished stone? What about the terrific sense of awe and distance – nameless dread, formless fear, et cetera? )
“This citadel is home to our order,” the tall priestess replied, still quite serene, “and we are not alone. There are many others like us here.”
“Just a load more frightened women, I’ll warrant,” Rugratz scoffed.
“But there is no reason for us to fear,” the second-in-command said. “You three were invited and are most welcome – tonight you are our welcome, honoured guests.”
“The guests are welcome,” the three women chanted in unison.
“All three are welcome,” they went on, and again -
“You three are welcome here.”
Nonplussed, the Orcs exchanged glances with one other.
“If you are hungry,” the first priestess told them, “then you must surely eat.” She gestured expansively, and the smoke that was in the Orcs’ eyes must have cleared for a moment (or something), because they could now see that she was showing them what appeared to be a fully laden dinner-table away at the far end of the cavern / room. It was overflowing with fruit, roast spitted meat, cooked grains and all sorts of exotic viands in general.
Narkul regarded the very generous spread the priestesses had laid on with a suspicious eye. “Done all of this for us, have you?” he said. “S’good of you. ‘Course, I’ve never been one to put much store in all that foreign muck.”
“Then if you’re thirsty,” the second priestess added, “there is wine for you to drink,” and she was now actually holding in her arms an earthenware pitcher full of it. It was a sizeable vessel, wide and deep, and Azof wondered how it could be that he hadn’t noticed her carrying such a cumbersome object before.
“Drop ‘a the local vintage, is it?” Rugratz said, stepping towards her eagerly, as the woman handed him a brimming mug of red-black coloured liquid. “Well! I’m not saying this won’t hit the spot!
“Nah, nah, nah,” Narkul said, collaring him and shaking his head vigorously. “Rugratz, woss’ wrong wiv you?” And then to the priestesses - “we’re not gonna be falling for this trick! Think we all come down in the last shower? We know what carry-on you got for dealing wiv’ thieves, and that, out ‘ere! We touch any of that lot an’ you’ll call for the guards and ‘ave our hands chopped off or somethink, for sure.”
“I assure you, there are no guards. This is no trick.”
Narkul drew back in horror. “The stuff’s poisoned!?”
“It is not.”
He thought about that for a moment. “Ha! Then I know how this goes! We eat even the tiniest speck a’ that lot, an’ ten-to-one we lose track a’ time and end up h’inadvertently finding ourselves imprisoned ‘ere for – well, how long you reckon, Azof?”
The young Orc looked worried. “Now you’re askin,’ Nark. Wouldn’t wanna call it – could be anythink between ‘forever’ an’ ‘half a year’.”
“Yeah. What he said,” Narkul nodded. “Is that the way of it?”
The priestess smiled and shook her head.
“So where’s the catch then?” Narkul said sceptically. “You’re not telling me you lot ain’t going to want to get paid for all this booze an’ grub an’ whatnot eventually?”
“The only payment we will ever ask would be a fully - voluntary giving,” the tall priestess assured him.
Narul snorted. “Yeah, right. I’ve ‘eard that one before. An’ just s’posing we don’t fancy volunteering?”
“Then nothing will be asked of you.”
“Listen, lads, listen,” Rugratz put in eagerly. “I reckon I’ve twigged what this is all about. It’s only what’s writ their ‘oly book, is’nit? Gotta always be hospitable to visitin’ strangers, and that. Them’s their rules, wot they has to live by.”
“Think so? What about you, Azof? Think milady’s being straight wiv’ us?”
“I dunno, Nark. Free food and booze on tap seems a bit too good to be true, dunnit?”
Narkul nodded vigorously. “I’ll say.”
“Then fack the two of you,” Rugratz told him, draining his wineglass, “I’m going to fill me boots!”
Guided by the tall priestess, he set off towards the waiting feast.
After a moment’s pause the second priestess smiled seductively, and said -
“There are other pleasures that we may offer you.”
Narkul blinked at her, mystified.
“You have drunk the milk of poppy? Tasted the apples of the sun?   All the herbs of truth and of forgetfulness, we have them here – the greatest bounty from which you may choose!”
Narkul blinked at her, still no less mystified than he had been before. “Come again?”
“If you wish not food or drink, then there are other diversions we may offer. Other ways of seeing and for you, in your turn, to be seen.” From the folds of fabric swathing her arms the woman withdrew a long and richly-carved smoking pipe, the bulbous bowl of which was coated with a tarry-looking, acrid and yet sweet-smelling residue. She offered the pipe to Narkul, holding it out to him in outstretched hands.
“Oh, well in that case,” Narkul said, stepping towards her with a wide grin, “since you’ve obviously put in all this effort, thought of everythink so to speak, seems it’d be rude not to take you up on something. Stands to reason, doesn’it?” And then calling back over his shoulder – “Azzles? You coming? Reckon you’re up for this?”
Azof shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Erm...I think maybe I’ll stop out here for now, Nark, eh?” His headache was subsiding, but the inside of his skull felt sore and tender, and just then he wanted nothing more than to be left alone. Puffing his cheeks out self-consciously he stepped away from the others, doing his best to stroll off in the most nonchalant-seeming manner possible. When he reached the nearest wall of the chamber he stood there pretending to examine a series of decorations that were cut in low relief into the surface of it.
The third priestess however, had followed him.
“You have a good eye,” she told Azof. “These carvings are the oldest, the most scared here. They show the story of the Blessed Queen of Light.”
“They do, do they? I can’t make head nor tail of it.”
“You would like me to tell you?”
“Well - go on, then,” Azof said.
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