#AzogxRimkaur

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Just updated my main FanFiction. Let me know what you think if you give it a read. Rimkaur is in much trouble... And Azog... Mmm you have to read to find out!

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My Azog FanFiction got updated today if anyone is into reading on V day!:3

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Lovely FanArt I received today ❤️ They look so young and in Love!

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HEYYY!!! Anyone good at Digital Drawing? And up to drawing my OTP.☺️ Will be compensated of course!

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*Suddenly feels like some wine and fuzzy fur* His body is freaking insane!!!

Art by: (the Caption is also perfect) http://theshieldofoak.deviantart.com/art/Azog-the-De-licious-429961128

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....Her chest heaved, as she strived to control her breathing. She wanted to run as far away if she could, yet in an odd way she wanted to stay. The sudden closeness of his body took her breath away and in turn made her furious, furious at her own body for reacting in this way. Not able to meet his stare she watched the trickle of blood snaking down to his lip. When his fingers unclenched and instead his muscled torso held her up all was a haze, her lips parted and she watched his eyes ignite. Rimkaur's thighs encircled his torso to meet a purr emitting his chest, he wasted no time in running his palms over her smooth leather encased legs. Slender arms held his shoulders as her nails dug into his already scarred skin, leaving faint light-grey trails. She brought her face forth, feeling his feverish breath on her lips, her palms slipped down to his pecks pushing away teasingly. When his onset loosened all he felt is an annoying ache in his thigh as he was forced to kneel once again. Azog stared in confusion for a moment as she stood over him. A shadow flicked past her eyes, she grasped his chin. ....

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Rimkaur did not remember how she clambered over the crag, crossed the lake... Her lungs were burning, head spun, yet she saw everything clearly. They simply gave in, her limbs... Her bare knees left faint trails of her dark-red blood as she ran and collapsed, sliding over the hard icy surface to reach him. Shaking violently in consternation her small hands fumbled to remove his cuirass. A ragged sob caught in her throat had finally freed itself in shuddering gasps. A pool of black mired his chest, letting rivulets of all sizes stain his skin. The sight fueled her fury, ignited something within... There was a fiery current coursing through her limbs, she compressed as hard as she could, but the blood seeped through her slender fingers persistently, pumping still despite the effort. Rim gasped hopelessly, hands slipping over his ribcage, letting the inextricability sink in. Northern winds teased her strands, they flapped at her back like a black flag, she cried out desperately, forcing Azog to blink hard, opening his eyes. He looked at her, stare full with astonished gratitude. As if he hoped, secretly, for her to find her way back... To see her one last time.

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I just updated my original beginning story. Here is a little taste! ;) The large cavern was dark and illuminated by a single torch and the massive fire in the middle of it. This was the smithy. A lot of Orcs darted back and forth, they mostly fixed weapons, just one massive male was hammering the glowing metal tip. Ash huddled in the corner, his left hand held the knife, right one a flintstone, his hunched body bore lacerations and bruises from constant fights he got into, anything and everything fueled his rage. He ran the rounded rock along the tip, sharpening it unhurridely. The small male's face was dark. His brothers were with their grandfather and he was grateful, but the presence of the latter simply reminded him of what happened to his mother. In truth everything reminded him of that. On top of that his father had never returned. The young Orc wondered if he also had perished somewhere. There was a gaping void in his small chest. It's been months and he felt as if he will never be over it. Yes, he never will, his mind clouded, swimming in the depths of viscous thoughts that inadvertently flooded his mind. He straightened curtly shaking off the dust, he had to sleep somewhere.