Thranga Thokthakmor

To see her smile and say that filled his heart with warmth, though his smile faltered slightly at her next words. All these years, and she had never told her…?

“… Well… Why don’t we tell her?”

The rogue was surprised and it showed. Her eyes studied him for any hint of anger or something towards her revelation.

"I thought you would be angered." Her eyes were down cast as she stepped away from his touch. Even though she hadn't told Shel in order to protect her, she still felt terrible keeping it secret from her. "We were trying to hide all this time. If she had knew who her blood ties were and they captured her..." It was hard to tell if she was giving him of her reasoning or trying to convince herself.

“My rates vary depending on the target." The rogue listed off the reasons for a possible price increase. "If they're a rather difficult adversary, some sort of nobility...you get the picture." She held up her hand before before the other could speak.

( COLOURS ) red. crimson. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. teal. silver. white. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. cream. mint green. bubblegum pink. black. sky blue. pale jade.

( ELEMENTS ) fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

( BODY ) claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. neck. shoulders. legs. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. fingernails. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos. athletic. hair. fur.

( WEAPONS ) fists. legs. sword. dagger. spear. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items .magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. teeth. stealth. strategy.

( MATERIALS ) gold. silver. copper. platinum. titanium. rose gold. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. chiffon cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon.

( NATURE ) grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. sand. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef.beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond.

( ANIMALS ) lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons.

( FOODS/DRINKS ) sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk.

( HOBBIES ) music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. singing. martial arts. war tactics. self-defense.electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. studying. acting.

( STYLE ) lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. ankle boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. beanie hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves.socks. masks. mittens. cowls. braces.watches. glasses. sun glasses. straw hat. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ribbons. hoodie.sweater. converses. tennis shoes. boxers. briefs. boxer briefs. shorts. cargo. cropped pants. crop top. cuffed pants.

( MISC ) balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. growth. decay. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. journal. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. clan. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. spring. summer. autumn. winter. farmland. countryside. suburban. village.

“No, don’t blame yourself.”

He reached out, gently trailing the tips of his fingers alongside her arm. “You’re both here now… You’re home… And, I believe Shel has already made a name for herself here.”

After a moment, Bolg attempted a smile in the hopes that this would bring some form of reassurement to Thranga. 

“Have you not heard of the sickness that had been passing through here? And now that I’m back, there isn’t even a single trace of this illness to be found in anyone! From what I have heard, it was because of Shel. She saved everyone… I believe she has quickly found a place in the hearts of many.”

At the mention of what Shel has done for the clan in the few weeks she’s been here, it made Thranga smile a little back. Shel always cared about living things doesn’t matter if they were people, animals, or nature itself. Her daughter had a deep connection with everything that had a “spirit” she claimed hear.

It had been such a long time… Holding Thranga again brought a comfort that he had not had in so, so long. And, maybe a bit of comfort to her too… Oh, he could not put it into words how happy he was.

When at last she spoke, Bolg pulled away(With a slight sniffle) to look at her.

“Shel… Your daughter… It was thanks to her that I found you,” he started in a soft whisper ; and, smiling, he rested his forehead against hers.

“I know…”

After hearing his words, she closed her eyes fighting back the sting of tears she felt.

“If I hadn’t been careless or faster back then...she would’ve lived a better life here. She would’ve been born into a clan that adores her.” She took a step back from him, crossing her arms to hold herself. Thranga always felt it was her fault she was captured all those years ago; why her daughter had lead a life of running and hiding until now.

“Y-yes,” the Chieftain answered with a nod of his head.

Honestly, with how long it had been, it would have been a wonder if Thranga hadn’t forgotten where everything was… But whether or not she remembered or not, he would help her get there.

When they did arrive, he couldn’t help but to hug her again.

Thranga remembered how much Bolg enjoyed physical comfort between them. It wasn’t a surprised that he constantly wanted to hold her in his arms after all this time. She was quite certain this wouldn’t let up for a long while, but honestly she did not mind. In fact, she wanted to be in the closest proximity she could with him.

Her head nuzzled against his neck as she embraced him back. They stood there in silence for a time they didn’t bother keeping track of. It was Thranga who broke their peace after she let out a long relaxed sigh.

In spite of Thranga’s little remark, Bolg could not help but smile - even chuckle a little. “Sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”

He took in a deep, almost trembling breath as he held the rogue in his arms. “I’ve missed you so, so much,” he said in a soft voice, nuzzling his nose on the top of her head in an affectionate manner.

Thranga closed her eyes. Honestly, she didn’t expect to see him again in her life time. It was a bit sad to admit, but she had given up that hope some years ago. She wasn’t mad he wasn’t able to find her sooner; she was just felt a wave of relief after all this time.

They could’ve spent longer just ignoring all others as they embraced, but then Thranga heard Shel mumble a bit from where she stood awkwardly. The rogue slowly moved out of Bolg’s embrace, but still held his hand.

“There’s something I need to discuss with you in private.” Her voice was quiet enough so only Bolg could hear her. After a few moments of silence, not wanting to move away from him just yet, she moved to speak with Shel.

The young shaman instantly started asking her mother many questions which Thranga shushed her gently. “Later. I promise tonight we will talk.” Shel gave a frown, but she reluctantly agreed. Before she left, the young Orc looked to Bolg for a moment. Then she went off, possibly back to the healing tent.

Bolg was equally as stunned… Often times, he would dream of seeing her again ; yet each time, he would awaken, and come to that sad realization that she was nowhere to be found. Worse were the dreams in which he found her in the state she was in back in the dungeons of Dol Guldur.

After a moment, he took a step forward. And another. On his third, he quickened his steps until he stood before the rogue. He reached down, taking her hand and holding it to his cheek, to feel the warmth of her fingers to confirm that this really was no dream.

“Thranga… I’ve found you.”

Only for a moment, did she flinch when she grabbed her hand. Once she felt that his hand and his face were really there, she look instantly relieved. She caressed his cheek, then her finger tips traced down along his jaw to his neck. There her hand rested on the mark she gave him all those years ago.

It had been so long.

“You took your damn time, didn’t you?” The rogue smirked as she teased, the way she use to with him. Then she moved to embrace him, pressing herself close as she wanted to remember everything about him. The feel of his muscles, his scent, the sound of his voice. Everything she missed.

Word had spread quickly of the Chieftain’s return ; word that would, soon enough, find it’s way to Thranga, and Shel…

As one would imagine, Bolg had been quite concerned for Thranga’s well-being. In fact, inquiring about the rogue was one of the first things he had done when he had returned… To hear that the rogue was back onto her feet brought much relief to the Chieftain ; and when he asked of Shel, he was also quite happy to learn that the little girl had arrived safely as well.

Not only that, but apparently Shel had also earned herself quite the reputation amongst the Orcs of Gundabad as well. Bolg was quite aware of the sickness that had befallen the Orcs, and he was surprised when he learned that she had helped them greatly during his absence.

Bolg was quick to seek the both of them out ; and though his body ached from the strain of travel, seeing Thranga again was his top priority. And when he found her…

“Thranga.”

Early morning, Thranga awoke to people bustling outside in a hurry. As she rose from her bed, she winced a little as her healing wounds still felt a bit sore. Shel was about to tell her to rest some more, but then one of Bolg’s own personal guards quickly entered the healing tent. He looked about until he found Thranga and went to her.

“Chieftain Bolg has returned and he is asking for you.”

The rogue stilled. She technically hadn’t seen Bolg yet after all these years. She had been told he was the one who saved her, but she was out of it the whole time. Thranga could only imagine how he must’ve been if he’d seen her at her worse. Those last days she remembered in the dungeon were not pretty.

Quickly, she got out of bed despite her daughter telling her to be careful. She was out of the tent and off in a brisk stride, with Shel tailing behind her. The rogue spotted the crowd around the scouts and a few other Orcs Thranga faintly recognized, but no Bolg. She made her way back through the encampment, headed for the Chieftain’s old quarters. She didn’t have to travel far until she saw him.

After they had parted ways with Folred and Eruol, Bolg and his small party of Orcs made their way through the dark and twisted forest, taking care not to wander into a spider’s nest, or cross paths with the Orcs of Dol Guldur once again. They had managed to put a good distance between themselves and the dark fortress, but there was still a long ways to go ; and while the Elf had given Thranga some extra time, Bolg wasn’t entirely certain that she would have made it the whole way…

It was on the third day from their breakout that a Scout - one of Bolg’s own - happened upon them.

Bolg had asked where the rest of the Orcs had gone. The scout had answered, saying that they had made it out of the forest with Shel, and that he had come back to see what had become of the Chieftain… Since the scout was on Warg-back, Bolg had concluded that it would be best to send the rogue with him.

“Take her. Ride back to Gundabad with haste. She needs help,” he had told the scout…

Whether or not Thranga would survive, he would not know…

Three weeks had passed, before the Chieftain returned to Gundabad at last.

During the next couple of weeks, Shel fused over her mother and would scold her every time she tried to move from her bed. She would laugh at how her child was the one acting as the fussy parent. Really, Thranga could fault her for her worry, especially after all that happened. Eventually, she managed to convince her daughter she needed to move or else she’s snap of boredom. Of course, Shel was by her side wherever they went in the encampment.

Thranga was surprised to discover how much the clan members adored Shel. They always smiled at her, brought her food they made, or comment on what a fine She-Orc she was. Apparently, when Shel first arrived with Bolg’s scouts, there was a illness going about that was affecting the young Orclings and the elder ones. It was thanks to Shel’s shamanistic healing that many lives were saved as a result.

That’s when the Orcs here started to admire her and the admiration just kept building as she continued to assist and conversed with interest with many of them. Thranga felt a small guilt they were not able to come back sooner, since Shel seemed to enjoy living amongst a Orc clan within the short time frame she had been here.

The ones who adored Shel the most were the eldest of Gundabad. They always made comments that she had the same eyes as “The Pale One” and “you must have a part of his spirit in you.” One elder She-Orc grabbed Shel’s face and looked very closely at her before stating, “Ah, Azog would be proud.” And then left Shel confused without explaining herself.

Thranga decided it was best to not reveal too much to Shel for now. It was true, Bolg was Shel’s father. However, the rogue had kept that secret all these years. If Shel knew her heritage and she was captured, they could easily use her as leverage against Bolg. That and she wasn't sure if they would ever see him again while they were on the run. She didn't want to get Shel's hopes up of meeting her father if fate did not allow it.

She was lost.

Every where was darkness no matter where she went, which wasn’t very helpful. Not to mention whenever she tried to move, her body fought against her with every movement. It got to the point she just sat there for who knows how long. She wasn’t achieving anything by traveling into the seemingly endless abyss.

There was a moment where she heard something that alerted her attention. It was distant, but sounded familiar. When she closed her eyes, she felt a warmth embrace her and the sound a bit more clearly. It sounded sorrowful which tugged at her heart with a strange ache. Soon, the warmth and sound was gone. She heard it a few more times and she tried to concentrate on its familiarity. Eventually, she was able to decipher it was a voice, one she’s heard before that made her swell with hope. It spoke to her to “hold on” and to “come back to me.”

Who are you?

After some time, that voice and warmth stopped altogether. She was left alone in the void once more. There she sat in the darkness, alone, until she heard another sound. This time, the sound made her heart shatter as she soon discern it was crying. Then the voice was shouting through their sadness, not at her, but at others. What others were there though? Many times after that, she heard the voice speak softly to her and ask her to “find your way back.” Perhaps some more time had past, but eventually a word hit her like a crashing wave.

“Mother.”

Thranga’s eyes shot open as she looked about around where she was laid. Her hand searched all about the bed for a hand which she grasped tightly. Shel’s head shot up from the sleep she had drift off to. Thranga’s daughter choked back a sob as they hugged each other tightly.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.” She shushed the shaking shaman as she pet her head. After a few more tears and some more comfort, Shel was able to inform her mother what happened. After they split, Shel ran into the Chieftain of Gundabad while in Mirkwood. She explained how he was determined to get Thranga back and even offered protection for Shel.

“… But, what of you?”

Eruol offered Bolg a kind smile while Folred just started to look more impatient. “We’ve handle everything on our own for years together. We’re use to eluding both Elf and Orc.”

“Except for the one time we got caught. You know, that prison that was our summer home for twenty years?” The Elf’s snide comment just made Eruol chuckled again. “Look, we’re going to leave because my magical Elf ears can hear many footsteps running towards our direction.” With that, Folred began to walk with Eruol off into the direction of a heavily wooded section of the forest.

Not once did he take his attention from Folred, watching the Elf with a wary eye as he applied the collected plants to the rogue’s wounds. For all Bolg knew, he could have been poisoning her. However, as mentioned before, the Elf was of great help in their escape. And he seemed to have the trust of an Orc.

… Then again, Eruol wouldn’t have been the first Orc to have been a poor judge of character. But for what it was worth, the Elf seemed… Honest enough.

Before long, Thranga’s breaths became more noticeable, and the Chieftain looked upon her with renewed hope… Not only had the Elf aided them in their escape, but he had also given the rogue a better chance at survival.

“I owe you my life.”

“No.” Folred pointed a finger at Bolg and gave him a stern look. “No no no. You don’t owe me anything. The last Orc to tell me that hasn’t left me alone for sixty years.” The elder Orc burst out a laugh which cause the Elf to glare at his companion.

Normally, the Orc Chieftain would be loathe to put his trust in an Elf… However, it was thanks to him that they escaped.

“I don’t care… As long as it gives her a better chance of survival,” hissed Bolg. “You heard the Elf!” He then looked to his comrades. “Go!”

Folred half expected the Orcs to return with just random weeds they thought were correct. Luckily, he could pick the ones he needed out of the mixed pile of plants they brought back. He took the plants and rubbed them between his palms pressed together. The Elf looked up while mouthing something, he was trying to remember the words correctly.

"Tch...it goes... tolo dan - tolo dan nan..." He kept repeating to himself, trying to remember the full phrase. Then Eruol cleared his throat.

"Wasn't it galad?" The elvish word sounded very strange when spoken by an Orc.

When he looked upon the rogue once more, he had felt that all-too familiar feeling of one’s heart dropping. He held her hand, pressing it gently against his cheek… That was when he felt something ; a slight twitch in her fingers. 

He drew a quick breath. Alerted, he leaned down, pressing his ear against the rogue’s chest, listening for the beat of her heart… There! Soft, and quiet, but it was there!

“She lives!”

But surely not for long, in this state…

“We need to get her help. And quick!”

Eruol looked to Folred who shifting anxiously where he stood. Personally, the Elf just wanted to leave with his companion, but the old Orc wasn’t willing to move out yet. Folred looked shook his head. “You know I’m not a healer.”

“Don’t all elves know at least one healing spell?” Eruol raised his brows, looking as if he already knew the answer.

“That’s a terrible stereotype.” He argued staring down his companion before sighing as he moved towards Bolg and Thranga. “A stereotype that’s true...” The Elf mumbled the last bit as he moved to kneel next to the injured rogue. “I don’t do the fancy healing with pretty words others of my kind do, but I can hopefully do enough to stall death for now.”