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Fallen Woman
Saruman surveyed the foundries under Isengard, satisfied. The hot air from the forges still pressed on his back as he walked towards the Uruk-hai birthing pits.
The Uruk-hai, fallen men, had yet to be born; none had yet laid eyes upon them. Glancing at the pits, Saruman smiled again. The sacs in the roiling urple, olive, and puce mud were swelling promisingly.
An orc beckoned him to a pit on the far side of the cavern. It was time! Saruman picked up his pace. The ultimate weapon was being born at last!
As the birthing sac swelled upwards, Saruman noticed something that seemed slightly awry. The mud in this pit had lost much of its puce and olive hue, and was now entirely urple, pink, and purple. Instead of being merely sickening, it was now sickeningly beautiful. Maybe this is normal, Saruman hoped. After all, none of these have ever —
His thoughts were cut short by the sac's popping. Saruman stared, horrified, at the nightmare that approached.
This was no fighting Uruk-hai, no creature to instill fear in the hearts of all who saw it.
No, this was an attractive seventeen-year-old girl with long, blond hair that reached all the way down her back and eyes that changed color when she moved. She was also fully clothed, wearing a beautiful powder-blue dress with many beautiful bows and silk flowers scattered across it in a beautiful design.
Saruman would have found the overall effect quite sickening. Well, he would have if he hadn't been so bust berating his geneticist orcs.
"WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THAT PIT?"
The orcs shrank away, cowed, knowing that nothing they could do or say would stop their master's anger, or their eventual fate.
Several hours later, Saruman was still fuming. The orcs responsible had been dealt with, of course, but still! His weapon had been a failure. He gnashed his teeth as he stared, unseeing, out the window, not noticing a small blue speck near the horizon.
Little did he know that that blue speck was none other than the girl who could have been his ultimate weapon, making her way north from Isengard to Rivendell.
OK, I know someone else's story inspired this, but I forget whose. :-\ Oh well, they're prolly in my faves n e ways.
