Disclaimer – Creator of Orcs/Uruk Hai/Elves/Rangers/Hobbits etc isn't me,
but a few of these characters are mine… not the famous ones obviously!!
Author's notes – Okay, I've given the Orc armies ranks that they probably didn't use, but Sergeants and Captains make more sense than making something up! I also know nothing about Orc/Uruk Hai life, society or rituals, so I've taken a little poetic license! Also, I apologise for the lack of the Fellowship but this is an unconventional love story, so as much as I adore Legolas… no romance for HIM this time!! Still, feel free leave a review, I may be asking for suggestions a little later, and enjoy!
An Unconventional Love Story
Chapter one – Trouble in the ranks
CLANG.
The force of the sword hitting her shield reverberated up her arm, almost numbing it, but she managed to keep hold of the heavy metal guard as more blows rained down upon it. In desperation she lunged forward with her spear, past the safety of the shield but the attack did little to help her save expose her to a vicious sword thrust. Dark blood began to soak the dark material of her sleeve where the sword had struck its mark and she dropped the spear with a small squeal of pain. A sneer appeared upon the face of her opponent, and the relentless blows began to pelt down once more. Now weaponless, she was forced to block all the rage-driven attacks with her shield, and her opponent sensed victory. Aiming yet more vicious blows, the Orc drove her backwards, until she stumbled under the weight of the attack. Once on her back below him, he ripped the shield away and prepared to deal the deathblow.
"Good, Nudlik." Sergeant Danglush praised the winning combatant. "Vashlash and Huklog, you will compete next." Nudlik lowered his sword and stretched a dark, wrinkled hand in the direction of his fallen comrade.
"Better luck next time Gorplak."
Gorplak smiled grimly and accepted the assistance to rise. "If I have to face you again I'll need it." She said as a clumsy compliment, for the moment ignoring the pain of the wound he had inflicted upon her. The larger Orc slapped her on the back and walked off to find a new opponent to face. Gorplak wished once again that she had Nudlik's advantages; he was strong as an Ent, taller than most and had been blessed with a face so mangled and ugly that any enemy was half dead just be looking upon him. Gorplak herself still had few battle scars to mar her Orcish features, the most prominent ones having been received from initiation ceremonies, to banish any lingering beauty from her once noble but long forgotten Elvan face.
Finding her legs a little shaky, she joined her fellow companions who had fought their matches already, flopping down under the shadows, away from the horrid, but slowly setting sun. She focused on her wound for a few moments, using the pain to enforce her anger. The hideous Elves would pay the price for her wound, as would the rest of her enemies. It was the anger that drove her on, that and the loyalty to the Dark Master, Lord Sauron. Soon he would show himself to the world again, and all would tremble before him, all but his loyal warriors of which she was so proud to be a part.
"A new scar Gorplak?" A voice interrupted her thoughts. She swung her gaze to the direction it came from, and found herself confronted by a pair of yellow eyes that stared at her lustfully. A smooth, almost unblemished limb wrapped itself around her wrist, pulling her injured arm towards the speaker. "Do you wish me to kiss it better?"
Her lips curled in disgust as he raised it to his lips and licked the slowly decreasing trickle of dark liquid that flowed freely from her veins.
She pulled her arm away from him with a jerk. "Do you wish me to rip your heart out and eat it, Drusbruk?" She asked, her voice showing the disgust she felt at the idea. The twisted figure withdrew the offending hand and placed it mockingly over his heart.
"Your words injure me more than your actions ever could, meltha." Drusbruk said with fake injury in his voice, and Gorplak rose angrily to her feet. It was not his mockery of a compliment that angered her, nor his use of the term 'lover' that he had labelled her, but the language that had spread from his lips.
"How dare you use that foul tongue!" She shouted at him. "You defile Lord Sauron himself by using the language of the enemy!" The others in the small group, who had so far ignored the exchange, all glanced up warily. Drusbruk was a Corporal and Gorplak's open display of hostility did not bode well for her, whether she was right or not. Drusbruk rarely enforced the power of his rank, but when he did, it was not wise to be accused of abetting the guilty party. "You all heard it," She put to them challengingly, but none would answer her statement.
Drusbruk merely smiled at her accusation. "Come, sit down beside me meltha, before you cause a scene." The smile repulsed her, for it showed his even white teeth, no rot or gaps, hideous in the dusky evening light.
"You Elf lover." She spat the insult at him.
At her words, Sergeant Danglush glanced over at the conflict within his squad and limped over to the group, his leg twisted since his Orc birth. "Problems?"
Drusbruk immediately jumped to his feet and saluted, the perfect soldier. "Sir! Gorplak was causing trouble Sir!"
"I was not!" Gorplak protested. "Corporal Drusbruk was using the tongue of the enemy sir. He spoke to me in Elvish." She shuddered as she remembered the horrid sounds in her ears.
"That true Corporal?"
"No SIR!"
"Anyone else hear it?" Sergeant Danglush asked of the rest of the squad. No one answered him; they all shook their heads. Getting on the bad side of Drusbruk was one thing, getting into trouble with the Sergeant quite another. Life wouldn't be worth living, he would have them shipped off to the forests of the Elves where an Orc would spend the rest of his days watching those hideously beautiful creatures… no, silence was a much better option. Sergeant Danglush turned back.
"You're on sentry duty tonight Gorplak, first watch. Punishment for trouble making."
"But sir…" She began to protest again.
"Fine, sentry duty all night. That better for you?" Gorplak knew better than to answer back this time. She merely saluted. "Good." Sergeant Danglush nodded. "Get to your post soldier."
Gorplak retrieved her shield and weapon and marched angrily to the boundary of the camp, ignoring the smirk on Drusbruk's face. She nodded to the sentry that he was relieved and took up her post.
It would be a long night, but it would pass quicker by imagining all the horrid horrid ways that Drusbruk would die. By Gorplak's own hand. She smiled into the oncoming darkness.
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And so it begins! Will update as soon as I can, it may be a week or so, sorry! Still, keep an eye open, the love life of Gorplak is about to get interesting!! Until next time dear reader!!
Author's notes – Okay, I've given the Orc armies ranks that they probably didn't use, but Sergeants and Captains make more sense than making something up! I also know nothing about Orc/Uruk Hai life, society or rituals, so I've taken a little poetic license! Also, I apologise for the lack of the Fellowship but this is an unconventional love story, so as much as I adore Legolas… no romance for HIM this time!! Still, feel free leave a review, I may be asking for suggestions a little later, and enjoy!
An Unconventional Love Story
Chapter one – Trouble in the ranks
CLANG.
The force of the sword hitting her shield reverberated up her arm, almost numbing it, but she managed to keep hold of the heavy metal guard as more blows rained down upon it. In desperation she lunged forward with her spear, past the safety of the shield but the attack did little to help her save expose her to a vicious sword thrust. Dark blood began to soak the dark material of her sleeve where the sword had struck its mark and she dropped the spear with a small squeal of pain. A sneer appeared upon the face of her opponent, and the relentless blows began to pelt down once more. Now weaponless, she was forced to block all the rage-driven attacks with her shield, and her opponent sensed victory. Aiming yet more vicious blows, the Orc drove her backwards, until she stumbled under the weight of the attack. Once on her back below him, he ripped the shield away and prepared to deal the deathblow.
"Good, Nudlik." Sergeant Danglush praised the winning combatant. "Vashlash and Huklog, you will compete next." Nudlik lowered his sword and stretched a dark, wrinkled hand in the direction of his fallen comrade.
"Better luck next time Gorplak."
Gorplak smiled grimly and accepted the assistance to rise. "If I have to face you again I'll need it." She said as a clumsy compliment, for the moment ignoring the pain of the wound he had inflicted upon her. The larger Orc slapped her on the back and walked off to find a new opponent to face. Gorplak wished once again that she had Nudlik's advantages; he was strong as an Ent, taller than most and had been blessed with a face so mangled and ugly that any enemy was half dead just be looking upon him. Gorplak herself still had few battle scars to mar her Orcish features, the most prominent ones having been received from initiation ceremonies, to banish any lingering beauty from her once noble but long forgotten Elvan face.
Finding her legs a little shaky, she joined her fellow companions who had fought their matches already, flopping down under the shadows, away from the horrid, but slowly setting sun. She focused on her wound for a few moments, using the pain to enforce her anger. The hideous Elves would pay the price for her wound, as would the rest of her enemies. It was the anger that drove her on, that and the loyalty to the Dark Master, Lord Sauron. Soon he would show himself to the world again, and all would tremble before him, all but his loyal warriors of which she was so proud to be a part.
"A new scar Gorplak?" A voice interrupted her thoughts. She swung her gaze to the direction it came from, and found herself confronted by a pair of yellow eyes that stared at her lustfully. A smooth, almost unblemished limb wrapped itself around her wrist, pulling her injured arm towards the speaker. "Do you wish me to kiss it better?"
Her lips curled in disgust as he raised it to his lips and licked the slowly decreasing trickle of dark liquid that flowed freely from her veins.
She pulled her arm away from him with a jerk. "Do you wish me to rip your heart out and eat it, Drusbruk?" She asked, her voice showing the disgust she felt at the idea. The twisted figure withdrew the offending hand and placed it mockingly over his heart.
"Your words injure me more than your actions ever could, meltha." Drusbruk said with fake injury in his voice, and Gorplak rose angrily to her feet. It was not his mockery of a compliment that angered her, nor his use of the term 'lover' that he had labelled her, but the language that had spread from his lips.
"How dare you use that foul tongue!" She shouted at him. "You defile Lord Sauron himself by using the language of the enemy!" The others in the small group, who had so far ignored the exchange, all glanced up warily. Drusbruk was a Corporal and Gorplak's open display of hostility did not bode well for her, whether she was right or not. Drusbruk rarely enforced the power of his rank, but when he did, it was not wise to be accused of abetting the guilty party. "You all heard it," She put to them challengingly, but none would answer her statement.
Drusbruk merely smiled at her accusation. "Come, sit down beside me meltha, before you cause a scene." The smile repulsed her, for it showed his even white teeth, no rot or gaps, hideous in the dusky evening light.
"You Elf lover." She spat the insult at him.
At her words, Sergeant Danglush glanced over at the conflict within his squad and limped over to the group, his leg twisted since his Orc birth. "Problems?"
Drusbruk immediately jumped to his feet and saluted, the perfect soldier. "Sir! Gorplak was causing trouble Sir!"
"I was not!" Gorplak protested. "Corporal Drusbruk was using the tongue of the enemy sir. He spoke to me in Elvish." She shuddered as she remembered the horrid sounds in her ears.
"That true Corporal?"
"No SIR!"
"Anyone else hear it?" Sergeant Danglush asked of the rest of the squad. No one answered him; they all shook their heads. Getting on the bad side of Drusbruk was one thing, getting into trouble with the Sergeant quite another. Life wouldn't be worth living, he would have them shipped off to the forests of the Elves where an Orc would spend the rest of his days watching those hideously beautiful creatures… no, silence was a much better option. Sergeant Danglush turned back.
"You're on sentry duty tonight Gorplak, first watch. Punishment for trouble making."
"But sir…" She began to protest again.
"Fine, sentry duty all night. That better for you?" Gorplak knew better than to answer back this time. She merely saluted. "Good." Sergeant Danglush nodded. "Get to your post soldier."
Gorplak retrieved her shield and weapon and marched angrily to the boundary of the camp, ignoring the smirk on Drusbruk's face. She nodded to the sentry that he was relieved and took up her post.
It would be a long night, but it would pass quicker by imagining all the horrid horrid ways that Drusbruk would die. By Gorplak's own hand. She smiled into the oncoming darkness.
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And so it begins! Will update as soon as I can, it may be a week or so, sorry! Still, keep an eye open, the love life of Gorplak is about to get interesting!! Until next time dear reader!!