Hello! This is my first fanfic, so please tell me how I am doing, and even send in some ideas!

Note: The first Elf that Gorluk sees is Legolas!

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Somewhere on the border of Mirkwood….

Beneath the shade of the trees, a small party of Orc scouts were creeping silently through the forest….all of them were quiet, save one.

"GORLUK!" the captain bellowed, raising a hand for the company to halt. A squeak of fright was heard from one of the Orcs, and a very short one hesitantly stepped forward.

"Y-y-yes?" Gorluk stammered. He was hiding something behind his back.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop dragging your feet? And why do you keep stopping? This isn't the time to be acting sluggish!" the Captain barked.

"I-i-if you must know…" Gorluk looked down at his feet. "I was….."

"SPIT IT OUT!"

"I was picking flowers!" He got them out to show the Captain (who's jaw had dropped in disbelief). "It's such a rare thing to see around this time of year so I thought..."

"FLOWERS?! I can't believe it! We need to get out of this wretched forest by nightfall, and you're here frolicking in the grass like there's no tomorrow! I swear, if the chief finds out we're late…"

The Captain continued raging like this for what seemed like hours, while poor Gorluk stood shaking like a young tree in a wind storm. The other Orcs that stood watching were silently laughing to themselves. They knew that at any moment, the Chief would grab his sword, and then, BAM! Gorluk's head would fall to the ground, and they would never have to deal with that little runt again. But a few Orcs began to look around at the trees. Surely some Elf would hear what was going on, and they would be discovered?

The Captain paid little attention to how loud his voice was becoming. As he began to pace back and fourth, his hand began to creep towards the hilt of his sword. The closer his hand got to his weapon, the bigger the grins of the other Orcs became. The moment they had all been waiting for was approaching….

Gorluk knew exactly what was about to happen too. He knew how much the other Orcs hated him, and how badly they wanted to get ride of him. He had even overheard an Orc say at camp yesterday that "I've never seen that Gorluk scum kill a single thing in his life! He's worthless, that's what he is!" Maybe they were right.

"SCUM! WORTHLESS RUNT! I KNEW FROM THE MOMENT I SAW YOU HOW SOFT YOU ARE!" The Captain's voice was getting louder now, which interrupted Gorluk's gloomy thoughts. "YOU"RE PROBABLY NOT EVEN A REAL ORC! YOU'RE JUST A NASSSTY LITTLE RABBIT!" He grabbed his sword and drew it out. The other Orcs showed a look of joy on their faces. The moment they had all been waiting for had arrived.

The Captain raised his sword in the air, about to slice off Gorluk's head. All Gorluk could do was close his eyes. But a miracle happened. An Arrow came, flying through the air, and hit the Captain right between the eyes. He fell to the ground, dead. More arrows came. Five more Orcs got shot. "ELVES!" one of them growled before getting shot twice in the chest.

Gorluk, who had his eyes closed the entire time, finally opened them to see an arrow go flying past his ear. "EEEEEEEEEIIIIIK!" he squealed. He ran under a bush to hide.

Strangely, luck seemed to be with him that day, for the Elves took no notice of him. Gorluk heard a clear Elvish voice shouting to the other guards, and suddenly a tall Elf dashed into the clearing followed by at least ten other warriors. Gorluk's eyes widened when he saw the Elf. He was still shouting orders to the rest of the Elves, and the only word that Gorluk could recognize was "Yrch!" He knew that Yrch was Elvish for Orcs, and when he heard it, he grew more afraid.

They're going to kill us all! He silently wailed to himself. He new that just moments before he was going to be killed anyway, but that seemed better than having two near-death experiences in one day!

The remaining Orcs began to run as fast as they could into the forest, and the Elves ran after them. That left Gorluk all alone. He sat under the bush and thought silently to himself (Which is the last thing anyone would expect to do when they loose all of their comrades, and end up lost in a forest).

He thought of that Blonde Elf that seemed to have been the leader. Gorluk realized that he was the first Elf that he had ever seen in his life. Gorluk knew that Orcs were originally Elves that had been mutilated near the beginning of the world, but he had just assumed that Elves were just like the Orcs. But by seeing that Elf, he realized that he was wrong. He had not laughed wickedly every time he had shot an Orc the way Orcs do. He didn't seem to enjoy killing. It could have been that he had to kill to protect the people of his realm.

Gorluk thought of his own people. Why weren't they like the Elves? Why couldn't they just care for one another the way he could, and be good people? Deep down, he hated who he was and was supposed to be. Orcs aren't supposed to love beautiful things. And they were definitely not supposed to pick flowers, it seemed.

Could it be possible to be born in the wrong body? He always felt that way. He just felt that he could never fit in with the other Orcs, nor did he want to either. All these thoughts passed through his mind as he began to grow drowsy, then fall asleep.

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