I was watching the scenes with all the Uruk-Hai in LOTR and decided an uruk story would go well with an orc story so lets see where this one can go…..

Change Of Plan

Maugoth, an Uruk of Isengard, pulled from the earth no less than seven summers ago and already he had been on six raids and he had gone up in the ranks to captain, so his new job involved making sure no one under his common was killed next to himself or it would be bad for him, he got all the perks a captain had, he got the helm with the large crest at the top, a double edged sword, he also got the boredom of newborn inspection alongside the snaga in the pits.

Maugoth sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, another inspection? Usually there was only one inspection a day, but for some reason Sharku had order that more of his kind be made, he gave no reason, just a comprehensive list of bad things that would happen should they fail, he hardly went on raids anymore, he was too busy in the pits, barking orders and trying to save orcs unfortunate enough to be strangled by the newborn uruks, damn things were too stupid to function, needed their hand holding.

So Maugoth entered his daily routine, get up out of bed, walk further down into the pits, ignoring the horrible screaming of prisoners both male and female, most male prisoners were whipped the females were seen to differently, he didn't know the full details, but he daren't ask, he didn't want to know anything more than "They wont like it" and that was from the pitmaster, soon Maugoth had reached the main spawning pits where he met his new team of orc assistants, soon everything was ready so he cleared his throat.

"Right! Get these maggots lined up now!"

The orcs trembled and worked quickly to line up every single new born uruk, when Maugoth was first given the job of inspector, he was to look for several things on the new uruks, the first thing was size, if they were at least six foot tall then they would be given armour and put with the rest of the tall ones, any uruks taller than seven feet were given a tight helmet, a large hammer and were enlisted as Beserkers, and the small ones were put in the main bulk of the uruks anyway, truth be told his job was easy, it could've been done by any Uruk with a working set of eyes, but it wasn't the skill level of his job that he hated, it was the sheer, soul crushing repetitiveness of the whole thing, Maugoth could swear he was losing it, as he walked towards the Uruks.

Maugoth walked slowly down the line, examining each of them carefully, as he approached the end of the line, he noticed in the corner of his eye an Uruk who didn't look at him with a hateful sneer, but a very confused look, as if he really didn't know what he was doing here, Maugoth stopped and came closer to the Uruk.

"Whats your name?"

The uruk thought back to ten minutes ago when his name was given. "Nurzum."

"What does your name mean Nurzum?"

Again the uruk thought back to the small period of time. "It mean 'Fist'."

Maugoth thought to himself as the Nurzum looked around where he was in fascination, making one of the uruks next to him sneer at him.

"What you starin at runt?"

Maugoth snapped his finger at the sneering uruk. "Silence uruk, you speak only when spoken to."

Quickly the uruk stopped talking and Maugoth turned back to Nurzum. "What fascinates you?"

"This place it pretty."

Maugoth quickly took note of Nurzum's limited vocabulary, and turned to the orcs. "I need all of you to finish the inspection on the rest of em, I need to take a closer look at this one, so simply look at em and make sure they don't try to kill ya understand?!"

The orcs nodded as Maugoth pointed at Nurzum. "You!." Nurzum looked around when Maugoth pointed. "You're comin with me."

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Maugoth was truly intrigued by this one particular uruk, yes granted he was thick as fuck, but he didn't have the hateful sneer, and Maugoth sensed something with Nurzum, like he didn't have any urge to kill and was just confused, Maugoth had to spend some time with Nurzum, he felt some kind of potential friend, something he hadn't had since the last friend he made was cut down by riders, but before he could reveal his actual intentions to Nurzum he had to make sure he could trust him, some uruks weren't born completely loyal to the white hand, Maugoth knew deep down that if Sharku happened to die all of a sudden he wouldn't give a fuck, but he had to make sure this uruk didn't have any blinding loyalty to the great white pest of a wizard.

Soon after walking again through the clatters of armour being made in the forge, the sound of prisoners being tortured and used for making more uruks, and the usual bit of uruk banter about spearing the enemy, Maugoth opened the door to his quarters and quickly ushered Nurzum inside and swiftly shut the door.

Maugoth looked towards Nurzum, who still looked very confused, Maugoth indicated a chair. "Nurzum, take a seat."

Nurzum quickly sat down, Maugoth took note, this uruk wasn't resilient to orders from others.

"Nurzum, can you tell me what you are exactly?"

Nurzum kept having to think back to when he was stood in front of the branding orc and remembered something the orc called him.

"One of the orcs call Nurzum 'Pawn' what that mean?"

Maugoth quickly changed the subject. "Whom do you serve Nurzum?"

Nurzum just shrugged. "Don't know."

"Where are you right now?"

Maugoth kept noticing a blank stare on the uruk. "Don't know."

"Well I'll tell you, you are an Uruk, same as me and the others you were standing in line with."

Nurzum smiled and beat his chest. "I am uruk!"

Quickly he quietened him down, before continuing. "You are currently in the pits of Isengard."

Nurzums face screwed up. "Is…en…gard, what Isengard?"

"Its where we are right now, the fortress of Isengard."

Nurzum nodded in understanding before pointing at Maugoth himself. "Are you master?"

Maugoth simply nodded. "I am Maugoth a captain of the uruks, and for now I will be your carer, because I have been looking too long amongst the endless uruk hai that I have been sent to inspect and I think you are that one uruk Ive been looking for."

Nurzum suddenly looked confused. "What you need me for?"

"I will explain that later, but for now are you hungry?"

Nurzum smiled and nodded. "Good here you go." Maugoth threw him a large piece of raw meat, he had his fingers crossed that at the very least this uruk knew how to eat, he then sighed in relief as he the uruk quietly bit of chunks of the meat and swallowed, he then looked at Maugoth.

"Nurzum thank Maugoth, why Maugoth kind?"

Maugoth chewed his meat before replying. "Believe me, out of the many captains in the pits, Im probably the most understanding, had it been Nurguc inspecting you he would've flogged you to death without a second thought."

Nurzum winced. "Nurzum no like whip, orc whip Nurzum, whip hurt."

Maugoth grunted. "Oh yes Nurzum whip hurt, whip hurt badly." As he said this he revealed some whipping marks on his back, Nurzum put down his meat quickly.

"Nurzum no hungry."

Maugoth grunted as he put his tunic back on, he then notice Nurzum stand up and walk over to his battle helmet and gawk at it in fascination.

"This pretty, what is it?"

"That is my helmet."

"What it for?"

Maugoth smirked, Nurzum would be useless in a fight. "Its to keep your head from getting hurt, or cut, or crushed."

Nurzum just smiled and put the helmet down, soon after Maugoth had finished with his meat, he swiftly stood up.

"Right well, I think we need to get to the armoury and get you some clothes."

Nurzum frowned and looked at the flimsy piece of cloth surrounding his manhood. "What wrong with now?"

"Well for starters, its not doing a good job of covering you, its hard to eat meat when you can see a different kind dangling between another uruks legs, so were going to get you a tunic."

Nurzum just frowned again, before being ushered out of Maugoth's room and taken to the armoury.

Well there we go first chapter, read, review tell me what you think of the whole story thanks :)