The Witch-King sat in his chair in his chamber at the top of the dark tower of Minas Morgul. The Orcs were fast asleep, which meant that he could finally read one of his spell books with no interruptions. (if he hasn't learned enough spellsalready!) Just as he opened one of the books, Minas Morgul seemed to shake with a wrathful voice. "QUIET! ENOUGHS ENOUGH!" said the voice. The Witch-King almost dropped the book, he wondered who the voice belonged to..
Gothmog, lieutenant of Minas Morgul, the Witch-Kings right hand man, was a very mean orc. He was cruel and had a heart that was empty. He was also one of the ugliest orcs in Middle-Earth. His the left side of his entire body was deformed because one of the Witch-Kings spells went horribly wrong, unfortunately Gothmog had walked in at the wrong time..
Gothmog had been planning for many months on how to attack the city of Minas Tirith, which meant hardly any sleep until finally they day came where he was finished planning things.
He had been writing down the plans and re-reading them which seemed rather odd for an orc to be doing. Writing and reading things wasn't exactly one of his favorite things to do, but after a while he got used to it.
He grinned as he finished reading his plans. "At last.." Gothmog mumbled to himself.
Gothmog walked through the hallways of Minas Morgul, carrying a candle to light the way. Even on the inside, Minas Morgul still had its deathly green glow but it was still dark within it's hallways..
Gothmog finally reached the dormitory. He opened the door and looked around at the many orcs sleeping and shook his head. He walked through the pile of snoring orcs without stepping on any of their hands or feet and sat down up against the wall. Unfortunately there were no beds for the orcs to sleep in. And besides, he liked to sleep standing up because the ground was hard and cold and uncomfortable. Plus sleeping on the floor made him look stupid..
As he began to drift off into sleep, he heard howling outside. He opened his eye and looked around. "Wargs are probably hungry.." Gothmog thought to himself with a grumble. He went to close his eye again but then the Wargs began to yelp and bark. Either one of the fell beasts got loose or their fighting for a peace of meat. And then to make things worse, the orcs began to snore louder and louder. Gothmog growled to himself. Then the fell beasts joined in with making noises, they roared and screeched and growled at one another as they fought over a small mouse which had unfortunately found it's way into Minas Morgul. Gothmog, finally fed up with all the noise, stood up and roared.. "QUIET! ENOUGHS ENOUGH!" The Wargs stopped howling, the Fell Beasts stopped roaring, and the Orcs stopped sleeping. They all looked at Gothmog with shock and fear. "Be quiet or i'll feed you to the Fell Beasts you useless scum!" Gothmog said with venomous tone to his voice. He walked out of the chamber with a growl and slammed the door shut. After a while The Orcs looked at each other with surprise and fear.
"What's his problem?" Said an orc with a large scar on his face.