Groshmogh, tales of the only good orc

Chapter 1: An unlikely creature

During the dark times in Middle-Earth, the dark lord Morgoth, created an army which was build up with aweful creatures. They were called the Orcs.

The Orcs were aweful and disgusting creatures. Their looks were terrible and their behavior was even more terrifying and they caused fear everywhere they went.

Orcs were created by using the four elements and also by mutilate and torture the gorgeous race of Elves. Elves were the firstborns and created by the Valar. They were awesome and beautiful creatures. Their hair was long, their bodies were tall and graceful and their skin were soft and their eyes seemed to speak at you only by looking at you. Morgoth, hated the Elves and he decided to use Elves captured to create his aweful Orcs.

The fallen wizard Saruman, didn't use the same methode as Morgoth, but he used the four elements to create the same aweful and miserable Orcs. Orcs were made to kill and to destroy. Except one small creature.

In the time when Gollum felt in Mount Doom with the One Ring, an army of unfinished Orcs was waiting to be brought to life and to do what they were meant to do. But when the One Ring was destroyed, the Ground torned open and all the dirty lands was taken with the lava.

The unfinished Orcs were also taken. All? No. One small creature was not taken by the Lava and instead of into the fire, it felt into the Water. It caused a magical reaction. This small creature was found by the other Orcs and they took it with them. The race of Orcs was doomed to exstinction, and they could use every Orc they could find to stay alive.

The small Orc was called Groshmogh.

Groshmogh grew up between the rough and rude Orcs. It didn't take long before the other Orcs noticed something unusual about this Orc. Orcs loved to eat flesh and they didn't care if the origines of the flesh were human, elvish or animal or even their own race. Groshmogh always refused to eat it. He never liked the flesh and the idea of eating a living creature made him cry inside. The leader of his Group, Ghrashnagk, always yelled: Come on, you lousy rat!

It ain't gonna do you any good to refuse this meal. You won't get anything else, the next four months.

But Groshmogh still refused. And the time when the other Orcs discovered he was shocked when they kill a small Deer, had been one of the most miserable moments in his life. How the others made fun of him. They harmed him with their aweful words and they spitted on him.

But the little Groshmogh never became one of them. He grew up and his character became more and more like a normal creature. He could have fit between the Hobbits or dwarves. Yes, maybe even the Elves, because it was very clear this little Orc was not like his own race.

And he was the target of all misery in his group. The other Orcs never failed to show their anthipathy against him. They hated him and Orcs never liked somebody. They even hated themselves, because they were made out of anger and hatred and they were never able to love or to like anything, except for destroying and killing other creatures.

Groshmogh was tired of all this bullying and he made one final decision; he would go and leave this place as soon as possible. Orcs always slept long and they snorred so loud, the other side of Middle-Earth could hear them. And the evening of 14th of January 1425, they had a big fight about meat. It was during this night, when Groshmogh decided to leave them forever.

Groshmogh had no clothes other than the ones he was wearing for almost 5 years now. But he didn't care. As long as he was far away from the others, he was happy. Minutes became hours and hours became days and days became nights. And one final day, Groshmogh was sitting down and he was so exhausted. He had walked for 5 days now, without a break. Groshmogh said to himself: This is probably the only thing I ever liked about being an Orc. My condition.

Orcs were known for their excellent condition. They could walk for days without a break and the weaker ones, simply were sent out of the way. Groshmogh was the one with the most excellent condition. This was one of the main reasons he was always able to hide himself without others finding him. He was too quick for them to be catched.

But now even the small Orc was tired. He was sitting against a tree and a small bird was flying around him and soon landed on his shoulder.

Hey little bird, he said. Are you keeping me company? The bird seemed to understand the Orc. Did Groshmogh looked like an Orc? Oh yes. He certainly did. It was clear he was one of the race of Orcs, but animals always seem to feel who is to trust and who isn't and especially those living in Middle-Earth. It still is the same today and it was also the same during the time Groshmogh fled away. Groshmogh allowed this bird staying on his shoulder and he felt asleep. The next morning, he woke up early and he saw a small Deer coming up to him.

Hello little one! He said. Are you keeping me company too, just like my other little friend?

Groshmogh looked up and said: Where are you? The bird was flying through the air and it saw Groshmogh waving at him. The bird seemed to enjoy the attention and he flew away. Groshmogh said: Hey! Wait for me! Groshmogh stood up on his feet and ran after the bird. The Deer ran after him. Soon Groshmogh felt the soft snout of the Deer in his hand when he stopped for a while. Little one, he said. You are such a friendly animal. You see how fast our little bird up there is? Don't you wish you could fly also? The Deer looked at groshmogh as if it could understand what the Orc said. I will call you Bruno, Groshmogh said. And he will be Willy from now on. Groshmogh pointed towards the small bird who seemed to enjoy the attention.

Groshmogh felt a bit hungry and he was looking for some Apples he could eat.

Soon he had found some and grabbed them from the trees and shared some of his food with Bruno and Willy. Yes my small friends, he said. It ain't easy when you are not wanted. I don't know why the others are so evil and mean, but I am not like them. Why am I this way? Why am I not like the other Orcs? Groshmogh stood up and walked to a small river. He bended over and saw a look of himself in the water. Nah, he said. It is impossible for me to deny I am an Orc. I will always be hated because of my looks.

The Orc felt down and he sighed deeply. His eyes looked sad and for one moment it was like the whole beautiful world was too beautiful for him. I don't even belong here, he said. The world doesn't want Orcs and to see one Orc being different, is even more unacceptable. The small Orc looked at his friend Bruno who had it's head on the Orc's lap. Bruno looked at Groshmogh with his big brown eyes. Bruno, you are so sweet. Groshmogh said. Don't look at me with this look in your eyes!

Our Orc knew his race was hated and he also knew why. The Orcs were always telling lies about their fights. And Groshmogh knew perfectly well what happened with their Masters.

Then the three small friends heard a sound. Groshmogh looked up and he was sneaking to a small bush nearby. He looked and he saw the most lovely creatures ever.

Elves! He whispered to his friends. They must be Elves!

End of Chapter 1.