It was a very sunny day with clear blue skies and by most standards it would be considered a beautiful day but to Tenebrae and the hundred orc troops under his command it was perfectly dreadful. Tenebrae was hooded in a dark grey cloak upon a black horse, the orcs were mostly on foot with the exception of ten or so orc scouts on wargs.
They'd been suffering with these dreadful conditions for two days, and took care not to venture too close to Edoras which made their path a long one. The long, dry, grass swayed back and forth like a giant ocean in the plains. They were traveling to Isengard to help Saruman; they were under orders to assist him and the orcs that were already there to increase production of weapons, armor, and Urk hai.
Tenebrae was irritated with the orcs' constant complaining about the scorching sun, 'if all of Sauron's orcs are this weak it's no wonder he needs more Urk hai' he thought to himself. They were traveling through the vast plains of Rohan and with little cover it was hard to keep the uncomfortable orcs moving. He readjusted his hood to shield his pale gray skin from the bright sun and motioned to the orc captain at his side to berate the complaining orcs with orders to keep moving. If there was any disagreement with the given orders Tenebrae would simply wave his pale gray hand and a black stream of smoke would travel and slice the rebel's throat.
After 5 or 6 hours of moving at a quickened pace through the dry, yellow, grasslands they came across a tall rock formation. Tenebrae didn't trust the looming outcrop and knew that it would be a perfect trap for weary orcs looking for a way out of the sun; he had to assume that their enemies would realize this as well.
He sent two scouts ahead to check to see if it was safe, he watched them trot off on their wargs through the grass heading to the ominous grey and tan formation. They waited for the scouts' return until they heard the screams of two orcs and those of the men who most likely slaughtered them.
"Ready your weapons maggots," he yelled in black speech. He unsheathed his long elven sword, kicked his horse, and trotted calmly over to the rocks with orcs in tow.
He motioned for them to be quiet as they approached the large stone ridge. He had a bad feeling about this attack, his orcs were tired and weary from traveling all day in the sun, and he didn't think they'd be able to defend themselves if their attackers were greater in number.
They rounded the corner and came face to face with 400 Rohirrim fighters mounted on their horses standing in the shadow of the large outcrop. If Tenebrae had a heart it would've sunk at the sight of these fully armored men on their horses, swords drawn, and spears at the ready.
The leaders readied their troops, barked orders, and readied their weapons. Then the leaders yelled "Charge!" one in common tongue and the other in black speech. There were then the sounds of metal smashing against metal, hooves pounding the ground, and the screams of orcs and men filling the air already saturated with death and blood.
Tenebrae, sword in hand, kicked his horse and went charging into the tangle of spears, swords, and arrows dealing out death to any who got in his way.
Suddenly one of the soldiers shot an arrow that embedded itself into his horse's armor; the horse reared and bolted leaving Tenebrae, its rider, in the dust. He stood up, shook his head, turned, and was met face to face with a Rohirrim soldier.
They both looked at one another and were both surprised and covered in blood. After what seemed like a few minutes but in reality was a split second the soldier stabbed a long, jagged, dagger into Tenebrae on the left, right above his hip. Tenebrae looked the soldier directly in the eye and grabbed his sword, his anger heated the sword, he hefted it up with both hands and swung it with all his strength through the soldier's neck and watched as the surprised face fell to the ground.
Tenebrae turned around and suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his back he fell to his knees next to a rock, collapsed, and slid into unconsciousness.