Ring Verse (In my Black Speech):
"Gakh nazgu-muk golug-othu lata-nuth,
udu nazgu-muk gazat-durubu trak nat ruuat-lut gund,
krith nazgu-muk maturz shara dump-urut matut,
ash-muk shakhburzk sur mok burzt uliimat
trak uzgut mordor mal burguluu kaatut.
ash nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul,
ash nazg thrakatuluk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul
trak uzgut mordor mal burguluu kaatut."
Ring Verse (In English)
"Three Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dward-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Moral Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and to bind them in the darkness
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie."
Author's note:
Hey guys, Mictoc here. I finally started my Lord of the Rings fanfiction, something I have been planning for weeks now, but I simply didnt had the time to do it. For some wondering what has happened with my One Punch Man fanfiction 'Final Enemy': I am working on the next chapter but it will still take some time. Sorry for that :/
What you have been reading at the top of this site, is the ring verse in Black Speech and regular english. Verse six and seven are commonly known in the Lotr community, but the rest was hand made by myself. The vocabulary I used come from Scatha's dictionary. However the conjugations for the different tenses of verbs, the declinations for the nouns and and all other grammatic forms were soley made by me.
I will continue to use this self made form of the Black Speech throughout the entire fanfiction (It will be used by orcs and different servants of Sauron, but most inportantly by Sauron himself). I just thought it would give the fanfiction more style and make it seem realistic, so you can fully enjoy it. The translation for the Black Speech will always be on the bottom of the chapter so if you want check it out and maybe over time you learn a word or two :)
Notes to the story:
As the title already described this will be a darker version of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I will include elements from both the movies and the books. This story starts during the Fellowship's travels, around the time they passed Moria so Gandalf has already fought the balrog and emerged victorious but at the cost of his own life, resulting in him being sent back the Valar (Or Eru Illuvatar himself, I don't know for sure) and becoming Gandalf the White.
This story however is an AU (Alternate Universe) in which the world isn't as bright as you may think. The fellowship will have to face a more violent and cruel world, full of powerful and dark enemies, while the Dark Lord gathers evil forces from all over middle earth, eager to get his ring back and to crush the free people of middle earth. With the help of old ancient powers and the very source of evil will he suceed? Or will the Fellowship of the Ring be able to destroy the ring and stop him?
"Ukhat-ra!"= Common language speech
'Ukhat-ra!'= Common language thoughts
"Ukhat-ra!"= Common language speech (When an Orc, troll etc. speaks)
'Ukhat-ra!'= Common language thoughts (When an Orc, troll etc. thinks)
"Ukhat-ra!"= Other languages speech
'Ukhat-ra!'= Other language thoughts
"Ukhat-ra!"= Common/ Other language powerful speech (Inhuman, screams, demonic voices, etc.)
'Ukhat-ra!'= Common/ Other language powerful thoughts (Inhuman, demonic voices etc.)
Ukhat-ra! = Locations, time, dates
Ukhat-ra!= Sound Effects
(Ukhat-ra = Let's go)
Chapter 1: Men's greatest fear
Tuesday, 16th January, 3019, Third Age (One Day after Gandalf falls in Moria), 11:00 A.M, Mordor, Lower tower of Minas Morgul:
"Kro bruskab-gus ghashn-ulk Nazgul nazgk nar gimb-sakrut!"(1), a deep voice cursed in the dark "Krur brusgub ar-"(2)
"Saaz amul krumab!"(3), another dark and more powerful voice, this time belonging to a man wrapped in black robes and a black armor, interrupted the former voice "Everything is going according to the master's plan so far. The one they call Frodo Baggins, the 'Ringbearer', has already been inflicted with the wound of the morgul blade. Even though the elves will most likely have done their best in trying to heal the wound, the dark energy of the morgul magic still remains untouched. It's only a matter of time now, before the 'Ringbearer' transforms and the Ring shall be returned to our master. Urk-zi gulmub!"(4)
The man, known in Minas Morgul and all of Mordor as Skrakaz, right hand of the Witch King after Morgomirs dead during the fall of Angmar hundreds of years ago, stood up from his dark throne, located in a small room in the tower of the dead city. He grabbed his staff, which previously leaned at the wall next to him and turned around to face the orc, named Naggot with a dark look across his face and a malicious smile on his lips.
"I have an task for you Nagrot. Take two hundered soldiers and go to the Falls of Rauros. There you will split your group into two groups, each the same size. One half of the group will stay at the Falls, to ensure that the Ringbearer doesn't pass them, while the other half will go to the ruins of Amon Hen, where you will meet with a small troop of Isengard orcs, under control of the dark lord's ally Saruman the white wizard. Your task is to help them kill the protectors of the ring bearer, understand?"
The orc hesitated for a moment before speaking up: "Naan gro shakh, tra snagau bakg-dal saut, molsuk arakub ukh-tak, tra kro nank-urub shagub!"(5)
Skrakaz looked at the orc for a moment with his red eyes, showing no emotion before suddenly he lifted his and send the flying through the room with his dark magic, until his victim crashed against the wall and fell down to his knees, growling in pain. When the orc looked up he saw the figure of Skrakaz standing over him with his staff pointed at Nagrot's head. A deadly look could be found in his eyes.
"Shag-it no nar!"(6), Skrakaz ordered angrily "The Witch King doesn't trust the wizard and is afraid that he might have ordered his orcs, or Uruk-hai as he calls them, to claim the ring for himself. You are to ensure that this doesn't happens, at all cost! Framaz kros kagat!?"(7)
The orc, once he was on his feet again, took a step back and bowed his head in respect, not wanting to get killed by the man's wrath: "Obtrov gro shakh! Kro sakrab rad gathrok-zaguab darkrab!" Skrakaz smiled.
"Ajog saat maaz fog nos!"(9), Skrakaz retreated his staff from the orcs face and turned around, looking at the far wides of Mordor through a window "Ukhaz-rad!"(10).
Without any other warning needed, the orc bowed one last time, before hastily running out of the room, shutting the doors behind him, while Skrakaz was still standing before the window motionless. After a few moments of quietness, he grabbed something located under his robes and pulled out a little box. He opened the box and came face to face with the ashes of what had once been the morgul blade of the Witch King himself. After observing the box shortly, he closed it again and put it back to it's original place, before he began to whisper dark words under his breath, followed by an evil laughter:
"There is no escape for you...Soon Frodo, sakrat mos gul go banrab! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Tuesday, 16th January, 3019, Third Age, 11:02 A.M, Lorien, with the Fellowship:
"Ahh!", Frodo cried out and clutched his left chest in pain, feeling the morgul wound burning for a moment. He sank to his knees and his vision became blurry. However as quick as the pain came, as quick did it went away and soon he could see clearly again and stand without problems.
"Mister Frodo!", his fellow hobbit Samwise shouted and rushed next to him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder before asking "Is everything fine?!"
"Yes, everything is fine Sam. I...I just tripped and fell that's all.", Frodo lied to him not wanting to worry Sam even more.
"Oh thank god I thought it would be something worse...", with that Sam turned around again and continued going, but not without looking at Frodo, who had began walking again, too, one last time to make sure he is really ok.
Meanwhile Aragorn, son of Arathorn and heir of Isildur, was watching the scene that had unfolded before him with mistrust and suspicion, but then shook his head and, too, started walking again, just behind Frodo so he could always have a eye on him. 'I don't know why, but I have the feeling somethings wrong with Frodo. Could it be the influence of the ring or is it something else?'
Wednesday, 17th January, 3019, Third Age, 2:30 P.M, North Itilien, Ranger Camp outside of Osgiliath:
Amav was careful. He always was. There were many orc attacks recently and not rarely they demanded ranger blood, too. He had lost many men in the last four days, three during the orc suprise attack on sunday, another one during the battle of Monday and just five hours ago three other men again. And then there were news of another raid of orcs coming this way. It really didn't looked good.
According to his scouts there were at least three dozen orcs, all of them battle ready. He wasn't sure if his twelve remaining archers and the five Gondor knights sent from Minas Tirith to aid him, would be able to defeat them. Of course all of his men were excellent fighters and especially the archers hat a good eye when it came to arrow and bow. But the orcs so far were just untrained low level orcs, with little to no fighting expirience. This time it will be fully equipped, strong orc warriors, educated by the best swordsmen of Minas Morgul. Amav was breaken out of his thoughts when a voice interrupted them.
"Amav, the men are ready, the wounded are provided and the barricades repaired. Everything is ready for the upcoming attack. We are waiting for your orders sir!", a ranger, who had rushed next to him, reported.
Amav smiled. The man was no older than ninetenn and already a ranger. Moran was his name, son of Maron, another proud and strong ranger. Moran was a prodgy when it came to the bow and easily one of the best, if not the best in his group. He was someone the old ranger trusted and in retort Moran trusted him, too. They always spoke about many things in the night, when their group would sit around the campfire, eating dinner. Moran even told him of a girl he loved when he was seventeen, but he couldn't be together with her because of his duties as a ranger of Gondor, a fact which always saddened him. Amav didn't noticed how he was daydreaming again, until Moran brought him back to reality.
"Captain? Are you alright?", the young ranger questioned.
"Yes, yes I am Moran. I was just in thoughts, nothing serious...", Amav wanted to avoid having a long conversation with Moran now, seeing how an orc attack dangerously drew in. Moran however wasn't fooled that easily.
"No you're not alright! Somethings bothering you and you can't fight at your best when something bad is on your mind!", Moran wouldn't let go now. Even if Amav was his captain and the leader of their group, the two were still friends and he was worried about Amav's current situation. Seeing as how he would not stop bothering him until he would tell the young man, Amav finally changed his mind:
"Alright, I'm missing my home...", he said quietly. Moran, not really understanding what he meant by that deciced to question him further.
"What exactly do you miss from your home?", he asked curiously with his eyebrows raised.
"I'm missing Minas Tirith, the city I grew up in. I miss my friends, I miss the good beer, I miss my family and most importantly I miss my wife Lenera and my two children Sasaline and Neol. Good enough for you?", Amav asked Moran with a passive look on his face, who nodded at him and then spoke up, too:
"I see. We should talk about it later as there isn't enough time for that now. I just hope it won't be bothering you in battle too hard, so you won't get distracted mid-fight and in the worst case be killed..." Amav could hear the worry in his voice and smiled at the fact that Moran cared about his health that greatly.
"Ah yeah the orcs...I nearly forgot. Good work preparing the defenses Moran.", Amav thanked his most trusted follower, earning himself a smile from him, before turning to the rest of his men, who looked back at him. After everyone was gathered, Amav began his speech "Everyone on guard! We're expecting a orc attack in the next half hour. Remember, this time they won't go down as easy as the ones we've faced so far, so make sure to give it your all! I also wanted to inform you that there are more than usually, nearly forty of those bastards are coming our way. Make sure to give them a welcoming present they will enjoy!"
"Yes Sir!", the men answered in synchro and stamped on the ground with their right feets. Amav always knew how to motivate his soldiers to win a fight. That, added to his extreme skills with the sword and shield, was one of the reasons why he even became captain of his group, the 18th battalion of the Rangers of the North. With the support of his men he always mastered every challenge up until now. But this would prove to be his greatest fight yet, with the life's of everyone at stake. With that in mind he spoke to his men yet again.
"Good! Now go on your posts! Everyone enemy contact is to be directly reported to everyone else, understand?! If the orcs break through the barricades, call backup and try to hold them in place until reinforcements arrive!"
"Understood Captain!", the men shouted again in synchro, their fighting spirits and the desire to protect Gondor and their families from the darkness of Mordor now burning greater than ever.
With that the soldiers of Gondor began to take their positions of the defenses, bows and swords ready for combat. Amav, too, drew his sword and together with Moran climbed on a little hill, to get an overview of the battle and to coordinate his men. Next to him, Moran pulled a arrow out of his quiver and put in on his bow, carefully watching the surroundings.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
Wednesday, 17th January, 3019, Third Age, 2:45 P.M, North Itilien, A few hundred meters before the Ranger Camp outside of Osgiliath:
"Those Rangers won't know what's coming! Sending only a part of our group to fool them was a good idea of you Nagrot!", the second-in-command black uruk Kragan praised his leader, who had a evil smirk on his face, and then turned to their fellow orcs "Poor Humans, being on our way without knowing it. They will get what's coming for standing in the way of the dark lord's army! Diisut-Radbugu!"(12)
"Zaarsh throqut krur shara-aapsuuk!"(13), Nagrot roared loudly and in response the other orcs roared, too, and without wasting time rushed forward, eager to fight and having not tasted human flesh for a long time. Hundreds from the evil monsters now ran through the forest in direction of the Ranger Camp, whose inhabitants didn't knew the danger they were in.
"Thor-nut!"(14), another orc roared in blood lust "Spare no one!"
"Fog Shakhburzk!", all orcs screamed in unison.
A bloodbath was about to begin...
First chapter is done! I know it was mostly introduction in this chapter, but nevertheless I hope you still enjoyed it. I'm planning on making half of a chapter each week, so that it will take around two weeks for an update. Why so long? Simply I need idead, an inspiration and I have to use my black speech with grammatical sense. I already have all conjugatios and declinations done and am even thinking about releasing the grammar of my Black Speech one day. If you want to know the vocabulary, just search in the internet for Scatha's Black Speech dictionary or read the following translations for this chapter:
Translation:
(1): "I've told you that the Nazgul wouldn't find the ring!"
(2): "We should have-"
(3): "Be quiet you worm!"
(4): "Until then we wait!"
(5): "But my lord, if the orcs of Isengard are already there, why should we go, too, if I'm allowed to ask!
(6): "Don't question me!"
(7): "Understand you maggot!?"
(8): "Of course my lord! I will immediately start with the preparations!"
(9): "It would be better for you!"
(10): "Now go!"
(11): "..., your soul will be mine!..."
(12): "Orcs of Minas Morgul, attack!"
(13): "Today we eat human flesh!"
(14): "Massacred them!"
(15): "For the Dark Lord!"
This was it so far. As always I hope you enjoyed it and it would be nice of you to leave a review/ follow/ favourite. Anyways I'm out see you in two weeks ;)