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THE FINE ART OF BEING LOST
BY THE WORLD'S FATE IS STICKY
A/N:Rated T, just in case.This chapter has little to do with the eventual story. It is just explaining how this whole thing began. The real story will start soon, I promise!
Chapter 1: Prologue
Orcs are often thought of as mindless killing machines. But although this may seem the case, one must remember that even Orcs have their own free-willed ideas, no matter how small and unapparent it may be.
Of course, Saruman had done his best to quash this trait from his Orc army. But there will always be those who are either too smart or too ignorant to be affected.
Realising this, a small group of, say, 30 Orcs secretly got together one unsurprisingly dark night, in one of Isengard's many unsurprisingly dark nooks.
Squashed in the small space, and feeling rebellious, the Orcs spent a few minutes doing bad Sauron imitations, before getting down to business.
Basically, they decided that as far as they were concerned, Saruman, with his crazy schemes and enviable beard, could go and get stuffed.
In an amazing feat of co-operation (one which would never be demonstrated by Orcs again), the Orcs formed a Union. Then they somehow escaped from Isengard, which was made hard by the fact that one of them was giggling like a sugar-high toddler.
"Where are we going?" asked an Orc as they traipsed along in a random direction.
Overcome by...well, one emotion or another...the group suddenly turned on the one that had spoken. They destroyed him. Destroyed.
"We sure took care of him!" another Orc laughed. They destroyed him, too.
After ten of their number had been decimated, the Orcs realised two things. One, unreasonably killing each other was not the way to a 'new life' (it was also a breach of the Union rules, but most of the Orcs had forgotten about that by now). Two, they had no idea where the heck they were.
Disregarding this completely, they continued walking, stopping only to eat and rest. This was a good choice, however, for in a few days they came to a road. They followed this road, for lack of anything better/smarter to do.
They followed, and followed and followed, for what seemed like forever. Once they crossed over a river, which was the most exciting thing that the road had led them to so far. Just when the Orcs were starting to wonder who had come up with this stupid idea, they came across the village of Bree.
Well, that's the first chapter of my first story. Hope you liked it! As I said, I'll get to the main story soon. Please review!