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Bernard Karp - Thank you for your review. I didn't realise I'd put 'and' twice. As for the B's, the button doesn't work properly, despite it being a new laptop, grr! But I'll try to keep an eye out for them!

Guest - Firstly, let me say thank you so much for your review; it means a lot to me! I'm glad you like how the story is going so far, as well as Bug's back story and life before he will be sucked into Middle Earth. Personally, I'm not that big a fan of not knowing that much about a character particularly when they jump worlds, so like with all my stories, I write it how I would like it. So I thought to write about Bug before Middle Earth, to get to know Bug if nothing else! Before the first chapter when I was trying to work out how to play out the story I knew for definite that Bug is the one going to Middle Earth, but after completing Chapter One I want Dro Shaar to go as well! I only meant for Bug to have a friend but I really like the Khajiit now, and it's fun to write scenes with them, doing the banter between them is fun even the little digs they have at each other for their races! Perhaps Shaar will find a way to join Bug, I'll have to put some thought into it, but I am hoping to have another chapter or two before the world jumping so we'll have some time with Bug and Shaar. As for Thorin and company, I don't think first meet will go to well! Do you? I'll have to put some thought into it! I'll be honest with you, I haven't thought about how Bug will be fighting other Orcs! Until now!

KrstalSky - Ok!

To all of you who added Differences to your favourite or alert list, Bug and Dro Shaar thank you very much, you won't be getting a bash on the head with Bug's hammer! And Dro Shaar won't...er...claw you? Yea claw, I just can't imagine Dro Shaar, a 'wise' and old Khajiit using a weapon; just his claws!

Swearing in this chapter and probably in most future chapters. Just a warning!

Anyway here's the next chapter!


By mid afternoon Bug had finished most of his work, now all he had to do was forging. Dro Shaar, had stayed with Bug for the day; his caravan nearby, so his followers could come to or for his aid when needed. The villagers of karthwasten were far from impressed that the Khajiit would come to their small community, even more so that the Orc was friendly with them. Dro Shaar, had decided for the best of his caravan and Bug, the caravan would camp a little ways from the village. Bug walked to the large safe he kept under his working bench, growling angrily when reaching it. He stood, teeth bared and looked the scary Orc, he was always thought so be. Even Dro Shaar back up when he saw the anger on his friend's face.

"Bug, what is the matter?"

"It's gone! My hammer is gone!"

"Can't you just get another?"

"No!" He snarled, "I can't just get another. That hammer was given to me by Grandfather, and his fore fathers before him. It's enchanted, a family heirloom."

Dro Shaar now understood why his friend was so angry. He had just believed it was an old smiths hammer, that there was nothing special about it, as Dro Shaar had already said, he did not believe Bug was sentimental, so even if it had been a gift, he didn't believe Bug would get so angry; now knowing it had been past down through centuries he could understand. The pendent that Dro Shaar wore around his neck, bore the same value.

"It'll be okay Bug, we'll sort something out." He said to try and calm his friend down. "Bug, the caravan is just a few fields a way, we have eyes and ears everywhere. I'll go and see if they have heard anything."

Bug nodded, he knew he would have to calm temper would do him no good and he watched as his feline friend ran towards his caravan.


Bug had been pacing the smithy since his friend had left. He had tried to keep his temper under control but it was nearing night fall now and Dro Shaar still hadn't returned. The miners had stopped coming to the smithy once they had seen the scowl on his face.

"Bug!"

The Orc turned and saw Shaar standing just outside the threshold of his smithy.

"There's word that a group of cultists took your hammer. They paid the villagers to keep their silence, come on I know where they are."

Bug grabbed a mace he had been working on and ran after the Khajiit.


Bug and Shaar had been running for hours. Shaar had explained that the reason it had taken him so long to return was because he had been following leads up, he wanted to make sure he was giving Bug the correct information before telling him anything. Shaar was worried about his friend, it was rare he saw the Orc his angry. The hammer must mean something, if he's getting this wound up about it and it made his fur stand on end when he heard Bug growl as they reached the cave. Bug stood glaring into the darkness, he WAS going to get his hammer back and whoever stood in his way was going to be disposed of. As Shaar ran after his friend into the cave, he had to admit that another reason he was so worried for his friend was that Bug had brought a one handed axe, which looked nothing but a toy in Bug's large hands.

Bug was surprisingly light and quiet on his feet and it wasn't long before they caught sight of a cultist. Bug wasted no time, despite the calls from Shaar in charging in. As Shaar had predicted and tried to warn Bug about, there had been more then one, the others were skulking in the shadows and around corners. This didn't matter to Bug, he took five of them down very quickly and as he held one injured cultist to the floor, Bug didn't take notice as another which crept up behind him. Bug hit the cultist as a gurgling noise caught his attention. A cultist dropped to the floor, choking on his own blood from a ripped out throat. Shaar knelt the other side of the injured cultist.

"Now friend, let me tell you how this is going to work." Dro Shaar spoke in a low and almost seductive voice, a claw barely touching the man's throat. "This can be easy or it can be difficult, it is your choice. Now, the hammer, where is it?"

"Go...fuck...your...self...cat!"

"Ah, I see. Difficult." Shaar dug his claw into the man's throat. "One more chance."

The man glared up at the Khajiit and then glanced at his Orc companion, "You and your ugly friend can piss off."

"Very well."

As was about to draw his claw across the man's throat, he stopped to see Bug's axe already embedded in the man's skull. Bug pulled the axe out and stood up, if Bug knew one thing, it was that these places could be very big and sitting around these bastard corpses wasn't going to get them anywhere, so he stalked toward out into the corridors with Shaar hot on his heels. Bug wasted no mercy on these cultists, in his eyes they did not deserve it. For being someone that would offer even his enemies a burial and safe journey to their afterlife, now Bug couldn't care less. These milk drinkers were going to pay, and their bodies could rot in here for the skeevers to feed off. So caught up in his own thoughts he was taken back when he felt Shaar grab hold of him, and with surprising strength pulled Bug back. Bug, already frustrated, turned to his friend with an angered scowl on his face.

"What do you...-"

"If you wish to live my friend, you will keep your head out of the clouds. You do not pay attention, and this could cos you much."

"Trust me Shaar, I'll know if one of these fuckers tries to come up."

"It is not...'these fuckers', as you say, I mean. Stand here friend, and Dro Shaar will show you."

Despite not wanting to prolong this, Bug did as he was bid and stood his ground as Shaar walked forward, gingerly pressed his foot down before quickly jumping back and a large iron door with spikes came flying at him. Bug was amazed, he wouldn't have even seen the pressure plate, and the huge door would have sent him flying back. Shaar turned to his friend.

"You see friend, your eyes and your ears are on your enemy and your mind on your hammer. Shaar understands this is important to you, but Shaar worries that if you are not careful then you will be lost. Let Shaar go first, if there is a way to disable the traps, Shaar will do so, and Bug can take care of cultists."


Shaar, looked around the corner. His yellow eyes widened in horror, by his Gods and the Gods of Skyrim and the Orc Gods, what were these people doing?! Shaar at first though it was a daedric prince perhaps? Someone speaking to them, but Shaar knew better, and motioned for Bug to stop. He knew now that he would have a harder time reigning Bug in, now that his hammer was in sight. Shaar needed to know what this thing was, but they went storming into a fight; Bug had other ideas.

"We can take these bastards out." Bug shuffled closer to the ledge and looked down, unaware that now he was in full sight of them.

Shaar sighed heavily as cultists ran up to the Orc and came to his friends aid. The Khajiit, whilst happy to help his friend, felt almost used as Bug jumped down the ledge, leaving Shaar to deal with all the cultists. Shaar could handle them, he was cutting through them in seconds and rushing to his friend when it hit him. A portal.

"That's what this thing is!"

Bug had pushed the head cultist down, stepping into the symbol painted on the floor which glowed and shot up walls around them, Shaar tried to push through but the pain got to him, it felt like fire and he could hear things inside his head. Screams and cries rang in his ears and he pulled away from the symbol. Watching in horror as the head cultist mocked Bug. The angry Orc lifted the man by his neck and threw him down by the hammer, which looked to heavy for the Breton. Bug grabbed the man's head and pushed it down onto the anvil like object, he lifted the hammer and Shaar came to realise that the cultists had planned this all along. Things seemed to slow down and Shaar remembered being told about rituals which needed blood and death, it needed the innocent to take life. The mockingbird to die and the raven to fly. Shaar shouted at his friend as the hammer smashed into the man's skull, blood pouring out and a sickened sound from the breaking of the skull. The walls of the symbol glowed more and swirled faster and faster before opening up sucking anything in it's diameter into a vortex.

As much as Bug had almost scared and really worried Shaar, the old Khajiit watched as his friend was sucked pulled into it. The terror in his friends eyes saddened him and as the portal closed in, Shaar ran for Bug, only to fly back as he collided with the wall. His head banged against the wall and darkness over took him.


=] Sorry this took so long. I had things going on, also sorry for this being kinda short. I'm not so used to writing action scenes, so if I did bad be gentle in your reviews!

Review guys, I look forward to know what you think about this!

UmbraLunae