Vruurk's P.O.V

"Doolg naoomg!" I hear Opkagu cry. /Halt beast/

"Doolg!" /Halt/

I realise what was happening. If the Warg isn't stopped Aragorn is going to die!

I jump on the beast and affectively make the beast come to a stop just before the edge of the cliff.

I lean over and detach Aragorn's wrist from the beast.

I give him a nod and control the Warg back into battle. It listens to my commands completely. It was easier killing Orcs since I am now on level with them.

It's over. None escaped our clutches, it was too easy! Some even seemed surprised by Orcs being against them. I ride back to the gathering of swordsmen ... and swordswomen.

"You chauvinist whiteskin!" Kog roars to the man King. I dismount from the Warg.

Opkagu runs over.

"'u rhago tuko rohh, hogn r' haokt," Opkagu announces to the Warg. /You have done well, rest my friend/

The Warg collapses in exhaustion. I smile at its lopsided tongue.

"They are magnificent, aren't they? I used to be a Warg rider," Opkagu says. He moves closer to the Warg and scratches his ear. He really cares for these beasts.

"It's a good advantage to have, it's a pity we didn't capture more. So the argument over there is getting quite bad. What is the issue, Is the King really that mad Éowyn joined the fight?" I ask.

"Yes, he really is that livid, she has better control over her blade than most and has good instincts, I don't get why they didn't want her to fight!" Erulo says joining our conversation.

"THIS was your doing, wasn't it Orc!" The King yells to Kog.

"Don't put this on Kog! Éowyn wanted to help, Kog just gave her the opportunity," Agnak roars.

The three of us, Erulo, Opkagu and I start to walk over.

"This matters not King Théoden! Éowyn is safe, her skills as a shieldmaiden of Rohan saved her. Don't belittle her achievement today because you see her as rebellious, for she fights for you and your people," Aragorn intervenes. This seems to be a habit of his, to be the bringer of peace.

Théoden grunts in annoyance, "Let us continue to Helms Deep, Éowyn, we will talk about this later". Éowyn looks affronted by this but pleased with herself.

Everyone was silent momentary and then Legolas broke the silence with, "Seems like we missed killing a beast."

He lifts his blade in preparation of killing the Warg. "NOT so fast Ul'bah!" Opkagu says blocking the elf's vision of the Warg.

"Do you know how to control it? If they know how to control the Warg I see no problem Legolas," Aragorn says.

"Of course we know how to control it!" Opkagu replies. Opkagu knows that only Orcs can. The beasts have been magically manipulated to not only understand black speech but the butchered language of the Orcs. They are just as enslaved as a lot of Orcs are.

"We? Meaning Orcs? And if you were to control it to do us harm?" Legolas replies. I grimace, he knows Wargs only follow Orc commands. Opkagu didn't seem impressed by the insinuation that we would use the beast against them.

"Then we'll kill it laddy," Gimli replies eying the Warg wearily. Opkagu nods in agreement.

Our company breaks and gets ready to leave. I go over to my horse, I get tapped on the shoulder. I turn, it's Aragorn. "Thanks for saving me Vruurk," He says.

"Not bad for a She-Orc huh?" I answer scornfully.

Aragorn looks taken back, I laugh, "Think nothing of it," I say. I mount Bhakzogg and ride on before this conversation becomes more pathetic.


When we arrive at Helms deep the reaction from everyone regarding Opkagu riding a Warg was something I admittedly relished in. I have to stop that thinking, it's what Saruman wants. He wants us to be feared and outcasted and for us Orcs to enjoy it. The people not only feared the Warg but us Orcs as well. If there is ever a time when I don't get looked at with disgust then I will feel my purpose has been fulfilled.

"Make way for the king!" I hear up ahead.


Gríma Wormtongue P.O.V

I look in disbelief at the device before me. I know Saruman is powerful but he is insane if he thinks any magic can destroy Helms Deep. I am thankful the Warg riders were unsuccessful. This is just my guess for we have yet to receive information from them.

"How? How can fire undo stone? What kind of device could bring down the wall?" I ask of him with doubt. I doubt he will succeed and now that I know his full intentions I don't wish him to.

I step closer to try and understand how this device works. Maybe if I know how it works I can try to destroy it. He pushes my hand firmly away, I look to the flame. Fire must be the key to this dark magical device. I eye the device suspiciously.

"If the wall is breached, Helm's Deep will fall," Saruman replies. I am glad it would not be that easy, perhaps I can still convince him his plan is unwise.

Saruman starts walking over to the balcony, I follow him at his heels. "Even if it is breached it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands to storm the keep," I say to him. This is madness.

"Tens of thousands," He replies wickedly. I am starting to get exasperated with him.

"But, my lord, there is no such force," I reply trying not to sound like I am scorning a misbehaving child.

Just before we reach the balcony I hear the sound of an Orc battle horn. When I join Saruman on the balcony I look down below to the massive rows of Orcs. So many! My heart skips. Saruman has the numbers to successfully destroy Helms Deep, there is no mistaking that. My hand shakes in despair, I try not to drop my candle holder.

"A new power is rising. Its victory is at hand!" Saruman roars to his army.

The disgusting creatures roar in approval. I look to Saruman in fear then back to the creatures, willing them not to be when I turn back to them.

"This night, the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan! March to Helms Deep! Leave none alive," Saruman yells to them.

... Leave none alive. I helped with the annihilation of so many.

"To war!" Saruman roars manically.

"There will be no dawn for Men," He adds softly to me.

Middle earth will be a place only for the wicked, it would be ruled by Orcs and the shadow creatures. My King, Éowyn, anything I ever cared about would be but a memory. This horrible realisation shocked me and made my eyes sting and a traitor tear run down my cheek.

A/N: Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed reading as much as I writing it.