A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Dantei, who requested "What Is This Feeling?" from Wicked. In the interest of making this one a bit more legible, I'm simply attaching the legend here. Enjoy!
Shagrat - captain of the tower of Cirith Ungol Italics
Gorbag – leader of patrol from Minas Morgul. Bold
Shagrat and Gorbag – Bold Italics
Orc Horde – normal text
My lord the Nazgûl, Witch-King of Angmar
My lord Sauron
There's been some confusion over a prisoner at the pass
But of course we'll keep it breathing
But of course we'll interrogate it
For I know that's how you want things handled here.
Yes, there's been some confusion, for you see my co-captain is
Obsessive and a martinet and altogether quite impossible to describe . . .
Greedy.
. . .
What is this feeling, so sudden and new?
I get a headache when I lay eyes on you.
My blood is rushing.
The prisoner's squealing.
My rage is crushing.
What is this feeling? Scorching like a flame. Does it have a name? Yes . . . yes
. . .
Loathing! Total, grand, horrific loathing!
Such a toad -
You scum –
You roving pr–
Let's just say – I loathe it all!
Your precious Nazgûl is 'bout to fall
Even the biggest bosses screw it all
What if Lugbúrz is lying?
Orcs everywhere are dying,
Victory the Tarks are crying.
It's each orc for himself (himself)
. . .
Now our old alliance's in the past
In these dark days, friendship can't last
And it seems I will be loathing, loathing you forever long.
. . .
Cirith Ungol Orc Horde:
Come on, Gorbag, we are just too good
To let him insult us, I don't think we should.
Disembowel him, rip his guts out!
Take this tower back for Morgul!
Come on, Gorbag, don't disappoint us!
Well, that shiny coat is rather tempting . . .
. . .
Come on, Gorbag, why should we try
To follow orders just like this guy
Captain, let us tell you, we're all on your side!
. . .
Background:
We share your loathing, pure and deep visceral loathing,
For these sniveling, driveling, bloating,
Dark Tower orcs. We loathe them all!
Ev'ry sneaking Snaga, great or smalll
Makes our very flesh begin to crawl
Ahhhh…. Loathing!
. . .
What is this feeling, so sudden and new?
I get a headache when I lay eyes on you.
My blood is rushing.
The prisoner's squealing.
My rage is crushing.
Oh, What is this feeling? Does it have a name? Yes!
. . .
What if Lugbúrz is lying?
Orcs everywhere are dying.
It's each orc for himself (himself)
. . .
Now our old alliance's in the past
In these darkest days, friendship can't last
And I will be loathing for forever
Loathing, truly, deeply loathing you
Forever long!