title: Shrouded Eyes of Green
author: Isabella DeVore
rating: Pg-13
claims: J.R.R.T. owns the world and all in it not I but I do own what plopped out of my own little head.
e-mail: Stardustpixie01@hotmail.com
other: Please read and review. Also, everything written in Tempus Sans ITC means it's begin spoken in Orcish. Just so you know.
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Chapter One: Tidings from the West Wind
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The Valas never hear our screams.
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The chilling wind blew through the land, making a sound like the wailing dead do, telling all that winter grew near. As it whipped it's way around the dead and dying trees of the old forest it picked up the dried, brown leaves off the black forest floor, causing them to rustle in the strong wind's currents. Erie howls echoed off in the distance and the sound of something cracking under weight could be heard. Sitting up in the branch of an old, long dead Futhermoor tree, two creatures watched the shadows near them slither about recklessly.
"Why do the blasted wind only give bad tidings?" A raspy, frustrated voice inquired.
"Etcht*! Only the Valas knows why!" Another voice croaked out.
"Ha-Ho**! The Valas, eh? What they knows or care?" The raspy one snapped back.
"Ha-Ho! The Valas knows all! They be the ones who let it be. They be the ones who empower an allow. It be them that hear ye screams!" The croaked voice shouted back angrily.
"Be that so ye thinks? Ye be wrong old fool. The Valas hear us not. Do they hear the Goloungs cry all night? Might they be listening to us now, they'd strike us for dead am I not right? And do ye remember the screams that ye made when ye were made to what ye are now? And did they hear ye then? No. the Valas never hear our screams." The raspy voiced creature finished looking off at the dark shadows again.
"Ai-O***...ye be right...for this time." The croaky creature sighed. "They don't hear us. They never he-"
The raspy voice barked, "Silence blasted! Ye ear's pick up that sound?"
"Alla-lou!****" A mud colored orc shouted from down below. Staring them down with his misshapen yellow eyes. " Ye two come down from top that tree! Can't ye hear the shell horn call? Off to the Middle Yard we be going to now. Orders! Orders!"
The raspy voiced orc's tongue slithered responding to the command. "Why we be called to Middle Yard?"
"Hear you not anything?! The West Wind brought in news! News of what I know not, but news." The orc hollered up to the two high up in the tree.
"Fool! The West Wind brings never news. Nor ever comes hear. Only the morbid East Wind travels our forest wood." The orc with the croaky voice spat at the younger orc on the ground.
"The fool is ye old one! The West Wind did come. Look about ye. See us all following to the Middle Yard!" The grounded orc yelled again. "Come quickly or I'll shake ye out!"
"No need for shaking! We climb down. Come old fool. We join the ranks to the Middle Yard." The raspy voiced orc grumbled climbing down the Futhermoor tree pulling his grouchy companion behind him.
The two orcs landed on the ground with heavy thuds. Briefly stretching out their bowlegs they joined the ranks of orcs that marched on to the Middle Yard. As they marched through the decaying forest on the trail leading to the Middle Yard, other orcs would emerge from the wood as if they had been apart of the tree they came out from behind. Orcs large and small, all mud colored with misshapen bodies and yellow eyes marched in a mob. Every so many yards a fight would break out between two or three orcs, usually because they bumped into each other or stepped on one's toes. Twisted hands would meet oblong heads and already mashed noses. Tongues would slash out harsh and vulgar words and then slither back into the mouth.
And for two more days the entire Kingdom of the Moving Forest was in motion. All inhabitants making their way to the Middle Yard, filling the forest with the noises of twigs and leaves crushed under many malformed feet.
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DeVore's Dictionary
Etcht: an Orcish verbal expression. kinda like shrugging but with words.
Ha-Ho: an Orcish verbal expression. like saying "yeah right" or "whatever" or "are you crazy".
Ai-O: an Orcish verbal expression. kinda like sighing or saying "you're right".
Alla-lou: an Orcish verbal expression. like saying "get ya'll's butts out here now" a call to gather the orcs.
author: Isabella DeVore
rating: Pg-13
claims: J.R.R.T. owns the world and all in it not I but I do own what plopped out of my own little head.
e-mail: Stardustpixie01@hotmail.com
other: Please read and review. Also, everything written in Tempus Sans ITC means it's begin spoken in Orcish. Just so you know.
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Chapter One: Tidings from the West Wind
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The Valas never hear our screams.
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The chilling wind blew through the land, making a sound like the wailing dead do, telling all that winter grew near. As it whipped it's way around the dead and dying trees of the old forest it picked up the dried, brown leaves off the black forest floor, causing them to rustle in the strong wind's currents. Erie howls echoed off in the distance and the sound of something cracking under weight could be heard. Sitting up in the branch of an old, long dead Futhermoor tree, two creatures watched the shadows near them slither about recklessly.
"Why do the blasted wind only give bad tidings?" A raspy, frustrated voice inquired.
"Etcht*! Only the Valas knows why!" Another voice croaked out.
"Ha-Ho**! The Valas, eh? What they knows or care?" The raspy one snapped back.
"Ha-Ho! The Valas knows all! They be the ones who let it be. They be the ones who empower an allow. It be them that hear ye screams!" The croaked voice shouted back angrily.
"Be that so ye thinks? Ye be wrong old fool. The Valas hear us not. Do they hear the Goloungs cry all night? Might they be listening to us now, they'd strike us for dead am I not right? And do ye remember the screams that ye made when ye were made to what ye are now? And did they hear ye then? No. the Valas never hear our screams." The raspy voiced creature finished looking off at the dark shadows again.
"Ai-O***...ye be right...for this time." The croaky creature sighed. "They don't hear us. They never he-"
The raspy voice barked, "Silence blasted! Ye ear's pick up that sound?"
"Alla-lou!****" A mud colored orc shouted from down below. Staring them down with his misshapen yellow eyes. " Ye two come down from top that tree! Can't ye hear the shell horn call? Off to the Middle Yard we be going to now. Orders! Orders!"
The raspy voiced orc's tongue slithered responding to the command. "Why we be called to Middle Yard?"
"Hear you not anything?! The West Wind brought in news! News of what I know not, but news." The orc hollered up to the two high up in the tree.
"Fool! The West Wind brings never news. Nor ever comes hear. Only the morbid East Wind travels our forest wood." The orc with the croaky voice spat at the younger orc on the ground.
"The fool is ye old one! The West Wind did come. Look about ye. See us all following to the Middle Yard!" The grounded orc yelled again. "Come quickly or I'll shake ye out!"
"No need for shaking! We climb down. Come old fool. We join the ranks to the Middle Yard." The raspy voiced orc grumbled climbing down the Futhermoor tree pulling his grouchy companion behind him.
The two orcs landed on the ground with heavy thuds. Briefly stretching out their bowlegs they joined the ranks of orcs that marched on to the Middle Yard. As they marched through the decaying forest on the trail leading to the Middle Yard, other orcs would emerge from the wood as if they had been apart of the tree they came out from behind. Orcs large and small, all mud colored with misshapen bodies and yellow eyes marched in a mob. Every so many yards a fight would break out between two or three orcs, usually because they bumped into each other or stepped on one's toes. Twisted hands would meet oblong heads and already mashed noses. Tongues would slash out harsh and vulgar words and then slither back into the mouth.
And for two more days the entire Kingdom of the Moving Forest was in motion. All inhabitants making their way to the Middle Yard, filling the forest with the noises of twigs and leaves crushed under many malformed feet.
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DeVore's Dictionary
Etcht: an Orcish verbal expression. kinda like shrugging but with words.
Ha-Ho: an Orcish verbal expression. like saying "yeah right" or "whatever" or "are you crazy".
Ai-O: an Orcish verbal expression. kinda like sighing or saying "you're right".
Alla-lou: an Orcish verbal expression. like saying "get ya'll's butts out here now" a call to gather the orcs.