Middle Earth and Hogwarts
Sydney Kiss
Chapter 10
Detention for a Malfoy
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters or places, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I do not own any of the places or people from Lord of the Rings, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, the character Fallen the Blue belongs to Sage McJet (another fanfic author.... go read some of his stuff.) Tara Leonheart, Jasmaugik the Orc, Keyone Lufton the Hobbit, Golenesqua the Entwife and Istabugh the Dwarf all belong to Tara Sarber. Justin Wolfe and Hope belong to Melissa (troubledfeline@yahoo.com.) She writes under the pen name of Nosferatu. Rhymes and Jules belong to Kristan Steele. The adventures here were co-written by all of the people above, in a RPG group, and I am just putting them in a readable fashion, because it is a really good story.
Jasmaugik the renegade orc stood idle in the road, wondering weather to run from the unseen footsteps she could hear or to continue on her way. Eventually, she decided that all she was doing was wasting perfectly valuable time and so continued on. The dark, cold forest pressed in around her, and Jasmaugik didn't like it very much. The orc saw a lamp light in the distance.
'Now who could that be, wandering around in this mucky old forest this late at night?' she wondered. She quietly slipped around the light to see who was carrying it. As her eyes adjusted, the darkness revealed a scared teenager who was looking around silently. Jasmaugik slid down the trunk of a tree to sit at its base and watched the girl look around the forest. Jasmaugik decided that the little human needed some help. Slowly, she stood up and approached quietly.
"What is are you lookin' here for?" Jasmaugik asked in a low voice. The girl jumped, but did not run. Jasmaugik put her hands in the air. "I no want to hurts the little one. But whys out here in darkness scary place?" The orc felt something move under her feet. She just shrugged it off and continued to look at Becky. The girl's face was turning an amazing shade of white. If it kept going, she would soon glow in the dark. "I am Orc named Jasmaugik. I is a good Orc. No wants to kill little persons. Jasmaugik likes people. Not smelly like Orc. What's is it your name be?"
Again the orc felt something rub against her. Probably just a little creature of the forest.
"Are you alright?" Jasmaugik asked. Becky still stood there, speechless. Then she remembered where she was, and realized that she didn't have to be scared with the monster.
"My name is Becky Malfoy and don't forget it. What business is it of yours why I am here?" Becky turned to walk away from Jasmaugik. "Damn horses," she muttered under her breath.
Jasmaugik watched as the young girl walked away. She looked at the tree behind her. 'I know I felt something and it wasn't my imagination either...' Jasmaugik shrugged and turned to walk away, talking to thin air.
"Most everyone I have come across has hated my kind. Why don't I just go back to where I was created and continue the work of an orc? I hate it there though... all the other orcs treat me like shit while they are the ones that smell like it. I hate being whipped just to make some captain get his daily laughs." The orc whipped a stray stick through the woods and sighed in disgust.
A loud creaking noise sounded somewhere close by. She looked around, but nothing was visible except for trees, shrubs, and shadows. The quiet night hid its secrets well.
Golenesqua, the ancient Entwife tried to move her arms slowly so that the foul creature of doom would not see her move, but it must not have been working well because the orc kept looking into the forest for something unseen.
"Orc person, who are you and why have you disturbed my slumber? Do you not know that it is rude to use somebody as a leaning post while they are asleep? Why are you so far north?" Jasmaugik looked directly at the tree and did not believe what she was seeing. The Entwife continued talking without giving Jas a chance to answer. "Let me get a good look at you, small one. You are very clean for your kind. I know many men who are less clean than you. You seem to be female, if I am not mistaken, and you do not carry an ax, which is a very good thing for you in your position." The tree bent down and put her face inches in front of that of the orc. "You may not need to be expelled from my home after all. You do not like the company of others of your kind do you? Any others of your kind would have tried to kill me by now, hacking and cutting at roots and branches that take so long to grow in my old age."
Jasmaugik nodded, a bit embarrassed that this tree seemed to be able to see right through her.
"Isa sorry, I no expect tree to talk. None ever talked to me before."
"It is quite alright. I get that reaction from many. It is very dangerous for you to be traveling in the North, young friend. Most here hate your kind and would kill you without a second thought simply because of what your race is known to be capable of. They would not take the time to notice that you are different from the rest out of fear for themselves or their families. Tell me, what is it that you are doing so far away from your home?"
"It is a long tale, lady tree." Jasmaugik was still shaking off the shock of the moving, talking tree. 'What are the odds of this happening?' she wondered. "I is Jasmaugik. Yousa right, I no likes other Orc. I hates 'em all. Dey whips me and chains me for one eensy mistake. Dey smelly and stupid. None of orcs think for themselves. Just Jasmaugik. Puhlease excuse mesa ignorance, but I don'ts even know who or maybe then what it is you may be? You are a very nice person. I gots bad feelings 'bout Mordor. Somethings dat is bad is brewin' ups and meso no want to know what it is. Mesa want to get away from the Darkness of the Black Land. Evil is there to stay and me nos likes evil." Despite the warmth of the night, Jasmaugik shivered out of fright.
"I have said it once, smart orc, but I am Golenesqua the Entwife. A moving, talking, herder of the trees. I have come here after failing to raise the closest thing I'll ever have to a daughter. She left for Mordor a while ago, and I have not seen her for quite some time. Her name was Leona. She is a centaur, who was left in my forest a very long time ago. She is a mighty hunter, and I miss her very much. I should have kept her safer..." the entwife's voice trailed off as tears formed in her eyes. "I just wish she would come back to me. I fear to return to Fanghorn not knowing if she is alive or dead. What if she comes back because she needs me? I must wait. I cannot return with the regret." Golenesqua hung her head and thought of her beautiful Leona.
Jasmaugik stood, unsure of how to comfort a tree.
"I knows! I go to Mordor for you! I finds Leona an' brings her home to yousa. I be backs soon as I can."
Golenesqua looked up, spilling one tear from her gigantic eyes.
"Would you really? You are surely not like any other, man, elf or orc, that I have ever met. If you do this for me, how would I ever repay you?"
"Isa already repaid by your happiness. If I can make one person's life better by da way I lives, den I has done a good job. I go now. Be backs as soon as I can with Leona."
Without any more words, Jasmaugik hurried off to Mordor to find Leona and return her to her home in the forest. Just how she would convince a being that was twice her size to do something she obviously didn't want to do, she didn't know. The orc headed back the way she came, moving much faster since she had a specific destination in mind. Jasmaugik felt happier than she had in a long time, because her life and purpose and direction, the two things that she had always needed, along with compassion and a thirst to help others.
'Mordor, here I come.'
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Sydney Kiss
Chapter 10
Detention for a Malfoy
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters or places, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I do not own any of the places or people from Lord of the Rings, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, the character Fallen the Blue belongs to Sage McJet (another fanfic author.... go read some of his stuff.) Tara Leonheart, Jasmaugik the Orc, Keyone Lufton the Hobbit, Golenesqua the Entwife and Istabugh the Dwarf all belong to Tara Sarber. Justin Wolfe and Hope belong to Melissa (troubledfeline@yahoo.com.) She writes under the pen name of Nosferatu. Rhymes and Jules belong to Kristan Steele. The adventures here were co-written by all of the people above, in a RPG group, and I am just putting them in a readable fashion, because it is a really good story.
Jasmaugik the renegade orc stood idle in the road, wondering weather to run from the unseen footsteps she could hear or to continue on her way. Eventually, she decided that all she was doing was wasting perfectly valuable time and so continued on. The dark, cold forest pressed in around her, and Jasmaugik didn't like it very much. The orc saw a lamp light in the distance.
'Now who could that be, wandering around in this mucky old forest this late at night?' she wondered. She quietly slipped around the light to see who was carrying it. As her eyes adjusted, the darkness revealed a scared teenager who was looking around silently. Jasmaugik slid down the trunk of a tree to sit at its base and watched the girl look around the forest. Jasmaugik decided that the little human needed some help. Slowly, she stood up and approached quietly.
"What is are you lookin' here for?" Jasmaugik asked in a low voice. The girl jumped, but did not run. Jasmaugik put her hands in the air. "I no want to hurts the little one. But whys out here in darkness scary place?" The orc felt something move under her feet. She just shrugged it off and continued to look at Becky. The girl's face was turning an amazing shade of white. If it kept going, she would soon glow in the dark. "I am Orc named Jasmaugik. I is a good Orc. No wants to kill little persons. Jasmaugik likes people. Not smelly like Orc. What's is it your name be?"
Again the orc felt something rub against her. Probably just a little creature of the forest.
"Are you alright?" Jasmaugik asked. Becky still stood there, speechless. Then she remembered where she was, and realized that she didn't have to be scared with the monster.
"My name is Becky Malfoy and don't forget it. What business is it of yours why I am here?" Becky turned to walk away from Jasmaugik. "Damn horses," she muttered under her breath.
Jasmaugik watched as the young girl walked away. She looked at the tree behind her. 'I know I felt something and it wasn't my imagination either...' Jasmaugik shrugged and turned to walk away, talking to thin air.
"Most everyone I have come across has hated my kind. Why don't I just go back to where I was created and continue the work of an orc? I hate it there though... all the other orcs treat me like shit while they are the ones that smell like it. I hate being whipped just to make some captain get his daily laughs." The orc whipped a stray stick through the woods and sighed in disgust.
A loud creaking noise sounded somewhere close by. She looked around, but nothing was visible except for trees, shrubs, and shadows. The quiet night hid its secrets well.
Golenesqua, the ancient Entwife tried to move her arms slowly so that the foul creature of doom would not see her move, but it must not have been working well because the orc kept looking into the forest for something unseen.
"Orc person, who are you and why have you disturbed my slumber? Do you not know that it is rude to use somebody as a leaning post while they are asleep? Why are you so far north?" Jasmaugik looked directly at the tree and did not believe what she was seeing. The Entwife continued talking without giving Jas a chance to answer. "Let me get a good look at you, small one. You are very clean for your kind. I know many men who are less clean than you. You seem to be female, if I am not mistaken, and you do not carry an ax, which is a very good thing for you in your position." The tree bent down and put her face inches in front of that of the orc. "You may not need to be expelled from my home after all. You do not like the company of others of your kind do you? Any others of your kind would have tried to kill me by now, hacking and cutting at roots and branches that take so long to grow in my old age."
Jasmaugik nodded, a bit embarrassed that this tree seemed to be able to see right through her.
"Isa sorry, I no expect tree to talk. None ever talked to me before."
"It is quite alright. I get that reaction from many. It is very dangerous for you to be traveling in the North, young friend. Most here hate your kind and would kill you without a second thought simply because of what your race is known to be capable of. They would not take the time to notice that you are different from the rest out of fear for themselves or their families. Tell me, what is it that you are doing so far away from your home?"
"It is a long tale, lady tree." Jasmaugik was still shaking off the shock of the moving, talking tree. 'What are the odds of this happening?' she wondered. "I is Jasmaugik. Yousa right, I no likes other Orc. I hates 'em all. Dey whips me and chains me for one eensy mistake. Dey smelly and stupid. None of orcs think for themselves. Just Jasmaugik. Puhlease excuse mesa ignorance, but I don'ts even know who or maybe then what it is you may be? You are a very nice person. I gots bad feelings 'bout Mordor. Somethings dat is bad is brewin' ups and meso no want to know what it is. Mesa want to get away from the Darkness of the Black Land. Evil is there to stay and me nos likes evil." Despite the warmth of the night, Jasmaugik shivered out of fright.
"I have said it once, smart orc, but I am Golenesqua the Entwife. A moving, talking, herder of the trees. I have come here after failing to raise the closest thing I'll ever have to a daughter. She left for Mordor a while ago, and I have not seen her for quite some time. Her name was Leona. She is a centaur, who was left in my forest a very long time ago. She is a mighty hunter, and I miss her very much. I should have kept her safer..." the entwife's voice trailed off as tears formed in her eyes. "I just wish she would come back to me. I fear to return to Fanghorn not knowing if she is alive or dead. What if she comes back because she needs me? I must wait. I cannot return with the regret." Golenesqua hung her head and thought of her beautiful Leona.
Jasmaugik stood, unsure of how to comfort a tree.
"I knows! I go to Mordor for you! I finds Leona an' brings her home to yousa. I be backs soon as I can."
Golenesqua looked up, spilling one tear from her gigantic eyes.
"Would you really? You are surely not like any other, man, elf or orc, that I have ever met. If you do this for me, how would I ever repay you?"
"Isa already repaid by your happiness. If I can make one person's life better by da way I lives, den I has done a good job. I go now. Be backs as soon as I can with Leona."
Without any more words, Jasmaugik hurried off to Mordor to find Leona and return her to her home in the forest. Just how she would convince a being that was twice her size to do something she obviously didn't want to do, she didn't know. The orc headed back the way she came, moving much faster since she had a specific destination in mind. Jasmaugik felt happier than she had in a long time, because her life and purpose and direction, the two things that she had always needed, along with compassion and a thirst to help others.
'Mordor, here I come.'
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