Disclaimer: I don't own Lotr. I do own Rinariel though. Never thought I'd
own an Orc, but I do.
A/N: Ok, so now she's not a real Orc, so I, hopefully, have little chance of mucking anything else up.
The Diary of an Orc
*~*~*
I used to be fairer than the Evenstar herself and I used to live in a city that was more beautiful and stunning than Rivendell. My name is Rinariel and I am an Orc.
Sometimes I remember what it used to be like to be an Elf. I dwelled in the city of Galadriel; I used to be a part of the Galadhrim. I loved my Lady and served her well as I was one of the ladies. Sometimes, I miss being an Elf so much; I have this weird urge to stalk any Elf that comes within seeing distance. I may have become the opposite of what I was, but my sight and hearing are as good as any Elf.
Today, Saruman, the White Wizard, set my work group to pulling down and chopping up the Trees. At first, I couldn't. Having being brought up for a little over two thousand years loving and living in trees, I couldn't bear the bring any harm to them.
Upon the White Wizards tower is another, another Wizard that is. I saw him briefly while hesitating to harm the trees. I saw his grey head poke over the top of Orthanc.
I hate what I have become and would do anything to change it.
*~*~*
How I came to be an Orc is still a painful memory, even though it happened not long ago. You might even say that I am not a real Orc as my body is just an illusion. An illusion created by a powerful, corrupted Wizard. The Wizard, a treacherous, old fool was angry with me for being a pain in his behind. So, he cursed me with a powerful spell only time, or death, can break. A spell to make me look, and feel like an Orc.
I had been visiting his tower in Isengard with my Mistress, Altariel, for no apparent reason, or so I was lead to believe, when I accidentally destroyed these very important notes that he had collated over many, many years.
These notes were important in his study of the Dark Powers, as he was fascinated with everything of the Dark Power.
I went to confess; he was in a foul mood. Obviously, my Lady had bad news, and my own news of what I had so stupidly done, broke the Horse's back.
*~*~*
Saruman has done a terrible thing. He has bred an army to wipe out any resistance in Middle Earth. He has bred a race of Uruk-Hai, a mixture between Orcs and Goblins. They are horrible, nasty, deceiving creatures that like to be the boss of things. One, Lurtz his name was, was put in charge of my work group. He worked us so hard that we couldn't walk after hauling bag after bag full of wood for the fires. Armour is being made for Saruman's new army; it is a horrible sight to see.
I really wish I weren't in this foul body of an Orc; i have gone from the most wise and respected, to the scum that everyone's out to kill.
*~*~*
Would you believe me if I said that I was a great friend of the Evenstar?
She came often to Lorien, being the granddaughter of the White Lady. We were fast and firm friends. We used to play tricks on the Guards of Lorien, as we looked kind of similar, Arwen and I. We would dress the same and walk by saying the same thing, over and over until our trick was spoilt and we would be in trouble. Even though I had blonde hair, and the Evenstar brown, we would wear long flowing cloaks and still be mistaken for each other. I miss the Evenstar the most. If she saw me now, she would probably not believe that I was indeed, her old friend.
*~*~*
This morning, the Wizard on Orthanc escaped. Saruman was livid with anger; he worked us harder than ever. He was so angry that he even killed his top Uruk. Now Lurtz, the Uruk who was in charge of my group, is the Leader.
Great.
*~*~*
I have been unable to write for a few days because we have to travel to the Elven city Rivendell to stop a group called the Fellowship leaving. One member, and the Evenstar had been chased there by the Nazgul. Hearing this news nearly made me cry. I miss Arwen so, and would do anything for a friend.
If I tried to be friends with any of the other Orcs, they would suspect me of trying to weasel them out of their portion of food or something. Not that the food is worth eating. Bread. Wormy, maggoty bread.
I miss the Elvish food too.
*~*~*
I've escaped! I can't believe it! One minute, I was trying to wash myself in a nearby river, next thing, the others have gone! I only have to worry about food; I can't sleep for the excitement of being away from the others is so great!
I have seen signs of the Fellowship.
I know they have a horse with them. I saw the hoof marks after I finished washing. I have been walking, running, skipping for hours on end. I am now rested underneath a tree. I can smell a familiar scent.
I know it is the scent of an Elf, but I do not want to believe it. If I met with an Elf now, I'm sure I wouldn't survive for the longing to be normal again would surely kill me.
I have passed my group. I'm sure they are missing me, as I was their official tracker. Not that I was doing a good job. I would make fake tracks and follow those. I hate doing any jobs for the Orcs, it is horrible. All they do is glare and sneer; I've received not one thank-you from any Orc.
The Fellowship are but a day ahead, I will catch them soon, if I keep running through the night.
*~*~*
I at least thought they would be thankful for saving them from possible death.
I wandered into their camp this morning, swaying on my feet with exhaustion. The Elf I had smelt the day before was up and awake, but before I could declare my innocence and non-orcness, I had an arrow through my shoulder and another held at my throat. I recognised the Elf immediately. It was Prince Legolas of Mirkwood.
"Are you a scout?" He demanded, the tip of his arrow pressing into my flesh. I noticed though, that he would not touch me. He held his bow and arrow slightly away from his body as to not touch me.
I was trying my best to block out the searing pain of his arrow. It was one of Mirkwood, tipped with metal.
"No..I-" I started, but was cut off. Another member had risen, a man. I sighed inwardly and regretted coming this close.
"Legolas? What is it?" The man called out, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"An Orc." Legolas spat, wrinkling his nose at me. His eyes were narrowed and his expression extremely unwelcoming.
"How did it get here?
"I was just in the process of asking."
I sucked in a breath and prepared to talk, but the man came forward and relieved Legolas on the holding-to-arrow-point with his holding-to-blade- point. His sword, Narsil, bit into my skin uncomfortably. I didn't flinch, and that was what surprised the man.
"Narsil does not harm you?" He asked, confused.
I shook my head and started to explain.
"I am Rinariel of the Galadhrim." I said nervously. The mans eyes narrowed and his sword edged closer to my throat, the blade nearly cutting my flesh.
"Saruman the White has placed an unbreakable spell on me. One to make me look appear as an Orc. I was a Lady of Altariel. "
I was about to continue when I was interrupted by another voice.
"Aragorn?"
The Wizard!
"You!" I cried in excitement.
"You were the Wizard on Saruman's tower!"
The Wizard frowned.
"Though you bear the body of one, you are no Orc." He said simply.
I could have cried.
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Ok, new and improved chapter one. Altariel is Galadriels Sindarin (I think) name. I'm not too sure. But I do know it is one of her names because I read it on this Tolkien desk calendar. Please tell me if anything's wrong. (I hope there's nothing..)
A/N: Ok, so now she's not a real Orc, so I, hopefully, have little chance of mucking anything else up.
The Diary of an Orc
*~*~*
I used to be fairer than the Evenstar herself and I used to live in a city that was more beautiful and stunning than Rivendell. My name is Rinariel and I am an Orc.
Sometimes I remember what it used to be like to be an Elf. I dwelled in the city of Galadriel; I used to be a part of the Galadhrim. I loved my Lady and served her well as I was one of the ladies. Sometimes, I miss being an Elf so much; I have this weird urge to stalk any Elf that comes within seeing distance. I may have become the opposite of what I was, but my sight and hearing are as good as any Elf.
Today, Saruman, the White Wizard, set my work group to pulling down and chopping up the Trees. At first, I couldn't. Having being brought up for a little over two thousand years loving and living in trees, I couldn't bear the bring any harm to them.
Upon the White Wizards tower is another, another Wizard that is. I saw him briefly while hesitating to harm the trees. I saw his grey head poke over the top of Orthanc.
I hate what I have become and would do anything to change it.
*~*~*
How I came to be an Orc is still a painful memory, even though it happened not long ago. You might even say that I am not a real Orc as my body is just an illusion. An illusion created by a powerful, corrupted Wizard. The Wizard, a treacherous, old fool was angry with me for being a pain in his behind. So, he cursed me with a powerful spell only time, or death, can break. A spell to make me look, and feel like an Orc.
I had been visiting his tower in Isengard with my Mistress, Altariel, for no apparent reason, or so I was lead to believe, when I accidentally destroyed these very important notes that he had collated over many, many years.
These notes were important in his study of the Dark Powers, as he was fascinated with everything of the Dark Power.
I went to confess; he was in a foul mood. Obviously, my Lady had bad news, and my own news of what I had so stupidly done, broke the Horse's back.
*~*~*
Saruman has done a terrible thing. He has bred an army to wipe out any resistance in Middle Earth. He has bred a race of Uruk-Hai, a mixture between Orcs and Goblins. They are horrible, nasty, deceiving creatures that like to be the boss of things. One, Lurtz his name was, was put in charge of my work group. He worked us so hard that we couldn't walk after hauling bag after bag full of wood for the fires. Armour is being made for Saruman's new army; it is a horrible sight to see.
I really wish I weren't in this foul body of an Orc; i have gone from the most wise and respected, to the scum that everyone's out to kill.
*~*~*
Would you believe me if I said that I was a great friend of the Evenstar?
She came often to Lorien, being the granddaughter of the White Lady. We were fast and firm friends. We used to play tricks on the Guards of Lorien, as we looked kind of similar, Arwen and I. We would dress the same and walk by saying the same thing, over and over until our trick was spoilt and we would be in trouble. Even though I had blonde hair, and the Evenstar brown, we would wear long flowing cloaks and still be mistaken for each other. I miss the Evenstar the most. If she saw me now, she would probably not believe that I was indeed, her old friend.
*~*~*
This morning, the Wizard on Orthanc escaped. Saruman was livid with anger; he worked us harder than ever. He was so angry that he even killed his top Uruk. Now Lurtz, the Uruk who was in charge of my group, is the Leader.
Great.
*~*~*
I have been unable to write for a few days because we have to travel to the Elven city Rivendell to stop a group called the Fellowship leaving. One member, and the Evenstar had been chased there by the Nazgul. Hearing this news nearly made me cry. I miss Arwen so, and would do anything for a friend.
If I tried to be friends with any of the other Orcs, they would suspect me of trying to weasel them out of their portion of food or something. Not that the food is worth eating. Bread. Wormy, maggoty bread.
I miss the Elvish food too.
*~*~*
I've escaped! I can't believe it! One minute, I was trying to wash myself in a nearby river, next thing, the others have gone! I only have to worry about food; I can't sleep for the excitement of being away from the others is so great!
I have seen signs of the Fellowship.
I know they have a horse with them. I saw the hoof marks after I finished washing. I have been walking, running, skipping for hours on end. I am now rested underneath a tree. I can smell a familiar scent.
I know it is the scent of an Elf, but I do not want to believe it. If I met with an Elf now, I'm sure I wouldn't survive for the longing to be normal again would surely kill me.
I have passed my group. I'm sure they are missing me, as I was their official tracker. Not that I was doing a good job. I would make fake tracks and follow those. I hate doing any jobs for the Orcs, it is horrible. All they do is glare and sneer; I've received not one thank-you from any Orc.
The Fellowship are but a day ahead, I will catch them soon, if I keep running through the night.
*~*~*
I at least thought they would be thankful for saving them from possible death.
I wandered into their camp this morning, swaying on my feet with exhaustion. The Elf I had smelt the day before was up and awake, but before I could declare my innocence and non-orcness, I had an arrow through my shoulder and another held at my throat. I recognised the Elf immediately. It was Prince Legolas of Mirkwood.
"Are you a scout?" He demanded, the tip of his arrow pressing into my flesh. I noticed though, that he would not touch me. He held his bow and arrow slightly away from his body as to not touch me.
I was trying my best to block out the searing pain of his arrow. It was one of Mirkwood, tipped with metal.
"No..I-" I started, but was cut off. Another member had risen, a man. I sighed inwardly and regretted coming this close.
"Legolas? What is it?" The man called out, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"An Orc." Legolas spat, wrinkling his nose at me. His eyes were narrowed and his expression extremely unwelcoming.
"How did it get here?
"I was just in the process of asking."
I sucked in a breath and prepared to talk, but the man came forward and relieved Legolas on the holding-to-arrow-point with his holding-to-blade- point. His sword, Narsil, bit into my skin uncomfortably. I didn't flinch, and that was what surprised the man.
"Narsil does not harm you?" He asked, confused.
I shook my head and started to explain.
"I am Rinariel of the Galadhrim." I said nervously. The mans eyes narrowed and his sword edged closer to my throat, the blade nearly cutting my flesh.
"Saruman the White has placed an unbreakable spell on me. One to make me look appear as an Orc. I was a Lady of Altariel. "
I was about to continue when I was interrupted by another voice.
"Aragorn?"
The Wizard!
"You!" I cried in excitement.
"You were the Wizard on Saruman's tower!"
The Wizard frowned.
"Though you bear the body of one, you are no Orc." He said simply.
I could have cried.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ok, new and improved chapter one. Altariel is Galadriels Sindarin (I think) name. I'm not too sure. But I do know it is one of her names because I read it on this Tolkien desk calendar. Please tell me if anything's wrong. (I hope there's nothing..)