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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fan fiction is based on The Lord of the Rings movies, but, yes, I have read The Lord of the Rings, and yes, I know some of the stuff I put in my stories is incorrect. This is FAN fiction! I am a fan, and this is my fiction. So, please do not review with everything that is incorrect! Also, no one knows how the Uruk-hai are. No one knows their personality. They DO have a little bit of elven blood, so maybe they're like elves-poetic and everything!
The Uruk-hai
Chapter One
"Dead?" I asked numbly. "My little brother? Lurtz. Dead."
"Yes," My lord Saruman told me, "He was killed by a man named Elessar. And in addition I am sending your cousin out to lead the march on Helm's Deep. Your family is best at war. And you, you, are my chief counselor and advisor."
"Why? Elessar, or whatever his name is, is probably at Helm's Deep, trying to kill my brother! You seem to like sending out my family. Because we are best at war? Why don't you send me? Because I'm a female?" I cried. I roared, and then turned around to face him.
"I am having trouble understanding you. When you speak, you seem to roar. Go take a walk and cool down." Saruman motioned to a ladder. "Get out of these caverns. Take a walk. Look at Isengard."
I climbed up the ladder.
"You!" It was the man my lord called Worm. "Get back to your position!"
"Go crawl in the dirt, Worm." I growled. I shoved past him, giving my family's trademark roar.
I found Purtz, my cousin in another cavern, preparing for war. When he saw me, he stood up from his seat knocking the lesser Uruk-hai behind him back. "Urtz!" He cried, opening his arms for an embrace.
"Hi, Purtz," I said gloomily, and hugged him, "Did my lord make you go?"
"He said he'd teach me much, and I would be an honor to my family if I went."
I blinked back tears. "You'll always be an honor to me, no matter what, cousin."
"But did you know we have elf blood in us? Our father was a goblin! Orcs, what our mother was, were elves once, then were changed. I know you, Lurtz, and I always have and will adore the elves. They're so poetic and everything!"
I fingered my pointy ears, that I had probably gotten from my mother, who got them from. From. Herself. "Why didn't they always call them elves then, if they are elves? Orcs sounds so evil."
"We. We are."
"Evil." I finished his sentence for him.
"I don't know why. Elves are a force of good?"
"We don't decide if we're good or evil. Saruman does." I shook my head.
He sighed. "We are not evil until we get what I am about to get."
Saruman called, "Purtz!" He motioned Purtz over to him. With his other hand he waved to me. It was covered with white paint.
"Remember what I said," Purtz whispered in my ear as he walked past. "You're not evil until you get what I am about to get."
I watched him with my yellow eyes. I was marked with no white hand. Yet.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fan fiction is based on The Lord of the Rings movies, but, yes, I have read The Lord of the Rings, and yes, I know some of the stuff I put in my stories is incorrect. This is FAN fiction! I am a fan, and this is my fiction. So, please do not review with everything that is incorrect! Also, no one knows how the Uruk-hai are. No one knows their personality. They DO have a little bit of elven blood, so maybe they're like elves-poetic and everything!
The Uruk-hai
Chapter One
"Dead?" I asked numbly. "My little brother? Lurtz. Dead."
"Yes," My lord Saruman told me, "He was killed by a man named Elessar. And in addition I am sending your cousin out to lead the march on Helm's Deep. Your family is best at war. And you, you, are my chief counselor and advisor."
"Why? Elessar, or whatever his name is, is probably at Helm's Deep, trying to kill my brother! You seem to like sending out my family. Because we are best at war? Why don't you send me? Because I'm a female?" I cried. I roared, and then turned around to face him.
"I am having trouble understanding you. When you speak, you seem to roar. Go take a walk and cool down." Saruman motioned to a ladder. "Get out of these caverns. Take a walk. Look at Isengard."
I climbed up the ladder.
"You!" It was the man my lord called Worm. "Get back to your position!"
"Go crawl in the dirt, Worm." I growled. I shoved past him, giving my family's trademark roar.
I found Purtz, my cousin in another cavern, preparing for war. When he saw me, he stood up from his seat knocking the lesser Uruk-hai behind him back. "Urtz!" He cried, opening his arms for an embrace.
"Hi, Purtz," I said gloomily, and hugged him, "Did my lord make you go?"
"He said he'd teach me much, and I would be an honor to my family if I went."
I blinked back tears. "You'll always be an honor to me, no matter what, cousin."
"But did you know we have elf blood in us? Our father was a goblin! Orcs, what our mother was, were elves once, then were changed. I know you, Lurtz, and I always have and will adore the elves. They're so poetic and everything!"
I fingered my pointy ears, that I had probably gotten from my mother, who got them from. From. Herself. "Why didn't they always call them elves then, if they are elves? Orcs sounds so evil."
"We. We are."
"Evil." I finished his sentence for him.
"I don't know why. Elves are a force of good?"
"We don't decide if we're good or evil. Saruman does." I shook my head.
He sighed. "We are not evil until we get what I am about to get."
Saruman called, "Purtz!" He motioned Purtz over to him. With his other hand he waved to me. It was covered with white paint.
"Remember what I said," Purtz whispered in my ear as he walked past. "You're not evil until you get what I am about to get."
I watched him with my yellow eyes. I was marked with no white hand. Yet.