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Enterprises.
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 Two
I slept fitfully that night. I could run away and help the good guys and this. Elessar or whatever his name was. Or I could stay here at Isengard, eventually go to Mordor, and. And. And then what? I had to make a decision. Tonight.
Saruman walked to my chambers, and looked around. "URTZ!" He roared, sounding much like myself when I'm angry. "WHERE ARE YOU?"
I stayed up on the highest point of the wall, closest to the hole where there should have been a ceiling, fingers digging into the cold dirt, like a regular goblin. Like my father. I swung my feet up out of the hole.
"GUARDS!" Saruman roared. "FIND URTZ! FIND HER!"
I was about to pull my hands out of the hole. One hand was out, but one of the sheets of metal on my wrist got stuck in the dirt. I yanked, and the sheet of iron fell to the ground.
I was out, but Saruman began to climb out of my chambers, trying not to get one of his hands on the walls. It was dripping with white paint, almost like his hand was smeared in white blood.
Time to put my bloodline skills to work. I climbed up the nearest watch tower, almost like a goblin. Once I was up, I listened carefully and looked around like an elf would.
I heard Saruman's feet slapping the wet dirt. The rain must have washed the paint off of his hand by now. He began to climb the tower.
Then, I remembered when I had seen Gandalf the Gray escape from the top of Saruman's tower. He had jumped onto an eagle.
I saw what looked like a large bird flying towards me. I jumped.
The next thing I remember was standing in some plains (Rohan, probably, I thought then), with some blonde elf (who probably thought he was all that-like the lady Galadriel or something) on a horse with a dwarf behind him. The elf was pointing an arrow at my forehead.
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 Two
I slept fitfully that night. I could run away and help the good guys and this. Elessar or whatever his name was. Or I could stay here at Isengard, eventually go to Mordor, and. And. And then what? I had to make a decision. Tonight.
Saruman walked to my chambers, and looked around. "URTZ!" He roared, sounding much like myself when I'm angry. "WHERE ARE YOU?"
I stayed up on the highest point of the wall, closest to the hole where there should have been a ceiling, fingers digging into the cold dirt, like a regular goblin. Like my father. I swung my feet up out of the hole.
"GUARDS!" Saruman roared. "FIND URTZ! FIND HER!"
I was about to pull my hands out of the hole. One hand was out, but one of the sheets of metal on my wrist got stuck in the dirt. I yanked, and the sheet of iron fell to the ground.
I was out, but Saruman began to climb out of my chambers, trying not to get one of his hands on the walls. It was dripping with white paint, almost like his hand was smeared in white blood.
Time to put my bloodline skills to work. I climbed up the nearest watch tower, almost like a goblin. Once I was up, I listened carefully and looked around like an elf would.
I heard Saruman's feet slapping the wet dirt. The rain must have washed the paint off of his hand by now. He began to climb the tower.
Then, I remembered when I had seen Gandalf the Gray escape from the top of Saruman's tower. He had jumped onto an eagle.
I saw what looked like a large bird flying towards me. I jumped.
The next thing I remember was standing in some plains (Rohan, probably, I thought then), with some blonde elf (who probably thought he was all that-like the lady Galadriel or something) on a horse with a dwarf behind him. The elf was pointing an arrow at my forehead.