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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 Four
"Milady," Legolas began, and then corrected himself: "Urtz. We will most likely not survive this battle."
"If he does, I will. If he does not-"
"Urtz." Legolas put down the white knives he had been sharpening. "He took his white hand willingly."
"I want him to die." That's what I said. "He is evil now. It is no more than he deserves."
"Then he shall die. And another life restored in his place.
"There is a balance, Urtz. When one dies, the balance breaks. That is always why there is a red sun the next morning. If, no When, enough die, there will be no balance any longer. That is Sauron's goal. He wants the balance in his favor."
"What is the balance?"
"Death. And life. That is why there are elves, and Valinor. They will always be alive there, so there is always life."
"Who is on the other side of the balance? Who is death? Who is the opposite for the elves?"
"No one knows. Perhaps the black riders are. And the others. They are what balances the balance. You wouldn't know. You wouldn't know what it feels like not to make a difference in the balance. Not to be part of the balance of everything."
"Legolas." I turned around. I felt chunky and bulky; slow and clumsy. "You are always part of every orc, every man, every goblin, and every uruk you slay. You are the balance."
"Then you shall slay your cousin."
"My little brother was old when he died. I am older now: two thousand and four hundred years. Purtz is older still. We are immortal, Legolas, but so many of us have died over spilled blood. I will die of heartbreak, Legolas, as Elessar's Princess Arwen is dying now."
Legolas stood. "We shall go now. To battle."
I stood, and looked him in his sapphire blue eyes.
He returned my gaze for a fleeting second, and then turned his back and walked out.
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 Four
"Milady," Legolas began, and then corrected himself: "Urtz. We will most likely not survive this battle."
"If he does, I will. If he does not-"
"Urtz." Legolas put down the white knives he had been sharpening. "He took his white hand willingly."
"I want him to die." That's what I said. "He is evil now. It is no more than he deserves."
"Then he shall die. And another life restored in his place.
"There is a balance, Urtz. When one dies, the balance breaks. That is always why there is a red sun the next morning. If, no When, enough die, there will be no balance any longer. That is Sauron's goal. He wants the balance in his favor."
"What is the balance?"
"Death. And life. That is why there are elves, and Valinor. They will always be alive there, so there is always life."
"Who is on the other side of the balance? Who is death? Who is the opposite for the elves?"
"No one knows. Perhaps the black riders are. And the others. They are what balances the balance. You wouldn't know. You wouldn't know what it feels like not to make a difference in the balance. Not to be part of the balance of everything."
"Legolas." I turned around. I felt chunky and bulky; slow and clumsy. "You are always part of every orc, every man, every goblin, and every uruk you slay. You are the balance."
"Then you shall slay your cousin."
"My little brother was old when he died. I am older now: two thousand and four hundred years. Purtz is older still. We are immortal, Legolas, but so many of us have died over spilled blood. I will die of heartbreak, Legolas, as Elessar's Princess Arwen is dying now."
Legolas stood. "We shall go now. To battle."
I stood, and looked him in his sapphire blue eyes.
He returned my gaze for a fleeting second, and then turned his back and walked out.