An Orc's Halloween
By Arabiasil
As usual, Tolkien owns all of his stuff and I own mine. Just a little story I did for Arabella Thorne for Halloween. It's just for fun so enjoy! God Bless.
Elrond pulled his horse to a stop and breathed a sigh of relief. The orc tracks he had been following had turned away from Rivendell and had headed back out into the Wild. His two son, Elladan and Elrohir pulled to a stop beside him.
"At least he can't cause much trouble out in the Wild. There are very few humans living there."
"A pity Ada," sighed Elladan. "I would have liked to met out justice to that little troublemaker. He has been wreaking havoc over every farm in the area."
Elrond was thoughtful for a moment, then smiled. "I would not worry about it my son. Illuvatar often has a way of handing out His own brand of justice."
The three elves rode back to Rivendell and a well deserved supper. Meanwhile, Nuzluk was miles away, making his way into the heart of the Wild. The first farm he came to belonged to old Lisha. Nuzluk headed straight to the little farmhouse, his mouth watering for the taste of human flesh. To his delight Lisha was home when he got there.
Nuzluk stepped quietly into the shadow of a nearby tree, all the time keeping his eyes on his human prey.
The old woman was sweeping off her front stoop. She will never know what hit her until I sink my knife in her scrawny body smirked Nuzluk. I'll have some fun with her first though.
He mocked the sound of a ravening wolf, making it sound as if it would burst from the bushes and attack at any moment.
The old woman stopped sweeping immediately and scurried into the house. Nuzluk chuckled to himself from the bushes. She was easier to scare than he thought. Suddenly he heard her come out of the front door and walk quickly towards the bushes where he was concealed.
Human curiosity thought Nuzluk. How many times has it proved to be their undoing? He sat snickering in the bushes.
Suddenly he was drowned in a rain of scalding hot water. The pain was incredible.
"There" said the old woman, "that will teach you to come steal my chickens!"
He was so shocked he could only sit in the bushes watching the ground steaming around him as her footsteps retreated back into the house.
His anger suddenly flamed at being attacked in such a manner by a mere human. Who did she think she was dealing with? He was an orc! He got to his feet and peeked out from his hiding place. The old woman had gone back to sweeping her stoop.
Watching her carefully, Nuzluk scuttled across the yard, intent on spilling the old woman's blood. He could think of few things more worthless than an old human. He moved silently behind the old woman as she swept off the broad, flat stones in front of her door. His hand went to his knife hilt and he stepped towards her to grab her from behind. Without warning she suddenly stopped and stretched her stiff back. The end of the broom handle hit him squarely in the eye.
Stifling a yelp of pain he quickly retreated back to the bushes to hide. This was ridiculous. She was just an old woman. It wasn't like he was pitted against elves! Making up his mind, he decided to go into her house. Once there he could cause her enough mischief to give her a heart attack.
He looked out into the yard. The old woman was nowhere to be seen. He quickly moved towards the nearest window and moved to slither in. Just as he got underneath the window, old Lisha dumped her chamber pot out the window, soaking Nuzluk in human waste. He made for the bushes as fast as his legs would carry him.
He sat there in insulted silence for a good half hour before he decided to try again.
He moved to the window again, flinched once as he moved to climb in the window; then seeing there was no chamber pot to attack him again he slithered in. And stepped directly into a box of spearheads once owned by Lisha's dearly departed warrior husband. His feet got sliced up pretty badly before he finally managed to leap out of the box and into the middle of the bedroom.
Blast! First I am attacked with hot water, than human filth, and now I am almost crippled by old, rusted weapons. What comes next, a dog of war! Nuzluk thought sourly.
He carefully backed away from the offending box, and stepped directly on the tail of Old Ether, Lisha's ancient and grouchy tomcat. Ether woke from a dream about being chased by wolves and dug his teeth and claws into the nearest available target, the slices on Nuzluk's feet.
He stifled a scream of pain and hobbled quickly towards the opposite window.
Nuzluk heard Lisha coming and quickened his limping pace to the opposite window and looked out to find a soft place to land with his wounded feet. He heard her hand on the door handle and, panicking, he threw himself out the window and landed with a painful thump in the midst of Lisha's prize rose bushes. Nuzluk felt he would be eaten alive by the thorns before he could extract himself and escape into the forest.
Scratched and bleeding from head to foot he finally reached the safety of the trees and looked back at the house. The old woman was sitting on her front stoop with a cup of tea. Nuzluk shuddered and turning, quickly left the area before she could see him.
Happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!
As usual, Tolkien owns all of his stuff and I own mine. Just a little story I did for Arabella Thorne for Halloween. It's just for fun so enjoy! God Bless.
Elrond pulled his horse to a stop and breathed a sigh of relief. The orc tracks he had been following had turned away from Rivendell and had headed back out into the Wild. His two son, Elladan and Elrohir pulled to a stop beside him.
"At least he can't cause much trouble out in the Wild. There are very few humans living there."
"A pity Ada," sighed Elladan. "I would have liked to met out justice to that little troublemaker. He has been wreaking havoc over every farm in the area."
Elrond was thoughtful for a moment, then smiled. "I would not worry about it my son. Illuvatar often has a way of handing out His own brand of justice."
The three elves rode back to Rivendell and a well deserved supper. Meanwhile, Nuzluk was miles away, making his way into the heart of the Wild. The first farm he came to belonged to old Lisha. Nuzluk headed straight to the little farmhouse, his mouth watering for the taste of human flesh. To his delight Lisha was home when he got there.
Nuzluk stepped quietly into the shadow of a nearby tree, all the time keeping his eyes on his human prey.
The old woman was sweeping off her front stoop. She will never know what hit her until I sink my knife in her scrawny body smirked Nuzluk. I'll have some fun with her first though.
He mocked the sound of a ravening wolf, making it sound as if it would burst from the bushes and attack at any moment.
The old woman stopped sweeping immediately and scurried into the house. Nuzluk chuckled to himself from the bushes. She was easier to scare than he thought. Suddenly he heard her come out of the front door and walk quickly towards the bushes where he was concealed.
Human curiosity thought Nuzluk. How many times has it proved to be their undoing? He sat snickering in the bushes.
Suddenly he was drowned in a rain of scalding hot water. The pain was incredible.
"There" said the old woman, "that will teach you to come steal my chickens!"
He was so shocked he could only sit in the bushes watching the ground steaming around him as her footsteps retreated back into the house.
His anger suddenly flamed at being attacked in such a manner by a mere human. Who did she think she was dealing with? He was an orc! He got to his feet and peeked out from his hiding place. The old woman had gone back to sweeping her stoop.
Watching her carefully, Nuzluk scuttled across the yard, intent on spilling the old woman's blood. He could think of few things more worthless than an old human. He moved silently behind the old woman as she swept off the broad, flat stones in front of her door. His hand went to his knife hilt and he stepped towards her to grab her from behind. Without warning she suddenly stopped and stretched her stiff back. The end of the broom handle hit him squarely in the eye.
Stifling a yelp of pain he quickly retreated back to the bushes to hide. This was ridiculous. She was just an old woman. It wasn't like he was pitted against elves! Making up his mind, he decided to go into her house. Once there he could cause her enough mischief to give her a heart attack.
He looked out into the yard. The old woman was nowhere to be seen. He quickly moved towards the nearest window and moved to slither in. Just as he got underneath the window, old Lisha dumped her chamber pot out the window, soaking Nuzluk in human waste. He made for the bushes as fast as his legs would carry him.
He sat there in insulted silence for a good half hour before he decided to try again.
He moved to the window again, flinched once as he moved to climb in the window; then seeing there was no chamber pot to attack him again he slithered in. And stepped directly into a box of spearheads once owned by Lisha's dearly departed warrior husband. His feet got sliced up pretty badly before he finally managed to leap out of the box and into the middle of the bedroom.
Blast! First I am attacked with hot water, than human filth, and now I am almost crippled by old, rusted weapons. What comes next, a dog of war! Nuzluk thought sourly.
He carefully backed away from the offending box, and stepped directly on the tail of Old Ether, Lisha's ancient and grouchy tomcat. Ether woke from a dream about being chased by wolves and dug his teeth and claws into the nearest available target, the slices on Nuzluk's feet.
He stifled a scream of pain and hobbled quickly towards the opposite window.
Nuzluk heard Lisha coming and quickened his limping pace to the opposite window and looked out to find a soft place to land with his wounded feet. He heard her hand on the door handle and, panicking, he threw himself out the window and landed with a painful thump in the midst of Lisha's prize rose bushes. Nuzluk felt he would be eaten alive by the thorns before he could extract himself and escape into the forest.
Scratched and bleeding from head to foot he finally reached the safety of the trees and looked back at the house. The old woman was sitting on her front stoop with a cup of tea. Nuzluk shuddered and turning, quickly left the area before she could see him.
Happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!
