The Meaning of Life

by Tyalie

A look into some of the most pointless existences of Middle Earth. [Mostly OCs slightly OOC. 10 drabble-like things. A bit depressing at first. Some language on Sauron's account.] Finis and Edited.

2. Orophin and Burg

The Meaning of Life Tyalie

Following in the tradition of forgetting the disclaimer until the second chapter: I don't own Lord of the Rings, I am not being paid to do this.

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#8 Orophin, the Lothlorien March Warden

Just finished my patrol, all's clear. And what else would you expect? I'm a March Warden of Lothlorien and I protect the borders of a land already protected by a power beyond the strength of orcs and goblins. I'm overkill, me and my two brothers.

Honestly, I don't believe anyone outside out forest know if we still exist. No one's entered our wood for almost 40 years.

Hold on. Haldir says he's heard someone singing near the river. Finally, some action.

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When I say 'Orophin' I am indeed refering to Haldir's brother.

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#7 Burg, the Orc

Hey, I'm spawned from filth, slap on some armor, and march to war.

Get there, fire a crossbow bolt, no wait, I'm lucky, I get to hack at some guy. Walk two steps forward and take an arrow to the chest. Die.

Isn't life beautiful.

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I must say, Burg's a sort of sarcastic orc.

Next chapter will be a little late. This chapter edited 09.10.04