Red Eyes:

Wanderer

Chapter 7


"Ours...wake..."

Nameless lay face down in a pool of bright red blood. It was still warm too. The smell was strong to his suddenly keen senses. Distance noises pricked at his ears--

"...Eat..."

"...is awake..."

"...soon..."

--he ignored them. He lazily opened wide, dark blue eyes but there was nothing to see here but black, stretching for miles upon miles of even more black.

"Don't...he..."

He lifted himself up slightly on his elbows. He didn't have to look to know he was naked, he cold feel the sweet smelling liquid against his bare skin. He sat up, legs crossed in front of him. He felt dreary and calm.

"Our boy..."

It wasn't deep in the least, only enough to cover the ground; about an inch of liquid at the most, he guessed.

He ran his right hand along the surface of the red pool. He cupped it in his hand and raised it to his face for inspection. He starred as the bright liquid slipped between the cracks of his fingers back into the shallow pool. He turned his hand over and over, examining the red tint that clung to his hand. It didn't feel sticky or dirty to him. Instead it felt clean on his bare skin, cleaner than water even. He returned to running his hand along the surface, playing with the bright red pool. He herd a high pitched giggle, like a tickled pig, and scanned the black with his eyes, starting to feel slightly more alert. Finding nothing and unable to decipher the distant whispering, he returned to playing with the pools surface.

"Captain Shagrat!... "

He jerked his head up looking around him. That had got his attention, but he was quickly losing his focus again. He turned back to the bright red surface and listened hard.

"...It...has..."

"...Should be..."

"...Hungry...your..."

"Hands...!"

"Your skin..."

Nothing but useless scraps of speech.

"Hn." The surface of the pool was moving slightly, like a tide. He leaned over the surface, looking hard. He could see fish! Scaleless, meatless, eyeless, fish! Small rocks were dragged back and forth by the sudden tide in the pool. The fish ignored the boy sitting in their bright red pond. One tried to bite at his toes. He grabbed for it and fell off balance, falling head first into the pool. He was submerged in red water. He squeezed his eyes shut to keep it from getting into his eyes. He turned himself about what he thought was up and began pumping his legs and arms.

He hadn't tried this twice before something clamped onto his left ankle, and then his calf, in a bruising grip.

Forgetting himself, he snapped his eyes open and looked to his left leg. A decomposing skeleton, the bones crimson in the red water, was clinging to his left leg, moving its jaw in gurgled and broken shouts.

And now he was scared! His adrenaline rushed and he kicked his legs trying to swim away. He kicked and flailed wildly. Finally, he had freed his leg but something had grabbed his right arm and the creature below him had taken this opportunity to grab at his leg again. He looked to see what had his arm and seeing a bony hand trying to crush his arm in its grip, had been all the inspiration he needed.

He jerked his limbs violently and painfully away from his attackers and swam to the surface in a few powerful stokes.

He gasped when he broke the surface not even realizing in his panic that he had needed to breath. He searched frantically for some form of land mass to climb up to but there was only the endless bright red coupled with a black horizon.

He felt his panic rise again but before he could even start a giant, red skeleton , about 10 feet tall, in light body armor, emerged from the red water behind him and encircled him in an embrace. It fell backwards into the red water, dragging the boy with it.

The water rushed passed him and in a moment of panic and stupidity, he gasped. But instead of his lungs filling with water like he expected, they were filled with air.


Nameless gasped and was awake immediately. He drew his right foot back and kicked the orc that had been licking it square in the nose. The orc yelped and jumped bac, whimpering and growling at the nasty little boy that had kicked him.

The orc was old. Very old. His clothes were just as old and smelly. What they were made of Nameless couldn't- didn't want to guess.

Nameless placed a hand over his forehead as if that would help stop the spinning. He had been in this little cell for awhile, how long he couldn't say, but not long enough for him to recover. The conditions of his environment were of no help either.

When he had first come to Mordor, he had asked Drum how they could tell when it was day or night.

"Time stands still in Mordor." Was his reply. Back then Nameless had been to busy with the hours in his work schedule to really care what that meant. And now, for the first time since he had come to this damnable waistband, he understood what Drum had said. He could feel the meaning in the words from the very air around him. Nowhere to go and all the time in the world to get there.

"What were you doing you old pervert?" Nameless spoke, his voice as loud as a drum inside the stone cell. He closed his stinging eyes. The room was as dark as it was before, but he had gained a little of his strength back and now he could see, if blurrily, the details of the cell, and its other, insane occupant.

Pwff! Details. It was a large cell with one metal door, the only light and air coming through the bared window in said door. There were no other windows. There was a pile of hay in the corner to make a bed on the cold, floor that smelled wet but felt dry. The hay however was for Kaushar, the old pervert mentioned previously, and he shared it with the mice that soon become his snack for the day. Night? Whatever. Day or night it was still to early for this.

"Only wanted a taste boy. Just a taste. I knew you would say no and so I did not ask. Your reflexes are getting worse. That or your health is failing and your body needs the rest. Either way, you slept deep, and long...What were you dreaming about?" The old orc's voice was deep and rough. The scars adorning his face and body suggested that he had once been a soldier orc, back in his priam. Nameless was sensitive to intense people, and this guy was intense.

"What did you do to me while I was asleep?" Nameless asked, looking at the old orc, one knee drawn up to his chest, the arm attached to the hand on his forehead resting on his knee.

"Don't talk back to me boy!" The old orc roared, getting to his feet quickly, "I said I had a taste and a taste I had. Nothing more!" He calmed down and resumed his seat on the grown. "Insulant pup. No discipline. No respect. No wonder you's in here with the likes of old Kaushar. Yes. Yes sir, indeed."

"And why, pray tell, are you in here sir?" Nameless asked, not really expecting a real answer. He had asked this question many times before and each time the old orc would start chattering about nonsense that soon became mutter words in the dark, until finally that old soldier would retreat back into his own mind, leaving the outside world safe for Nameless to rest until the old orc's next grope session or the guards would bring them food.

"Ah hah! That's more like it! You just keep up with your yes sir this, and your yes sir that. And sometimes a no sir, this or that. But about this you asked. Not about that. Poor, old Kaushar's been here a mighty long time, lad, he has. Always looking for someone else to blame. But I showed 'em. And never regretted it once. Well...not since after they put the screws to me. I remember back when-"

See. Why are old people always talking about when they were young and compare it to the young people of whenever. Nameless didn't really understand it but from what he could gather out of the old orc was that he had pissed the wrong person off and had wound up here. Unfortunately for him, the hot shot that had placed him here had died and Kaushar was forgotten about. And now, a really long time later, here he was, in the same cell he was put in a really long time ago.

Nameless waited for the old orc to quite down before he himself went down for a nap.


If you're wondering what time it is, then you really weren't paying much attention before were you?

"Wake up! Awake luk-izub!" Kaushar whispered harshly, rubbing the boy's arms and chest roughly.

Nameless groaned and shook Kaushar's hands off. "Kausher," he groaned groggily," my answer is the same as always. No! Now go back to bed." he said and settled in, trying to go back to sleep. He needed to rest and heal, but Kaushar was making that very difficult for him. Nameless would have choked the life out of him if only to get some sleep without being interrupted, and had he thought he could take Kaushar in his weakened state, he would have already. Damn he was pathetic to be afraid of this aging orc, and for good reason. He was helpless!

Kausher growled,"Urk lat! Futhurz!"

Nameless groaned, stirred, and slapped the old orc hard across the face. Kaushar growled and countered with his own harsh slap which knocked the boy's head into the ground with a loud 'thud'. Or maybe it was more of a 'smack'. Well, somewhere between 'thud' and 'smack', Nameless groaned in pain, grabbed the back of his head, and kick the old orc in the gut. The elderly warrior's breath left him with the solid blow. Nameless took this opportunity to try and crawl away from under the orc above him, but Kaushar grabbed both his forearms in an iron grip and pulled the boy back to him. Nameless struggled and kicked wildly, weakness and fear causing him to panic. One of these wild kicks connected solidly with the old orc's knee. Luckily for him, Kaushar had been prepared for such a retaliation. The one that came up under his jaw however, he had not been prepared for. Kausher almost lost his grip on the struggling boy. Growling loudly this time, Kaushar tightened his grip on the boy's arms hard enough to make him yelp from the pain. Kaushar quickly placed a hand over the boy's mouth and pinned him to the ground.

"SHH! Listen!" Kaushar whispered furiously.

Nameless stilled. He listened carefully, the sounds outside of their cell magnified by the vibrations through the stone floor. He focused on the sounds coming from just outside their cell door. It sounded like a fight. Orcs, he guessed.

Kaushar had removed his hand from Nameless's mouth and placed his weight on his forearms, but he rmained still and quiet over Nameless.

"What are-" there was a loud snap. It sounded more like wood, rather then bone, and there was no pause in the scuffle."What are they fighting about?" Nameless asked quietly, unconsciously scooting away from the door, were the danger lay, and towards Kaushar and the warmth of his elder. Realizing what he was doing, Nameless scuttled over to the wall. His weakened body was automatically seeking out refuge, a place to rest and heal. Kaushar was his elder, elders were parental figures. Parents of parents. Parents protect their cubs. Thus elders protect all cubs.

Nameless looked to Kaushar, who was looking at him with an expression he didn't recognize. Kaushar didn't seemed disturbed by the fact that Nameless had been just short of cuddling him only moments before. Did he know that Nameless had been unconsciously asking his elder for refuge, or did he simply not care.

"You, I think. I've been here to long to hope it was me. But I don't think I would want to go even if it was." Kaushar said in answer to Nameless's earlier question, before his sudden shyness.

The fighting was getting rougher and louder now. Nameless wished he had heard what was said that had started the fight.

"Neither of them wanted to come in after ya." Kausher said with a slight smirk, guessing what the boy had been thinking from his expression. "Seems some shaman from Moria has placed the fear of the Belrog in the soldiers of Mordor, Says you're the chosen disciple of the Belrog, the spawn from his flame."

Nameless smirked as well. Drum had turned the mental breakdown of a young boy into the work of the almighty Belrog through his 'son' or rather 'spawn'. And now it seems that most of Mordor was afraid of the 'chosen disciple'. To afraid to even walk into the same cell as he, even when ordered to. Shagrat must be pissed! He was going to kill Drum if he hadn't already. But knowing Drum, Shagrat would have to find and then catch him first. Ye flippin', hairy, gods. That was just to funny.

Nameless burst out laughing, the sound surprising Kaushar, vibrating off the walls and caring through the stones. It was nice, if caused by a dark piece of humor. It was one of those laughs that said 'this is so fucked up and stupid and all kinds of crazy but its ok because its funny. Truth is often stranger than fiction, and sometimes its funnier to, because it real.'

Hearing that laugh, like all the shit that was happening was just another joke, made Kaushar feel better. Like everything was ok. It didn't have to make sense, because really, all the bad things that were happing didn't really make a lot of sense either, when you look at it as though it didn't involve you. Or any way you look at it really. So why should anything that makes you feel better about it make sense either. Kaushar had to smile.

"MAGGOTS! What the fuck is your problem!"

The noise inside and outside the cell stopped as quickly as hair burns. Kaushar recognized the voice. Guldug, one of Shagrat's inner-circle. He was a terror to prisoners and soldiers alike. He was Shagrats dog, loyal and vicious. He seemed quite content to be the favorite of a upper rank soldier than to be one and have to face the wrath and blame of those above that rank.

The two that had been fighting outside the cell began talking at once, voices mingling together in different tongues.

"QUIET! I don't want to hear your damn excuses. You two were given orders and you failed to follow them."

The loud orc, who apparently outrank the two prison guards since they were doing nothing to retaliate the harsh words throw at them, lapsed into the black speech. Nameless had gotten quite good at understanding the black speech but he was unable to follow all that was said. He gave up. He turned to Kaushar, to ask if maybe he could translate but the words died in his throat.

Kaushar was scowling, face focused and serious. In the lightless cell, Nameless could see the warrior that once was, coming to the surface on his cell mate, and was awed. He had known Kaushar had once been a cunning soldier, if the old orc's tales were to be believed, but actually seeing it; seeing it was entirely different. It changed his opinion about the old orc drastically, and when Nameless looked at his cell mate from now on, he would remember this moment. Supposing they should both live that is.

Kaushar turned his head and met Nameless's gazed evenly. Glowing green met burning red steadilly. Nameless had never seen a more focused look in the old orc's eyes. Kaushar's head snapped back to the door. He stood up, tall and straight.

Nameless had been so entranced by his new revelation of the old orc, with whom he shared his prison, that he had not realized the feud outside had been resolved and the prison guards had left. Not until Guldug had opened the rusted, ancient door, a whine coming from the old, tortured hinges.

Nameless blinked. He recognized this Uruk. He was certain he had seen him with Shagrat on the stair well that day. The day he had gone on his little trip down the road of flaming doom in the eastern sun. The one Nameless had mentally marked as 'Tattoo.' This Uruk was covered in them! Fool body. From the tips of his feet to the right side of his face.

Guldug was looking directly at Nameless. The red eyed boy was unsure how to react to this. Guldug's stern glare shifted to Kaushar and Nameless fought down the sudden urge to whine and cuddle the older warrior.

"Hmph, you still alive oldman?"

"Aye, I'm alive, pup! What brings you to our humble abode?" Nameless was surprised again by the clarity and calm of the other's voice, as if the other truly was just a insulant pup and he an honored warrior, like when he was young.

"I had no wish to come here. Those two flagit were sent here to retrieve the boy. Obviously it was to much to ask of their incompetent hides." His gaze returned to Nameless. Nameless wanted to lower his eyes but kept his gaze steady with the large orc's instead.

"Hmph! The red-eyed demon child. You can't even stand yet can you? But you can see me hu? Very strange that you can see like only a few orc races can yet you seem to weak to accomplish what even human infants can."

Nameless said nothing. Guldug walked over to Nameless and crouched down in front of him. Kaushar tensed were he stood. Nameless forced his body to relax so he would not smell so much of the fear he felt rising in him.

"Hmph." Guldug snorted again. Nameless wanderer if this uruk could be allergic to dust. A uruk with allergies. Before he could stop himself, Nameless smiled at the absurdity of that, Lutz crossing his mind briefly.

Guldug slapped Nameless so hard his head hit the wall again. HARD! He fought to keep the bile in his stomach as his body rushed his blood there in an attempt to save itself from injury.

The pain in his head and the nausea in his belly felt horrible. And now the world was spinning and Nameless felt sure he was going to through up. He could feel his stomach acids burning in his throat adding more pain and increasing the want to just throw up. Nameless would have but the second he decided to just let it happen- everything and everyone else be damned- he fond he couldn't, the bile already retreating back down and Nameless groaned wishing he would throw up.

"Grandspawn -irzi. Dag-irzi." he heard Kaushar say as he was carried out under Guldug's left arm.


Guldung knocked on the heavy iron door.

"Who is it?" growled the familiar voice of Shagrat.

"Guldug, Sir. I have 'im!" There was a brief pause in which no one said anything.

"Bring him in and then leave!" Shagrat ordered finally.

Guldug, who held a weak Nameless by his left forearm, jerked the door open and shoved Nameless through, slamming the door quickly behind him as he left.

When Nameless had been shoved through the door he had lost his balance and stumbled. Arms outstretched should he fall, feet moving forward on there on accord, head bent low as a counter balance. His treacherous feet lead him head first into the broad, armored chest of Captain Shagrat.

Shagrat wrapped both arms around him tightly, almost painfully. Shagrat pulled Nameless close to him along his armored body. Nameless gasped when his feet left the ground but did not struggle. His arms were pinned between the two bodies and he had not the strength- or at this moment, the nerve- to give the uruk-hai a well deserved kick in the balls.

Shagrat buried his face in the boys rough, spiky, black hair and inhaled deeply.

'It just doesn't get any stranger than-' Shagrat slowly rocked back and forth rubbing his body sensually against the youth in his arms.'-This! This! How did this happen! At what point in time did I ever imply to this monster that THIS was an ok thing to do!...Oh, damn I hope that's his sword...'

'Well, in a way, it is...'

'Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! Do something! Shut up and do something to stop this!'

"Mmm...stronger. Alpha. Mate.'

'Can he do the things I've done without his army?'

'Strong. Protection.'

'I'm stronger.'

'Weak now.'

'I'll heal. How am I going to get out of this?...'

'Ride it out...'

'Bad images. Bad!'

'Might be enjoyable. Not seeing any other options either.'

'...'

'...!'

Nameless heard his shirt being torn from his body. He was literally thrown across the room and onto an old, rusted bed that cried and groaned under his weight as if in pain. Surprisingly, Nameless was not hurt in the least. He was very uncomfortable however when the uruk-hai captain lept on top of him, carefully avoiding touching him.

He had a leg and an arm on each side of the boy, supporting his weight fully on them so that his rough, pointed armor was only inches above Nameless's bare torso. Nameless could hear and feel the bed bow under the weight and force of their bodies.

The boy's mind was spinning so fast he felt as if his soul would escape through his eyes.

'No escape. No soul.'

While he had been wandering around in his own mind, Shagrat had grabbed both his arms and had chained them to the head bored with a pair of thick, iron manacles he had seemingly pulled out of thin air to the boy's dazed mind, though Shagrat had most likely been hiding them under his pillow. As the uruk-hai was forcing off his trousers, Nameless distracted himself by looking about the room. It was simple. Stones walls, large, bared windows that suggested they were in a tower of sorts but Nameless could only see the dark, choked sky from were he lay. There was little furniture, and it was all dirty, old, and made of iron. A large closet, probably for weapons and armor and things of that sort, a table and desk with some writing supplies, for reports Nameless guessed. And the old, rusted, rod iron bed, with its too soft, over stuffed mattress and dirty, red sheets now crimson with dust and dirt.

Nameless gasped more out of surprise than from the sudden weight when the uruk-hai captain laid himself across the Nameless, this time not concerned about the rough armor that cut and bit into the boy's naked body, and started ravaging as much of the exposed flesh as he was able to.

He felt a cold, slimy tongue lapping at the cuts made by sharp teeth when dry, hard lips pressed into the soft man flesh. Nameless closed his eyes tightly, head thrown back in a unconscious attempt to get away somehow, unaware he had just exposed his neck to his enemy, who attacked it with more vigor than the rest of his body. Teeth scrapping teasingly across his wind pipe, tongue lapping at vital arteries in the neck, playing with the his Adam's apple and the soft skin under his jaw.

Shagrat grabbed the boy's jaw, forcing it open and bringing his head down so the uruk-hai could ravage his mouth the way he had the boy's body. Nameless made a choked sound in the back of his throat but suppressed it. He held his breath, not moving as Shagrat tasted the inside of his mouth, rough tongue mapping out the roof of his mouth, under his tongue, and across his teeth. Bad!

Shgagrat yelped and pulled back, staring down at the boy under him, tasting his own black blood off his tongue. He forced the boy's jaw open and head back, examining the sharp, long canines he found there.

Nameless was still as the uruk-hai captain studied his long, sharp incisors with interest. He seemed fascinated by them and leaned in to examen them with his tongue once again.

Nameless broke the 'kiss', turning his head away but he had already breathed in the foul smelling breath of the Uruk-Hai captain, causing his eyes to water and his nose to tingle and burn. He turned his head to the side trying to breath what passed for fresh air in Mordor, especial after being snogged by a panting, sweaty Uruk-Hai.

Shagrat Licked, bit and sucked at the sensitive arteries in his neck, and at his wind pipe, trailing his way down the boys body before coming back to his throat.

Nameless felt his testicles retreat back so far into his body he thought he might soon become a eunuch. No words were directed towards him, no insults or foul endearments. Only small growls and heavy breathing. Nameless was thankful for this small mercy for if the Urik-Hai captain had tried to talk to him, Nameless knew he would either not answer or say something really stupid, both resulting in a sever beating before a harsh fucking.

It felt like his body was trying to leap out of his skin. He grabbed the chains over each of his hands and pulled, not to get away, but to try to relieve this horrid feeling, as if he could chain his soul to his body by holding on to something tight.

Nameless could feel a strange tingle in his blood when Shagrat got off the bed, coming close to relief but not quite. Fear was still to strongly in him for him to feel relief.

Nameless gasped, trying to catch his breath, feeling slightly cold with the Uruk-Hai gone. Nameless turned his head to the other side to see the Uruk-Hai. Shagrat was undressing, his upper body armor gone, he now struggled irritably with his pant laces, resisting the urge to simple rip the trousers off. Good, sturdy pants were hard to come by in Mordor.

Nameless turned his head back, eyes squeezed shut. He had seen more then enough naked orcs and Uruks to satisfy his curiosity as to their autonomy and how they differed from elves and men and what similarities they shared, since his time here in Mordor. Although fascinating, he never felt the urge to explore further. Briefly he considered taking a peak at the Captain's 'assets', just to give himself an idea as to what to expect from his would-be-rapist, and almost did, but lost his nerve and decided to just keep his eyes shut the whole time if Shagrat was willing to let him.

He stared up at the ceiling. The room was so dark that when he looked up he felt like he was looking into an endless blackness, even though logically he knew that there was a hard, stone ceiling above him only a couple feet or so away. His mind wandered back to the Easterling Ryou who, in the great mess hall, packed with Orcs and Uruks irritated with the noise and close proximity of other soldiers in the room, had asked him the question that more people wander about then they would admit; "what's it like to get fucked by a Uruk-Hai?"

That one question had started one of the largest, messiest, best brawl in the young boy's life, and would further embed the wedge between Nameless and the Easterlings. In mere moments the entire hall went from uproarious laughter to the most exhilarating brawls Nameless had ever participated in. He didn't know when or how the transformation from ill humor to life threatening quarrel had happened, but it happened fast and hard. He had walked in with Burk, as usual, and the tall orc had stayed with him through out the entire fight.

It was the first time he had Seen Lut in action, not just on the training field. The sight had turned his blood cold, starting from his feet to his stomach. Nameless had always been on the scrawny side, and thus had grown accustomed to larger brutes and no longer feared them. But the sight of his large comrade, who towered even over his fellow Uruk-Hai, as he cut through the mob, throwing and breaking bodies in his hands as though they were dolls, snarling, roaring, the scent of blood lighting a fire in Lut's golden eyes was an image that had burned itself into Nameless's mind. Even in that frenzy of hot blood and screams, Lut had remained loyal to his comrades, cutting a path through the mob over to Burk and Nameless, like a large dog. Sometimes vicious, sometimes playful. But always loyal. The smile he had shared with Burk and Nameless said as much, and he and Burk had returned the smile; Burk adding his cautious reminding smirk to it and Nameless his own cocky sneer.

It was the first time he had ever seen Drum in a fight as well. He had never even heard, let alone seen an orc behave so calmly, so collectively, in a fight. But Nameless could see in his fast breathing and glowing gold eyes that he to was thrilled with the skirmish. Drum had passed through the crowed with ease, making his way over to Nameless. He wove around orcs and Uruks already occupied in their own fight and made short work of those who sought him out in ill will. Dancing around them and sliding one of his long knives into a vital area in the neck, back, stomach, or any place were the armor was weak. He fought with deadly, smooth accuracy and Nameless made a mental note to never do anything to put him at odds with the Moria Orc(s). There were few people in this world that Nameless made a true effort to stay on good terms with, and Drum had become one of them on that night. Just the memory of that night still made him smile. It felt nice, being in a brawl with no great meaning, his comrades by his side, and at his back, watching over him as Nameless found himself unconsciously doing for them. It had felt nice. Very nice.

Nameless felt his heart jump when someone knocked on the door. Only just then did he feel embarrassed about being chained to a bed by a Uruk-Hai that intended to rape him. Until then fear, disgust, and worry had been running ramped in his veins. Now he was becoming very self conscience. Silently he prayed to deities unknown that who ever was at that door would not lean in and see him chained naked to the captain's bed. The fact that all of Mordor may know he was in here, and what was happening to him, did not even enter his mind.

Growling and cursing in his black speech, captain Shagrat left his pant strings half unlaced, and walked to the door, not bothering to put on more clothing or armor. He did however pick up a wicked looking dirk before answering the door.

"What is it?" Shagrat growled.

"Pizdur Shagrat-"

Nameless could not hear all of what was said. He was scared and embarrassed. His heart pounded in his chest, causing his breath to quicken and making it difficult for him to hear the muttered and low growled words.

"Now!" Shagrat growled more loudly.

"Akhoth. Now. It was-"

Nameless slammed his head back onto the ratty bed, eyes shut in silent prayer. No such thing as an atheist in a fox hole. 'Yes! Oh please yes! Leave! Go now. Make him leave now. Just go!'

Shagrat growled and the sound sent a shiver down Nameless's spine. "Fine! I'll be there in a moment."

"Yes S-" Shagrat slammed the door in the orc's face. A small yelp was herd on the other side.

Shagrat stomped around the room. He seemed to be thinking about something.

'What are you doing? Just go already!'

Nameless laid back on the bed and started to relaxed. After the intense strain on his nerves, the ragged bed seemed like heaven. It looked like he would be here for awhile so he settled down for the wait. Just as he was starting to get comfortable, Shagrat seemed to make up his mind. He was back in his armor and had his weapons strapped about his waist. He sat on the bed near Nameless and starred at him. Nameless starred back for awhile before growing tired. Since Shagrat didn't seem to want anything at the moment he tilted his head to the side intent on relaxing.

Shagrat grabbed him by his neck and forced his head back to meet the Uruk-Hai's gaze. The touch alone made his blood rush to his stomach.

Shagrat's grip was firm but not cruel. After awhile he started to slowly rube the boy's neck before moving his hand up to pet his wild, thick black hair, obviously expecting him to keep his head were it was. Shagrat continued to pet him and had the situation been different, Nameless might have actually enjoyed it.

Shagrat sighed and let go of the boys hair. He then had a stern look on his face when he moved to strattle the boy's hips. The boy's testicles, which had finally begun to relax, withdrew painfully back into his body. Nameless winced, eyes shutting, and Shagrat grabbed his jaw in his massive gloved hand again and forced the boy to look at him.

"Listen to me. Are you listening?" Shagrat said, his voice low but firm. Yet it did not sound menacing. This confused Nameless. Nameless nodding his head the best he could in the strong grip of the Uruk-Hai.

"Good. I'm going to unchain you from my bed. You will dress and then you will be cuffed with your hands in front of you. Understand?" Shagrat asked again. Nameless nodded.

"Good" Shagrat said while petting the boy's hair. He then reach up to the boys hands and unlocked each of them. Nameless sat patiently on the bed as the Uruk-Hai did the same to his ankles. Nameless got up and caught his clothes as they were tossed to him. His shirt was unsaveable and his already loose trousers were to torn up top. With a sigh and a glance to Shagrat, who was watching him, manacles in hand, waiting patiently, Nameless tore a long strip out of his shirt and used it to tie his pants to his waist. Not sure what to do with the rest of the shirt, he tore it into more pieces and rapped them around his hands and feet. When he was done, he stood straight and starred at the Uruk that only moments before had intended, possibly still did, to rape him. At this point a kind of emotional numbness had started to set in. He couldn't wait to get back to his cell. Kaushar be damned!

Shagrat stepped forward and placed the manacles on each of the boys wrist. Nameless just starred ahead as they were placed on each of his wrist. Shagrat placed a hand on the back of the boys neck and rubbed. They stood there awhile, Nameless becoming nervus with the captains constant petting. Finally, he picked the boy up, placing one hand under the boy's legs, an another behind his back, keeping Nameless close to his chest.

Nameless blushed as embarrassment and self consciousness took the lead once again. But he did not protest. Words seemed to take up to much effort at the moment. But he did not relax.

Shagrat carried the boy in his arms like a precious, porclin doll, down dark stone corridors heading down, up, left, right, Nameless soon lost track of where it was they were. He was going to his cell, of that he was sure.

EEENNNKKKK! WRONG!

Shagrat stopped in front of his cell door and placed Nameless back down on his feet. When Nameless looked up his first thought, off the top of his head, totally unfiltered was 'Huh?'

This was not his cell! This was not the dudgeons! This was way to nice for that.

The hallway was well lit and the door in front of them was painted blue. The words Nulum Gakh were painted in white. Apparently there were no orckish words for infirmary.

Shagrat griped his left forearm and led him into the infirmary. By now the emotional and mental strain had manifested into a physical strain on his already weak body. Things became blurry in his mind's eye.

Humans and orcs assigned to the medical ward removed what remained of his clothing. He was in a soft, white bed. The room was cold but the bed was warm. A hot coal pan had been placed under the bed, but Nameless didn't notice. He was exhausted.

Shagrat was standing near by. Nameless felt him more then saw him. He recognized the smell. That wild, dirty, bestial smell. The smell put a coppery taste in his mouth. A dip in the bed; a hand in his hair. It seemed gentle, calming. When he closed his eyes he saw red. Dead bodies. With banners. Shagrat was whispering something to him in his native orc tongue. There was to much noise. Fuck! Just shut up already! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!...

"Fuck you..." He whispered. He curled into the blankets and away from the hand that had been petting him. He was asleep almost instantly.

TBC...


A/N:

LOL! Dear God, I laugh at my own crap!

You know, I was going for Tolkien/Steven King and ended up with Tolkien/Anne Rice!

This was my first time using the black speach really. I was just messing with it, see if I like it. Not sure ifI do yet.

Aw man. Well, I enjoyed writing it. Screw everyone else. There 've been worse.

Do you know that this thing is 13 pages long? No, of course not.

No sorry that's 14 pages after this A/N.

God, I'm not even half done with this yet. The story doesn't even really get goin' till he gets to Isengard. Oh well. You see, this is why I started other stories without finishing this one. This thing is just taking to long. Well, like they say, "Nowhere to go, and all the time in the world to get there."

DRACO: Who are 'They'?

SNEERE: The same people who say, "No, it doesn't show."

Raven, if your reading this then you've got more balls than I thought you did. You're also a pervert.

Peace out ya'll

-Sneere

Tue., June 21, 2005