Disclaimer: I do not own LotR, much as I would like to, but I'm not really sure I'd like an orc in my closet. Everything is owned by Tolkien Estate.
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Drabbles of an Orc
He had always hated them. Everyone he knew had always hated them. That was just how it was, and he knew it wouldn't ever change. They were terrible, powerful, terrifying. They had powers beyond anything he had ever known. He grabbed his spear and armor, emblazoned with the symbol of the King. He had been taught from youth : Absolute loyalty, unto the point of death. For if the Lord was to fall, so would all lands under his dominion. He, his family, and all he had ever know would fail. He wouldn't let that happen. 'Let's hunt some Elf.'