A/N: hello all, this is my first fiction, and for those who read, its not meant to have a plot or anything, its just a result of me thinking too much and having too much free time. There will be a teeny-tiny bit of slash possibly in later chapters (not enough to really comment on) but if u don't like, don't read. Pls RandR, this is my first fic, so I need loads of feedback!!
Warning: Much gore and violence coming up
Disclaimer: Yes, I own LOTR, and I'm so glad I thought ahead and got an internet ready computer installed in my grave.
Anyway, on with the madness!!
Perceptions
Chapter 1: She-Orc
Slime, everywhere, coating, choking, burning. Writhe, push, and try to be free. Then air, fetid and hot, but with the promise of life. I stand, eyes blinking in the red light, as small creatures scrabble around me, clearing the rest of the filth that still clings to my muscled body. Smoke everywhere, but through the gloom, a beacon in white. My eyes are new to the world, but I see him, I know him. My master. The cry rips from my new-formed throat.
Sauruman.
It is later. I am clothed, dressed in armour, my weapon clutched in my hand, my pack-mates jostling around me. I know already I am not as they are. Hours before I did not even know myself, but now an inner voice tell me, I am female, a mistake, not the master's plan. Yet I hide it, I disobey, though the pain it causes me is great. But no matter, I am built for pain. His fighting Urukai. A hush. He speaks. I feel his voice in my blood, my bones, my all. His commands are lodged in my brain, we will march, we will fight, we will kill.
Once more, smoke winds around me. Flames leap higher. My shield swipes at a passing head. Blood spurts. I am joyful, I do His will. Blood pouring down my arms, faces pleading…but in vain. The riders will not escape this time, their horses bleeding, choking in the dirt. But I am empty, where I should not be. I do His will, that consumes me, yet it is not all. I hunger for more. Fight, resistance, not just blood but spirit.
Halfling. The word, in fire on my brain. His word. Law. Feet tramp on the hard ground, tireless. Heads sniff the air, the snarl goes up. I smell man-flesh, I lust for death. There it stands, one alone, waiting. My brothers fall. I close with him, my emptiness is filled. It is against the rock, helpless, yet I pause. It does not fear me. Why? I am death, I am pain. I raise my sword, it waits…
Then ice, burning chill. An arrow, piercing, delving deep. My eyes cloud, arms deaden. It pushes me away…I fall. I see its eyes upon me. But I am full, I am at peace.
