78 Spies.
Weary beyond his comprehension the small, shrouded figure shuffled forwards on his belly. There would be no food tonight if he failed again. Wincing as the sharp undergrowth tore at his clothing he was glad for the thickened hide that prevented all but the longest, sharpest of thorns to penetrate enough to draw blood. Raising his head a little his eyes fixed upon the dim glow of a dying fire he sniffed gently and scented the air. His mouth began to water and he continued on, drawn like a moth to the waning light. So close, so close now he could begin to make out dim forms lying close around the fire. His heart began to beat faster as he realised they were all asleep. This time his troop would sing his praises rather than beat him for his lack of ability. This time there would be food for all.
A sudden whoosh of sound followed by a sharp pain in his shoulder caused him to scream out and he realised, too late that he had been wrong. He thought he was the one spying on them but as the elves dropped from the trees around him he knew they had been spying on him all along. He eyed the tall, slender creature now standing before him with murder in his eyes and saw his fate. He snarled. A lone orc stood little chance of escape but he could take at least one with him into the dark beyond. He sprang towards his chosen prey, blade raised to strike, pain blossomed throughout his body and he knew no more.
A/N
I really want to finish this challenge but am becoming more and more disheartened by the lack of readership let alone those who review. Maybe the fandom is diminishing or maybe my writing is just not up to scratch.
Anyway, I would like to send those of you who are still reading my heartfelt thanks for being here with me and as I have another four of these drabbles already complete I will post them at weekly intervals and see how things go before writing any more.
Stay Safe
Nyx