Hi! Thanks for sending me in some of your reviews! In response to some of your questions, I will say this: There Is DEFINETLY NOT going to be romance of any kind featured in this story. And also, I'm creating this story based from the books, not the movies (or at least attempting to).

This is chapter two everyone, so I hope you enjoy it!

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Five months later…..

Gorluk's head was spinning with exhaustion. His stomach was growling too. Why me? He thought to himself for the one millionth time. But he knew exactly why. After his comrades had been attacked by the Elves, and he had randomly fallen asleep, another group of Orcs found him the next day and brought him back to the camp to be questioned by the chief. The chief frowned as Gorluk told the story (but he didn't tell him that he had been picking flowers), but his eyes widened in surprise when Gorluk told him that the Elves didn't see him.

Since everyone quickly guessed that it had been Gorluk's fault that the Elves had found them, he was practically banned from scouting. But the Chief insisted that because of his short height, and his ability to hide unnoticed, that he get a more dangerous job: spying.

Spying was a thing that Orcs didn't usually try. But out of the east, in the dark land of Mordor, rumors of war were brewing. The great eye didn't want any of the free peoples of Middle Earth to know of his plans, so he ordered for spies to be sent to the north and westward roads.

But the Orc captain decided to send Gorluk in another direction. He hadn't really trusted Gorluk, so he sent him to spy around the Misty Mountains, where it was least expected for Men or Elves to be found. He didn't give Gorluk much instruction before he left. All he said was "if you find any suspicious people wondering about, try to find out their business! If they're really up to somethin', find out what and report back to me! But if you can't….. Then you might as well not come back at all."

For all Gorluk cared, spying was a pain. He wondered about the Mountains everyday, but not a soul was to be seen. Very soon, the air grew cold and winter came in quickly. He was hungry all the time, because he was trying to ration his short food supply, which was nothing but maggoty bread. He was miserable.

One day, Gorluk was leaning against a tree, trying to count how many days he had spent in the mountains (In which he lost count at 93). He had practically given up on spying, but he new that he couldn't go back, remembering the words of the captain: But if you can't... Then you might as well not come back at all.

He looked into his bag. He only had enough bread for two more days, which shattered his hopes completely. He was exhausted. His stomach growled louder this time. He shivered in the cold. Gorluk never felt so alone in his life. "Why Me?!" he wailed out loud this time.

But suddenly, he stopped. He raised his nose up to the air and he sniffed. Someone was cooking something over a fire. As if by madness, he jumped to his feet and bolted towards the smell. Soon, he started to hear people talking.

Finally! He thought to himself. Someone I can spy on!

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Sorry I had to leave that big of a cliff-hanger! I know that Sauruman had already created spies, that seemed to be half-man and half-Orc, but I just wanted to add a slight twist, you know? I know that this chapter seemed short, but chapter three will come a lot sooner than you think! Send in some reviews, and maybe some ideas…. Please? PLEASE!?