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Last Hope of Mankind

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Summary: Estel age 11 has been captured by orcs. Why haven't they tortured him yet? Why did they take him to their village and treated his wounds? Was everything that he was taught about orcs since birth been false all this time? Are they any different from elves, humans and any other brings? And why has this orc child keep pulling his hair as if want to play with him? What would Estel learn from them that would help him during the War with the Ring and when it King? Or will he in the end be killed by the family that he only knows by call him a traitor?


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"All wars are civil wars, because all men are brothers"

--Francois Fenelon

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"Talking"
"Elfish and Black Speech"

"(Translating in either Elfish or Black Speech)"
'thoughts'

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Chapter Fifteen

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Everything was happening so fast.

Everyone around him was quickly loading their families on wargs and horses with their belongings. As the orc warriors prepare themselves for battle.

It reminds him of that day, before the battle that ended him separated from his brothers. They knew they were being followed three days before it happened. Each of them carried of what they could; leaving their other stuff into a hidden place, so if any changes they could come back, they could get it back. Making their horses light, as they traveled towards Rivendell in great speed. Their plan was to get to the Elfin city before the orcs caught up to them.

When it was clear that couldn't the elves decided to wait to ambush the orcs, to get the upper hand in the up coming battle. However, here it was different. They were being hunted, as the men, his own people were coming to slaughter them; one by one. The only reason they found out about the humans, was the fact that Kaghed has scouts all around the villages, miles away.

It made him sick just thinking about it. Thinking that he once before had the same idea as the men that were coming. A good orc is a dead orc.

But now, being with these people in close of a month, everything that he been taught as been a lie; misunderstood ignorance that all orcs were evil. As what he found out, there are two kingdoms: Mordor is one closest to Gondor; the fallen country that Morgoth token over. As these orcs came from the other country, what name he didn't know as of yet.

Mokûrz stood in the clearing, feeling out of place as he looked around himself. He was child, not yet fit for war. Kaghed was loading up their own belongings onto a strong looking warg, doing so quickly knowing that they only have a few moments time before they are found.

The young human tightened his hold on the unnamed warg in his arms. The black and white warg meowed at him, its big yellow eyes looking up at him in fear. All around them was noises that frightens her. She dig deeper into her young Master's embrace, as if trying to hid from the noise. Her Master will protect her, she knew.

Kaghed finished putting the last pieces of wood on the back of load warg that was quickly tied to another that had was appeared to a rope around its neck.

Suddenly without warning, Mokûrz felt himself getting picked up off the ground and sited on the back of the large 5 foot tall Warg that Kaghed stood beside. Kaghed had picked him up like a rag doll, flinging him over the Warg's back as if he weight nothing.

Mokûrz grasp in fear as the older Warg looked up at him, turned back to Kaghed who stood beside it. The creature growled at Kaghed, purring into the orc's side as if worrying over her cub.

"Protect him, Ylva (1)." Kaghed said to the Warg. It was then that Mokûrz understood that this Warg, the Warg that he sat upon was Kaghed's own animal companion.

Ylva growled in understanding

Kaghed then turned to Kaghed, his crimson eyes looking into Mokûrz's own gray ones. "Mokûrz (Estel) we don't have much time. The men are coming. I need you to listen to me."

"Kaghed…" Mokûrz couldn't believe of what he was hearing. It was as if Kaghed doesn't think he will survived this battle… The fear the crept within was the same fear that he felt when Elohir told him to run. Would he see Kaghed or his brother's again?

"Listen to me! You will promise me that you will not look back! You will follow Brura and no one else!"

"Kaghed, you are scaring me…" Mokûrz didn't know what to do. Are there many coming that is making Kaghed fearful of his life?

Kaghed gently grabbed Mokûrz's right hand. "Do not fear, mi baur (my son). Promise me that you follow my orders."

'My son' echoed though Mokûrz's mind. This orc called him, his son. Something in side him burst. Slowly the young human nodded.

"Flee!" Kaghed growled at the Warg. Mokûrz felt his neck whip lash, as Ylva bolted. He tightened his hold in both the rope and the young cub in his arms, as others around them started to follow him.

Ylva seemed to know what she was doing, as Mokûrz glance at Brura, who was ahead of him, accompanied with her two daughters.

Mokûrz hoped that Kaghed would be alight.

Just as he promised, the human didn't look back; like he did so with his brother.

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Kaghed watched as the young human disappear into the thickets along with the rest of the men, women and children that fled. He send few men to company them, just to make sure that his tribe would be safe, even if he and the others that stayed behind would fail.

He hope Brura would take care of Mokûrz either after his death or upon his return.

He turned back to his men, who silently sat on their wargs, ready for battle; waiting for his command. Without a word, Kaghed then jumped gracefully on top of borrowed warg that he borrowed from one of his men. He looked at each of them. All ready for battle, all still young much like himself. All but one, wasn't of old age. What a waste one would say, but they had no choice. All their fathers are dead, there is no one else to take their place. Many of them, he noticed was barely a few years older then of age.

He paced in front of his troops. He saw Vashnak next to his father Praashnak, along with his older two brothers (the youngest Proshnak is the only one, besides his mother that fled); he saw the oldest orc in the tribe, Gashel (2) the only orc from Mordor that took refuge to them, who been loyal to his father and now him.

He took a deep breath, but the he spoke.

"Our families are safe." he began. "The humans are coming to take us down. They are here to hunt us into extinction. However we will not allow that to come to past. We will fight to our last breath!" he raised his sword above is head, as his men cheered. "Mirdautas vras (It is a good day to kill)!" they roared with excitement, banging their swords to their chests. "Vrasubatburuk ug burtharubatgruiuk (We will kill all the men and sodomize all the women)!" (3)

The orcs were now roaring with eagerness, they would taste blood in their mouths. It been a long time since any of them had been in battle.

"We go to war!" Kaghed yelled.

His warriors once again cheered, as Kaghed turned and charged through the forest. Yes, it is a good day to kill.

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They have an advantage against the humans. Man believes that they are stupid; where the elves know better then underestimate the enemy much like orcs themselves. Kaghed sighed in relief as the a small group of humans rode pass them, looking over where he and few of his own men crouch watching them though the bushes.

The humans were from Rohan, guessing of the banners that they carried and the looks of their horses. There was about 20 of them, including a leader that he guess was a king or someone from the high court of the Kingdom. All the warriors range between 20 years old to the prime of old age that still able to fight in battle.

The three orcs beside him was fidgeting, impatient to kill these intruders. Their abandon wargs, that is trained to follow their rider's orders stayed behind a little ways behind. Even the cleverest warg is easily noticeable.

"King Fengel (4)," they heard one of the Rohan guards said beside their Leader. Kaghed's sharp hearing made the conversion much easier to hear, as he inch a little closer from his hiding place. Kaghed heard about this Rohan King; the man is greedy with power.

"I thought I heard something." continued the warrior. Hearing this, the rest stopped their horses, their hands near their weapons.

Kaghed held his breath as Rohans stopped. As one of his men be spotted?

"Don't move." Kaghed hissed, slowly cocking the arrow into his bow. "Wait for the signal." even specking in a low whisper, his men could hear them.

"Spread out" King Fengel ordered his men. Slowly the humans hoped off their horses and started to spread out. All of them looked uncertain of what they were looking for.

A young boy the youngest in the group, was closest to Kaghed. His eyes looked over his head, clearly not seeing him or his men that hiding beside him.

"Report!" King Fengel ordered.

"Nothing sire!" called many.

"Nothing here, Milord." answered the boy. He looked around again, but then catch something in his eyes.. "Wait…" he said to himself, he peered closer staring right at Kaghed's hiding place.

Kaghed smirked, knowing that the boy 'thinks' saw is a breach, but it was his arrow pointing straight at him.

"What the?" muttered the boy. His eyes widen as his eyes focuses on the crimson eyes staring back at him and the arrowhead of his arrow.

Without any hesitation, Kaghed let go of the arrow, piercing the boy's chest. The young boy gasp, falling onto the ground. All around them, many of the humans fell down dead as the orcs that was hiding all around the humans. The humans looked around, seeing no one, however seeing their fallen comrades, they knew they were under attack.

"Orcs! We're under attack!" bellowed the Rohan King, taking out his sword. "Attack!"

Ignoring the human king, Kaghed shoot three more arrows, before abandon the bow of where he stood, unleashing his sword. He jumped up over a fallen dead horse, yelling his battle cry chopping off one of the human's head as he did so.

Seeing their attacker at the first time, the nearest humans was frozen in the spot staring at Kaghed with amusement. Where did he come from? It was their last thoughts, before Kaghed slash his sword across one's neck and the other across his belly.

Human blood was now spattered across Kaghed's face and chest, as he spun away of avoiding a sword that aimed to his heart, knocking over the solider that wielded it onto the ground. Kaghed laughed in glee as he flipped into the air over another human who's eyes widen in surprised, before Kaghed stabbed him.

By now the battle was ending with a retreat. The humans weren't stupid. If they want to live, they must regroup themselves with more forces. Seeing that the orcs have the upper hand. Kaghed knew that it would be years before his tribe could come back to this part of the forest, knowing that Rohan would be scouting these lands of any sights of them.

As the last of the humans found their way on the horses and fled, the orcs roared in victory! They had won the battle. For now.

As always after a battle of victory, it was accustom to coat the weapons of their fallen brothers' blood, telling the Gods that there's going to be a warrior coming to the afterlife, and taking their weapons back to their families. They believe that the body is an empty shell, however it must to treated with respect in some form of a burial; such as eating a piece of their flesh making sure that their strength will live on; burning the heart into ash; and burying the body in holy grounds.

As for the human corpses, they were left there to rot, after they scavenge the body of weapons, money, clothing or anything that the person had left that could be scavenge. And to make sure that everyone got their equal amount, it was shared through the survivors. And if the war gods given their blessings to them; they could capture their horses either to add into their own herds or for food.

"Father!" Kaghed heard Vashnak cried. Kaghed turned and saw that Praashnak had fallen in battle. Gashel, slowly walked beside his Warlord, his face not showing any signs of remorse as the two orcs witness the young orc mourn his father's death. Beside their younger brother, the two eldest sons stood near. Their faces too was sadden of the death of their father.

Kaghed turned back to Gashel, giving him a look that told him to look for survivors. The old orc nodded without a word and left his presence. Kaghed walked to the nearest fallen human, knelled beside him checking him over.

The human was middle aged, with a few scars covering his face. The man was clearly dead. Kaghed took the man's sword, looking through it. The sword was average, it will do to add into their collation of swords; perhaps he will give the sword to Mokûrz for practice. Kaghed set put back the sword into its sheath, putting it aside for now. He took the money bag that the man foolishly had with him, along with a cloak that looked new beside the blood that it was coated with its former owner's blood. A few good looking knives, plus a few pieces of armour that again would be useful for his future son.

Suddenly there was yelp from one of his men. Rolling his eyes, Kaghed pushed himself off the ground and calmly walked up to another seeing what was wrong.

When Kaghed was next to the orc, Kaghed knew why the orc beside him yelped in surprised. The human that the orc was scavenging was alive! Kaghed looked closer, seeing it was the same young boy that he first shot at.

The boy looked at the orcs above him with fear. He thought he was dead, but when he woke up he looking straight at an orc. He turned his head and grasp. He remember those crimson eyes of the same orc that shot him.

Why wasn't he dead yet?

Kaghed didn't know what to do. Kill the human child? Or leave him to die? No, after taking in Mokûrz, he can not kill the child. However, he can not show weakness.

"Take him." Kaghed ordered. "If he lives, he will make some use to us."

Without a word, the orcs followed his orders. The young boy didn't know what he will come of him.

Kaghed and the rest went back to on what they are doing.

None of the them questioned the Warlord's decision. Taking a human slave is common; besides the human boy has no chance of living with an orc arrow into his chest.

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"Tell me what happened, Elrohir." Elrond said after a still silence between father and son. The two elves had traveled all day and into the night as far as they could go until even the keenest of elfin eyes were, could not see anymore.

They stopped for camp, making a fire and dinner. All day they hardly spoken, not knowing what to say to another. Each of them had different reasons of doing so; Elrond waiting for his son to speck first; as the son not wanting his father to blame him.

Elrohir slightly hesitated, putting down his plate onto the ground. "What do you mean, Ada (father)?" he played stupidly, giving his father a goofy grin.

Elrond turned towards his son, not surprised. "Don't play that trick on me, Elrohir. What happened at the battle?" Elrond asked him. He wanted to now his youngest son's veizon of the story.

The young elf sighed; knowing that he can't fool his father. "The orcs were everywhere. I--we protected him just we promised, I made sure that Estel wasn't hurt, but," Elrohir stopped. "I lend Estel away from the orcs. I told Estel to run. Run far away from the battle. I don't know what happened after that. He just…vanished."

Elrond didn't response when Elrohir fell silent.

"We didn't know that he disappeared into the forest, until after the battle. I don't know how long, but…when we found out he went into the forest. We looked everywhere! I swear, Ada (father) we really tried to find him. The only thing we found was a pack of wolves that was slain."

'Pack of wolves?' Elrond wondered to himself. Both his sons and the elfin warriors spoke of the wolves. Estel is far to young to kill them on his own. There were too many of them and infect with disease. Did whatever happened to the wolves, did the same thing with Estel?

No, Elrond figured. If it (or they) did, then Estel's body would've been found also among the dead wolves. Perhaps he been kidnapped instead of killed? If so, where is he now?

Had his sons and the rest of the elves missed a few orcs that found him?

Is he dead?

He turned back to his son. Elrohir's face was pale, waiting for his father to yell at him, blaming him of his failure.

"It wasn't your fault, my son. You did nothing wrong."

Elrohir sighed. "I know Ada (father), but I feel it was my fault."

"Listen to me, Elrohir. It wasn't you fault that Estel disspeared." Elrond told him. "It was no one's fault."

"But Ada (father), I think Elladan blames me." Elrohir confussed.

"No he doesn't. He feels he is reasonable one because he was the leader, the eldest brother. He feels he failed."

"But he didn't! It was I! I am to blame, not he!" Elrohir said. He knew his twin blamed himself, but he was a fault.

There was still silence.

"Ada (father) do you think Estel is alive?"

Elrond looked straight into his son's eyes. "Yes I do." he told him.

This answered seemed to less the guilt from the young elf's shoulders as he sighed. If his father thought he wasn't to blame nor did he believe that Estel is dead, then everything will be okay.

"Come, Elrohir. It is time to sleep."

"But Ada (father)!"

"We have long trip ahead of us. We need to rest."

"Yes Ada (father)." The young elf said.

The two elves rolled out their blankets and went to sleep.

(End of Chapter)


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Estel's warg is the one that is black & white. The reason I picked that one, is the fact that Gondor's colours are black & white; the black is the colour around the white tree. Seeing that Estel is from Gondor.

(1) Ylva: a Scandinavian female name meaning "she-wolf".

(2) Gashel: if you remember, Gashel is the white haired orc that confronted Estel and Danica in chapter 10, which Danica called him 'Old One'. And we also heard from him during Chapter 11 during which Kaghed saw him in the basin.

In my story, Gashel is an orc from Mordor, who took refuge during the ruling of Kaghed's father, Kagan. AFTER I finish this story, I will post a sub-sequel called "Kaghed's Era" about how Kaghed came to be, during which Kagan was killed by his brother etc. The beginning of the story of "Last Hope of Mankind".

After I finish that story (which won't be long, but long enough that you get the idea of the back around story of Kaghed and the rest of the orcs) I will post the real sequel after "Last Hope of Mankind" posting Book II of the saga.

(3) Common orc phrases for cheering. I know sodomizing it more on the act of among men with men, but blame it the person who wrote the phrase in the website of where I found it.

(4) Fengel: was the fifteenth King of Rohan. The youngest son and only surviving son of King Folcwine. When he was fifteen his older brothers, Folcred and Fastred was killed during the Battle of Crossing of Poros. Fengel is also the grandfather of Théoden. He ruled fifty years and died in the year of TA 2953.

In this story, the year is TA 2943 during his ruling.

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