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A Handful of Uruk Hai
By : Willdero
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Trekking across the plains of Rohan, five Uruk-Hai battled against the heat of the day, working to get to their next camp. Two of which seemed out of place. The first three held every aspect of the Orc and Man blood in their veins. Large and Muscular, with purplish brown skin peeking out of well fitted and battle worn armor. The Two behind where each shorter than the others as well as being much lankier. Their iron armor hung on them, rattling loosely and obviously for much larger warriors.

Reaching the safe haven of a riverside, shaded with trees, the five picked up their pace to a trot. They easily made the distance, with the two smaller Uruk-Hai lagging behind slightly. As they each took chances at the water to drink and refill their skins, the larger of the three began to pull what looked to be a large sack from his back. When set on the ground the sack seemed to have arms and legs as it stood up and an even smaller much younger looking Uruk-Hai clumsily made his way to the river back. The large Uruk watched as he drank and even played a bit in the water.

One of the other larger Uruk-Hai removed his fanned helmet and growled to himself. "We escaped Isengard for what? Saved three whelps and almost died in the damned plains." The smaller of the three large Uruks shrugged and caught the young one as he began to teeter into the water. "For what? We are no longer tools up for the slaughter. These three will live without having to throw their lives away for a bagronk of a master." The largest took the whelp from his companion so that he could give him a full check after just leaving Isengard without so much as a moments rest, after pulling the three youths from the ground. He tilted his head in the direction they had come from. "If you do not like it, you can run back. You will go without us, though.

The one that spoke first let out a sigh and turned away from the others. The moment his eyes fell on the horizon, they locked onto an object in the distance. His very unorcish grey eyes scanned about before motioning to them with his hand. "Brothers, I have good and bad news." The other two glanced to him tilting their heads. "Spit it out, Ashghaash." The Uruk turned to the two with a smile. "I spot plumes of smoke in the distance. It can only be a village."

The other two looked at him incredulously. The larger Uruk was tempted to knock him upside the head. "Are you dim? Them Tarks on horses would slaughter us." Ashghaash tapped the side of his head. “Think Tabnuut, Thrak is a scout. He could be in there with them, seeing and getting us some needed things." Thrak crossed his arms and glared at the larger Uruk. "And what kind of needed things?" Tabnuut nodded as well, waiting for Ashghaash's answer. Shrugging, he pointed in the direction of the village. "Information, food, a wagon, maybe even clothes for the little whelp."

Tabnuut had to admit the last three sounded good, but he didn't understand the first one. "What do you mean by Information?" The massive Uruk adjusted so he held the smallest one with one hand allowing him use of his right arm. Ashghaash sighed and let his arm fall to his side. "Are there any warrior Tarks there? Where we are? A map of some kind. If we are lucky hear where the horsemen may go, so we can go somewhere else." Thrak had to admit those were important, and his yellow eyes locked onto the ground as he pondered. The two other whelps had decided to strip their armor and play in the water while the elders spoke.

It wasn't until an impressive splash of water reached Thrak that he looked up. He turned back to the two whelps, and they quickly calmed down, looking as though he were about to eat them. Ashghaash had never seen such dark skin turn such a pure white before. Without a word, Thrak's expression softened, and the two whelps were silently let off the hook. He turned back to Ashghaash and let his arms fall to the side. "I'll do it. But you have whelp duty while I'm gone. Tabnuut is busy with Mauhurr.” Ashghaash nodded and stepped aside to let the Uruk do his work.

Thrak took off at a run to reach the trees that blocked them from the village. His black leather armor allowing him to run faster than the others ever could in their encumbersome iron. Reaching the trees he almost melded with the shadows moving silently to get a view of the village. With the trees reaching close around he was able to get a good look around the village. He had seen at least twenty Tarks. He saw no warriors though. Women, children and elders but no men.

Wanting to know a bit more, he neared the edge of the treeline and listened closely to two elderly men talking. "The King has finally lost it. He exiled the Rohirrim. Who will protect our villages? There are many here with Rohirrim in their families how can they be told their their fathers and husbands can never return?" The other elderly man sighed and shook his head. "I do not know. But I do know that these things will pass over with time. The King has his reasons, and the Rohirrim are a stubborn lot. I'm sure they will do as they need." They let out a rasped laugh. "Truly, who would stop the Rohirrim? Any with the power to arrest them are with them." The other man agreed, and the two walked away laughing, trying to make light of a situation.

Hearing enough, Thrak made his way back to the others. Tabnuut had been watching for him, with Ashghaash busying himself, training the whelps. He could get them to use their shields well enough, but neither of them had the heart to lash out. He didn't hear Thrak approach, and the wind took his scent away from the Uruk. When Thrak spoke, he was truly startled and quickly turned, raising his sword. Thrak tilted his head and pointed with the sword. "What do you think you're going to do with that? Put it down before you hurt yourself." Ashghaash rolled his eyes and lowered his sword. "So what's the news?" Thrak crouched down and began making a crude map of the village in the dirt. The other two crouched to get a better look, and the Whelps found this to be the best time to take a break and shed their armor again for more time in the water.

Thrak pointed out the different things he had seen on the crude map. "I had only seen twenty Tarks, but more could be inside the buildings. The biggest thing here is that there are no warriors. Apparently, the King is touched and banished the horsemen. I heard them say the Horse Tarks are probably still going to do as they want, but there are none here at this time."

As the three looked at the map, Ashghaash had another idea. "I think I know an easier solution than just having Thrak steal what we need in the night." The other two glanced at him, waiting to hear what horrible thing his plan could be. "Well, if there are no warriors, we could just scare them out. Three fully armed and armored Uruk coming after them. Would think us the scouting party of some larger group. They run we do some damage to the houses but as long as they don't die those horse Tarks won't come after us. We then make a clean escape."

Thrak looked to Tabnuut in amazement at what he just heard. "Did I just hear a good plan come from Ashghaash?" Tabnuut nodded and tilted his head. "I think we must be touched for this to sound good." Ashghaash bared his teeth and growled at the others. "Stop fucking around. If it's a good idea, let's do it and fast before the Horse Tarks get back." Tabnuut looked beyond Ashghaash to the two in the water. "What about the whelps?" Ashghaash shrugged. "As long as we tell them not to kill anyone and keep them behind us, they will be safe."

Having no other issues to cover, the three stood and motioned for the two whelps to come to them. It took a bit for them to quickly get their armor back on, but they stood as straight as they could in oversized clothes. Ashghaash approached the two to give them their instructions. "Sarum, Lugbuurz, we are about to do something of great importance. I need you two to stay behind us at all times. Tabnuut can't keep Mauhurr on his back this time, so you two need to watch him. There will be a lot of Tarks, but don't go killing any of them. We just want to scare them, okay?" The two nodded in almost unison. "If you see one about to get killed, try and stop it. Just scare them away." The two nodded again. Having no more to say, Ashghaash made sure they had Mauhurr and that the Uruk-Hai were off.

They reached the tree line that Thrak had used to eavesdrop on the elderly earlier. There, they went over the plan a final time before charging forth from the shrubbery. The three larger Uruks led the charge, with the smaller three lagging behind. People began to scream and began to run as fast as their legs would take them. What confused the Uruk-Hai was that they were running in their direction, focused on things behind. One female was holding a child struggling for freedom. "Mom's still back there. We have to save her!"

In the struggle, the female backed into Ashghaash, turning to see the obstacle. The female lost all color in mere moments. She fell and the child looked up to the three Uruk-Hai that had stopped at the spectacle. He put himself between them and the women as though he could stop them. Ashghaash looked to the others and wordlessly motioned to the village. The three strutted away leaving the three smaller Uruks that had been hidden behind them with the human that looked the same size as them.

Reaching the opposite side of the village Ashghaash, Thrak and, Tabnuut witnessed as a female donned in full leather armor was assaulted by six dunlanders. Her axe was able to dig into one's chest, but the rest overpowered her. Pinning her on the ground, the wild men made notice of the Uruk-Hai that had yet to move. "Saruman sent us to help to retake what was ours? See, boys, I told you the old bastard wasn't lying." The remaining Dunlanders began nodding and hooting amongst themselves. The man pinning the woman down looked back to the Uruk-Hai and then back to the woman struggling beneath him. "Where are my manners. I'd I offered you some food, but my boys and I are not done yet. When we have finished, you can have your meal."

Tabnuut looked to Ashghaash and spoke quietly so only their ears would hear. "I thought the plan wasn't to kill anyone? You went as far as to tell the whelps to lead them away from danger." Ashghaash growled silently. "We did nothing here. Dunlanders beat us to it, and they will take the blame." The older Uruks were surprised when the child from before pushed past them and tried to save his pinned mother.

The Dunlanders simply laughed as another grabbed the boy. "Well, look at this. We have a fighter on our hands. I know how to break him. Let's have him watch the orcs tear his own mother apart." Thrak's ear twitched as they were called Orcs and he had to restrain himself from drawing his bow. Tabnuut looked away as the Dunlanders began to remove the female's armor. His eyes dropped on the three whelps staring at them. He didn't know how long they had been there, but he felt a new feeling he was not used to when the smallest watched. He turned away, not wanting to see their eyes.

If the struggle going on before them hadn't been so loud, they might have heard two sets of steps running into the fray. The Dunlander holding the boy lost his smile and cringed as he dropped the whelp to the ground. He fell to the ground, showing the two whelps behind him swinging their broadswords down onto his back. One had to stop to adjust his oversized helmet that had gotten in his way. The Dunlanders looked to their fallen friend and yelled out to the Uruk-hai. "Control your men, Orc!" Thrak in an instant had his bow drawn with an arrow notched. Ashghaash and Tabnuut drew their weapons and leaped into the fight.

The woman had lost her sight when the wild man had turned her helmet to cover her face. When she felt the grip on her wrists release, she quickly removed her helmet in time to see the wild man thrashing around and an Orc of unimaginable sizes sever his head with a single swing. She turned her head to avoid the image. Her eyes fell on two other of the orcs fighting the rest of the Dunlanders.

One stood over his kin, filled with three of the largest arrows she had seen. The third fought two alone using a greatsword that held two spikes at the end. With one swing, he tore through the Dunlander's guts and let them crumble to the ground. She turned her head the other way to see two smaller orcs checking on her son while standing over another kill.

She couldn't lay any longer. She jumped to her feet, grabbing her axe and shield. She moved herself between her son and the orcs that had swatted the Dunlanders away like flies. Sarum and Lugbuurz felt upset that the female was being mean they were just checking on him.

For a moment, there was a wordless stare between the female and the Uruks as she waited for them to turn on her. Ashghaash turned to Sarum and lifted his brow. "Where did you set Mauhurr?" The smaller Uruk trotted off to a stack of hay and pulled his little friend from the hiding space. He had to lead him back, with Mauhurr stopping every moment looking at the woman and her son.

The woman of Rohan watched as the smaller orcs left to get what looked to be a toddler and couldn't understand why the three hadn't tried to harm her yet. Her son then pushed forward from behind her and looked up at the three Uruk-Hai. "Thank you." Silence fell on the group again as the woman looked at her son in confusion.

He turned to his mother and pointed to the three Uruk-Hai. "They saved us. The orcs saved us." Thrak's ear twitched once again. While he could keep from attacking, he had no reason to keep his mouth shut. "Stow it, kid. We are not orcs! We are Uruk-Hai. Fighting Uruk-Hai. The Elite of the white hand." Ashghaash turned to Thrak and glared him down. Tabnuut almost seemed to calm down after what just happened as he spoke. "Former Elite. We don't fight for Saruman anymore."

The woman looked to the Uruk-Hai as they openly admitted to having fought for the white wizard. She lowered her axe slowly, feeling that if they were to attack, they would have done so by then. The two smaller orcs had stepped forward, and she could now see they were just much younger Uruk-Hai. Both looked to be around her son's age. They had left the smallest to the one who had spoken so calmly. The way they held their weapons. She couldn't see them hit something without dropping their weapons mid swing. One was even letting her own boy hold his sword.

Ashghaash looked back to the woman and motioned with his head. "You going to fix your armor, Tark?" It took the woman a moment to get what the Uruk-hai had meant. While the dunlanders were interrupted before she was still indecent, the armor still hanging loosely. She hated it, but she had to drop her shield and weapon to fix her armor as she did, though she was still able to mouth back. "I'm not a tark! I'm a shieldmaiden of Rohan." Thrak couldn't help but laugh, getting Ashghaash chuckling as well. She looked up to Tabnuut for any clue of the reason for the laughter. He simply shrugged and picked hay from Mauhurr. "It's the name of your kind in our tongue." Tabnuut muttered quickly. "Not a good word, though."

She looked the Uruks over, figuring it made sense in a way. She finished and retrieved her equipment. She looked back to the Uruk-Hai and gave them a skeptical glare. "So what do you want?" Ashghaash shrugged and pointed to the village. "We just looked to scare you people off. Get a sack or two of food and be on our way. Didn't expect there to be an attack at the same time." The woman continued her glare. "Even if you did save me and my son, you did so for selfish reasons." Thrak growled and stepped forward. "Think Tark. We didn't have to save you. They thought we still fought for Saruman. We could have let them burn your village to the ground, hunt your friends down, and finish their business with you." The woman couldn't find any footing to snap back at the three, seeing that they were right.

Letting it pass, she tightened her grip on her shield to control her anger. "Then why did you stop them!" Tabnuut sighed and shook his head. He motioned to the three younger Uruks. "We are not orcs in any sense. We didn't want you killing any of yourselves. Told the boys, if any of you were about to get killed, to act. We didn't come in with the thoughts to kill. So when the Dunlander grabbed your whelp, they looked to us to act." Ashghaash and Thrak looked to Tabnuut, not realizing that the Whelps had been watching. He continued casually. "When we didn't, they did. So if you want the big reason, ask them."

The woman couldn't believe that the larger ones wanted her to stoop down to ask their kids as to why they helped. Seeing that they wouldn't talk to her anymore, she pointed to the one who had let her son hold his blade. She motioned for him to come closer as she knelt down. "Take off your helmet, boy. I want to speak to you face to face." She felt she could use a mother's intuition to look the boy in the eyes and tell if he was lying or not. When Sarum had removed his helmet, he looked up to her, and she was a bit taken aback. The other three, she couldn't see through their helmets but this one had proved it fully. They were not orcs. Save for some rough features, they looked almost like men.

The boy must have noticed her surprise and waved to try and get her attention. "Tark, are you okay?" As he spoke, she could see the smaller tusks that the larger ones held, still growing in. She shook her head momentarily and looked into the boy's yellow eyes. "Now look me in the eyes. Why did you help us? Tell the truth. I can tell if you're lying." She could hear her son trying to stifle a chuckle, having had to deal with such a test before. Sarum almost seemed to shrink under the woman's eye. His voice was small and soft, betraying his heritage. "It just didn't seem right. We don't wanna hurt anybody. We just needed food. Then those other Tarks were being mean. They acted like it was alright but didn't feel right." Sarum could only stare back in fear, hoping he had said what she wanted to hear.

The woman glanced amongst the Uruk-Hai and back to the one in front of her. "Is that the truth?" Sarum nodded slowly and was already cringing, expecting to get hit. Ashghaash had explained that white skins didn't like their kind, and he didn't know what she would do. Standing back up, she motioned to the three elder Uruk-Hai, "I believe you. But I can't guarantee the others will be as kind." Ashghaash rolled his eyes. "Makes sense. Save two of their village members from the worst torture. Save their village from being pillaged and burned down, then saved them from being hunted down. Well damn, I hate us too."

Thrak couldn't help but chuckle with Tabnuut shaking his head. He motioned to her and sighed. "Is there nothing you can do? Can you talk with them? The whelps don't do as well out there as we do. We need to make camp soon. Also, I have to say we won't be too far away. But we have no food. The river gives plenty of water, but we were not able to do any hunting while watching our backs and looking over the young ones." The small boy looked at his mother with a big smile on his face. "Can't they stay here? What if more of the wild men attack? No one else is willing to fight them." She would have instantly told her son no if he hadn't brought up the dunlanders. They didn't know if they were just scouts of a larger party or the entire raid itself. She sighed and closed her eyes. "I'll talk with the elders. Just get rid of the bodies."

As the Uruk-Hai busied themselves with dragging the bodies to the treeline the Shieldmaiden made her way to the largest of the houses a ladder on the side allowed her reach of a raised position that one of the men usually stood at watching for trouble. On a small table the horn to alert the village sat old and dusty. They had been ill prepared and it almost cost them. She lifted the horn and let it trumpet throughout the village into the trees.

It had taken time, but people from the village began to return. The Shieldmaiden had the Uruk-Hai wait inside her house, with the promise of bread that they were not being tricked. The four elders returned and clustered around the woman. "We almost thought the Dunlanders blew the horn to break our spirits." "Ria, you are fine?" "Did you fight them all off alone?" Your boy is alright?" Calming the group down, she had to tear herself from four tight embraces. "Elders, please calm yourselves. I will explain everything. Just be prepared for a story that I almost don't believe myself."

As Ria told the tale of the, not Orc, Uruk-Hai that had saved her and dispatched with the the wild men. Continuing with the young ones and the chat she had with Sarum. Afterwards, there was a time of silence. She understood the confusion and if she hadn't have spoken with them herself she would have called the story madness. The four Elders, one after another, seemed to come to a conclusion.

Eorlund, the eldest of the men, crossed his arms and skeptically stared at Ria. "You say they purposely saved you, your son, the village, and its inhabitants?" Ria nodded silently. Belrand, the youngest, was scratching his balding head but slammed his hand down on the table. "Yet they admitted that they wanted to steal our food. Can we ignore that?" A hand reached out and set down on Belrand's forearm. "Be calm, Belrand. I understand your anger, but it is not needed now." The second eldest and seen by most in the village as everyone's grandfather, Calder did his best to calm his fellow elder. "It is hard to judge these orcs, but asking them to stay is a complicated change. A few good deeds do not forgive a life of crimes."

Ria felt her anger coming back, and she couldn't understand why, but she felt she had to act on it. She slammed her hands down on the table and glared at the elders. "They are not orcs! And what do you mean by a life of crimes? There are three kids out there, and you…." Ria was quieted as an old gnarled hand raised to silence her. The eldest of the four and only female, once a Shieldmaiden, Grelka silenced and calmed Ria of her anger. "Be calm Shieldmaiden. These Uruk-Hai, are a mystery. I admit it to be impossible to allow them to live in the village."

A large arrogant smile crossed Belrand's face. Grelka continued on her decision. "But we cannot and will not become monsters ourselves. The children shall be fed." Belrand started to open his mouth to intervene, but Grelka lifted her hand in his direction. "I am not finished. We also cannot let them just wander Rohan. We can spare a few hides for them to make a camp in the forests near the village."

The room was silent in surprise of the elders decision. It all came down to a vote but Grelka had been known to convince any to side with her. Eorlund then stood, groaning from the movement. "Alright then. Time to put it to a vote. All for sending the Uruk-Hai on their way say aye?"

Belrand was quick to answer. "Aye." He looked to Calder, but Grelka kept his gaze with a very stoic expression. After a moment passed, Eorlund smiled and crossed his arms. "And all in favor of Grelka's plan say aye. Aye" Grelka kept her eyes on Calder as she answered. "Aye." Calder looked back and forth between Grelka and Belrand before closing them and answering. "Aye."

Belrand growled before throwing his chair back. He went to leave but stopped at the door. "When these orcs slaughter our people the blood is on your hands Grelka." He then left before anything else could be said. Leaving the rest of the Elders watching the door.

The Elder looked to Eorlund and Calder and gave the two a smile. "Could you two be dears check on Belrand? I would like to talk to Ria alone." The two nodded and casually made their exit. Eorlund patted Ria's shoulders before leaving in reassurance. With just the two, Grelka clasped her hands together in front of her. "Bring them to me." Ria was caught off guard at the demand that it didn't register at first. "What was that Grelka?" The Elder sighed and used the same stoic expression on Ria. "You heard me. Bring the Uruk-Hai and the young here. I wish to see and speak with them myself." Ria nodded and quickly left the room to escape the eyes of the Elder.

She returned to her home to fetch the Uruk-Hai, where she found that not only had the bread been completely eaten, but her son was also fully dressed in one of the smaller Uruk-Hais armor. He wasn't holding the weapons but he seemed to be enjoying swinging her stirring spoon around as though it were a sword. The three larger Uruk sat at the table laughing and spouting out advice here and there. Ria cleared her throat, and her son quickly hid the spoon behind his back.

Thrak laughed again and slapped his leg. "Looks like we have been caught, boy." Ria looked the three Uruk-Hai over. They had left their helmets on the table, allowing her to finally see their faces. Tabnuut and Thrak held the same yellow eyes as Sarum, and while their features were more mature and rougher, she could still easily see the man inside them. But Ashghaash was what surprised her. His features fit more of a man than Orc. His grey eyes drew her in the quickest, then was the lack of the more rough features that the other two had. She was sure that had he been missing his tucks that his face would just look like a darkened man's.

Noticing the extra attention Ashghaash was quick to return his helmet to his head. "So what did your elders say, Shieldmaiden?" Ria crossed her arms and looked at her son as he removed the dark armor. "They each gave their thoughts and put you to a vote." Thrak rolled his eyes and nodded his head. "Let me guess. Arrows in the back of an axe to the gut?" Ria shook her head and sighed. "No. The vote was to either send you on your way or keep you here."

At that her son looked up hoping that his new friends would get to stay. Ria continued now with all attention on her. "The elders have decided that you shall stay. Not in the village mind you. We will give you some hides to help, but you must make do in the forests around the village." The Uruks felt that was a decent plan, and they cheered along with her son. Ria cleared her throat again and caught their attention. "Elder Grelka, though, demands to meet you. All of you." The Uruks looked at each other and then stood to meet the Elder.

Ria had led the Uruk-Hai through the village towards the largest of the buildings. People stopped and watched in fear after just hearing that such deadly monsters were now living nearby. Most ignoring the fact that they were saved by the tainted creatures. Ria opened the door and they filed in one after another. Grelka in all honestly hadn't expected for the three to be as large as the story said. Although seeing the largest carrying the toddler reminded her that such a large beast held a large heart.

Grelka had chairs brought in for the Uruk-Hai, and she motioned for them to sit. Ria was told to sit with them. Grelka looked from one to another, taking them in until stopping on the last one being Lugbuurz, missing half of his armor. She raised a brow at such. Understanding what confused her Ria nervously chuckled. "When I went back to get them, the little one was letting Bjorn try on his armor. He didn't get it all back on before we left." Looking back to the small Uruk, Grelka gave a small chuckle.

After getting what she needed visually Grelka look the the three larger Uruk-Hai. "Tell me now, who leads you three?" Tabnuut and Thrak quickly and wordlessly pointed to Ashgraash. He looked back and forth between the two, feeling as though he had been thrown to the wolves for their safety. "I held the highest rank before we left." He motioned to the fan on his helmet, which was given to the officers.

Grelka nodded her head and leaned back in her chair. "Then I shall make the deal with you then. The King has exiled the Rohirrim. We are without protection here. If you hadn't intervened we would not have survived. I wish to make the deal that we will hide you from our people and give you food in return for you defending us when we cannot."

Ashghaash looked to his brothers and grunted. He didn't know what to think of the deal. To him, it just seemed like what they had just left. Being used as a weapon and thrown away. He turned back to Grelka and leaned forward in his chair. "And you think your people want this?" Grelka sighed and shook her. "Honestly, most would prefer you gone. But their wants do not matter to me. They need you."

Tabnuut felt something was off. He looked to his lap to see that Mauhurr was missing. Unnoticed, he looked for the smaller Uruk-Hai while the others spoke. Grelka continued trying to convince Ashghaash. "They will come around eventually. The Elders have allowed you to stay. That alone will convince a few. Then we…."

Grelka stopped feeling small hands on her legs. She looked under the table to find the Uruk toddler, who had snuck over and was babbling to himself. Smiling, she picked him up, and Tabnuut could be seen stiffening. She set the small one in her lap and patted his head. Mauhurr surprised her by starting to purr. "His name?"

Seeing Tabnuut was nervous Thrak spoke for him. "Mauhurr." Grelka smiled down to the toddler. "It has been years since one was this small. Even longer since one was in my lap." She looked over to Ashghaash. "He is proof that your people are not monsters. Keep him safe and healthy then the other will see it as well."

Ashghaash nodded and felt Tabnuut step up behind him. Grelka lifted Mauhurr across the table and Tabnuut took him again in his arms. Ashghaash watched as Tabnuut returned to his seat, but now held his arms in front of the toddler to keep him from escaping again.

He turned to Grelka and nodded. "It's a deal. We will find a place to stay nearby." Ashghaash stood up with the others and pointed to Ria. "But we will need someone to come with us. In the case you need to find us, you can send her or her son to do so." Grelka nodded in agreement and motioned to Ria. "Do you accept?" Ria didn't want to, but she knew she wouldn't hear the end from her son, and she nodded. "I do."

The group of Uruks were led by Ria, back to her home for anything they had left. Her son had waited patiently, but upon their arrival was bouncing around wanting to play more with his new friends. His mother had to sit him down, explain what was needed and had him ready a pack of supplies for them in their search.

It had taken a bit of time but with everything prepared Ria and Bjorn led the Uruk-Hai into the forests around the village in their quest of finding the Uruks a new home. They moved from one clearing to another, finding the same issue with each in that none were really hidden enough for the Uruk's liking. The long day was slowly being drawn down as the sun began to slowly descend in the sky, and the group stopped at the river to refill their skins and find a good place to make camp.

Thrak worked a fire on the beach using a pit he had dug out to hold the fire. Sarum and Lugbruurz huddled near the fire. Ria couldn't help but smile at seeing the innocence of fearing the dark from the two smaller Uruk-Hai. Tabnuut sat next to them, attending to a sleeping Mauhurr. Ashghaash had left the group wanting to search a bit more and keep a look out. Which left Ria and Bjorn huddling next to the Uruk-Hai, waiting for Ashghaash's return.

The sky darkened and the moon took its place with the stars overhead. Ria glanced at Bjorn, Sarum, and Lugburrz. The three were huddled together and sound asleep. She had felt the urge to rest as well, but talking with Thrak allowed her to keep her sleep at bay for the time. It wasn't until the sound of sticks breaking behind them within the darkness that she entered full alertness. She looked to Thrak and Tabnuu,t but the two Uruks didn't seem bothered by the sounds. She could hear footsteps making their way to the fire.

Without looking up from the fire, Thrak spoke out. "You find anything?" Ria glanced behind her in time to see Ashghaash almost just appear out of nothing as he left the darkness. "In fact, I did. I think it will be the best thing for us. I left the torch there to make it easier to see." Thrak nodded and motioned to the three that were asleep. "We will have to wake them up then." Ashghaash shrugged and sat down by the fire. "The torch can just be left. We can make our way there in the morning." Thrak nodded and looked to Tabnutt. The behemoth shrugged while still cradling Mauhurr. "I see nothing wrong with this."

Ria looked to Thrak confused. Feeling her eyes upon him, he glanced to her and raised a brow. "What?" Ria pointed to Ashghaash and to the darkness. "How did you know it was Ashghaash? He didn't have the torch. If you can see in the dark why did he need a torch earlier?" Thrak chuckled and poked at the fire with a stick. "It's not that. Our breeding has taken the ability to see in the dark that orcs have. But unlike them, we can handle being in the sunlight."

Ria scratched the back of her head, confused. "If you couldn't see him, then how did you know?" Thrak pointed to his nose and then to his ear. "While we have lost the sight of our Orc cousins, we can still hear very well. That and our nose is unmatched. Knew Ashghaash was nearing long before he broke that stick." Ria nodded and yawned as weariness began to tug at her. Tabnuut motioned for Ria to lie down. "You get some rest. We three will take shifts." Ria didn't know if it was the thought of sleep that had made the offer sound good. Ria curled up by the fire and let sleep take her.

Ria could hear as birds flew overhead singing to themselves. She opened her eyes to see the sun peeking through the canopy. Ria turned away from the bright light to see that the fire had long since been put out. While that didn't bother her the fact that she was alone unnerved her. Ria quickly rolled to her feet drawing her axe and shield. Looking around the camp she tried to find any sign of the others.

She stopped and glared into the fire pit sighing. It was then she noticed a line drawn in the sand. She followed it with her before seeing that it led down the bank and around the corner. Ria quickly followed the line and as she did more obvious signs of the others appeared in the form of footprints. She continued to follow the trail hoping to find the Uruk-Hai that currently had her son.

As she her thoughts drifted to thoughts of her dreaming and the trail would continue on forever the footprints turned into a cove. She had to duck to get past a fallen tree, and she could see where the larger Uruk-Hai had to crawl under. Looking around the Cove, she had to admire its serene solitude. The water flowed in through a very narrow and shallow gap, but a large and what looked to be a deep pool of water was surrounded by sand on all sides. Ria noticed that cliffs surrounded the Cove, with thick shrubbery reaching the canopy and almost blocking her view out. What shocked her most of the Cove was the size. By her guess, the entire village could stay comfortably and have room to spare.

After admiring the Cove, she could see where the footsteps were leading. Off to one side the large mouth of a cave sat open with light flickering inside. Ria trudged inside and after a short walk found the Uruk-Hai and her son sitting around another fire talking to themselves. Ashghaash noticed her arrive and smiled. "Ria has finally awoken. We would have carried you with us but as you have already seen it would have been difficult getting you under the tree. Especially as dead weight."

Ria wanted to argue but felt it was too early for such a thing to happen. She glanced around the cave, her face scrunched as she tried to see what they had seen. "You want to live here?" Ashghaash chuckled at seeing her expression. "What's so bad about it? We have the outside to do with what we wish without being found, then the inside to turn into a new home. Mean it wouldn't be the same without iron, but we could easily make do with wood."

Ria rolled her eyes, feeling she would prefer to stay outside than a dank cave. "Alright, we found you a place to stay. So how are you going to make it into a good home?" The three Uruks looked at each other before Tabnuut spoke up. "Simple. Your people are supplying us with some food and furs to start us off. This will allow us to focus on leveling trees to build. Once we run low on food, Thrak could then hunt for us. Probably teach the boys to do the same, but we only have one bow."

Thrak shrugged and pointed deeper into the cave. "It's decently sized. We could probably make separate rooms. With any left over room would be used for storage. Tabnuut was a smith. He could probably recreate a forge. And from what we know, the Snaga that mined in Isengard complained about finding iron. If we can remember all the things we heard, I believe there is iron to mine here. Tabnuut will try to mine some of the ore when we have time, but until then, it's wood."

Ria raised a brow, surprised at the planning that came from what was thought a few days ago to be just monsters. She then motioned towards the fire with a hand. "What about light? Unless you set up torches, you won't be able to see a thing. The group, including her son, chuckled amongst themselves before Ashghaash dumped the dirt that was in his shield on the fire. With the light quickly fading, Ria became nervous again. Until a greenish blue glow was cast on the walls and ceiling of the cave. Stones in the rock pulsed with light trailing deeper into the cave. Ashghaash could be seen with his arms crossed. "The cave provides. The outside doesn't do this."

Ria could now see why they choose such a place. The light was bright enough that she could almost believe it was brighter than moonlight. Thrak stood up and crossed the room. "While we have everything planned what we do not have are tools. Axes, rope, nails or hammers. We may even need a pickaxe."

Ria let out a sigh, understanding what Thrak was getting at. She would have to ask Grelka to get such things for the Uruk-Hai. Tabnuut looked up from Mauhurr, who was currently wide eyed at the glowing stone. He gave Ria an almost empty and emotionless expression. "Also, after we have what we need, unless the village is under attack, you and your son will need to stay away. We do not wish you to be hurt." Ria looked confused, and her son looked very sad. Before she could ask any questions, Ashghaash stood up and motioned for her to follow him.

The two left the cave and Ria knew that something was wrong if she had to be spoken to privately. Ashghaash was facing away from her and seemed to be staring at the pool of water. Ria stepped to his side and had to look up to see his face. "So whats the problem?" Ashghaash sighed yet still didn't look to her. After a moment of silence did he speak. "It is an uneasy topic."
Ria raised a brow and placed a hand on the Uruks shoulder. "Well you did save me. It will be difficult to scare me off now." Ashghaash scoffed yet still didn't look at her. "The boys are asking questions. They don't understand why they saw so many Tark females yet never hear us talking of Uruk Females." Ria began to get concerned. "Why don't you talk about them?" Ashghaash shook his head. "Cause there aren't any. Any that survive at least."

Ria looked to Ashghaash wide eyed but he waved her away. "If you wish to learn more then ask again in two weeks. We have things we must do. Think you can get the supplies soon? I could go with you or Thrak if you would prefer." Ria shook her head and patted the large Uruk's shoulders. "You will do fine."

Ashghaash strolled over to the mouth of the cave, but Ria caught him quickly. "Let's let Bjorn stay a bit longer. If he cannot return for two weeks, let him and the boys play." The Uruk nodded as he stuck his head in the cave. "Ria and I are heading back for the supplies. Bjorn your ma said you can stay and play with the boys." A smile crossed his face. "Roughhousing optional."

He could hear cheering echoing in the cave and he turn to see Ria's disapproving look. He gave her a quick smile and patted her head. "The boys will have two weeks of playing to make up. Let them wear themselves out now. The two went on their supply run, returning some time later. The two were walking silently along the river. The Uruk was able to drag the supplies to the Cove.

That was when the two were met with the sight of the three kids sitting on the edge of the Cove. Tabnuut was sitting on the side with the Uruk Toddler playing in the sand in front of him. It was clear the larger Uruk-Hai was watching all of the younglings. And when the two entered the Cove, he waved to them. Ria was the only one to return it.

As the two closed the distance, Ashghaash questioned the other Uruk. "Where is Thrak?" Tabnuut motioned to the mouth of the Cove before replying. "Since we couldn't do anything without tools, and we are pretty safe here. He went hunting. And the boys wanted to play in the water. As you can see."

With both questions answered head Uruk went to bring the supplies inside of the cave. Ria approached the boys. "Say goodbye Bjorn. We have to go now." The three said their somber goodbyes, and she felt bad for her son. But it wouldn't be permanent. Once the boys were done the mother and son left the Cove.

The next day, Thrak was returning from his hunting trip. Carrying a deer on his back. He stopped when his ears picked up a strange noise. He ducked into some foliage and peeked around cautiously. He was able to spot a pack of Wargs, a pretty good-sized one. And it was heading for the Cove. He didn't have a way to warn the others.

The Uruk scout had to think this over quickly. He looked around, finding a tree he could climb up. If he was lucky, the Wargs wouldn't have been able to climb up as well. He ran to the tree, throwing the kill up into a few dense branches to keep it safe. He then climbed up the tree, making sure to keep the pack in his sight. He was sure he could still hit them, especially with the tree giving the Uruk-Hai more range.

Once as high as he felt was needed, Thrak pulled his bow from his back. Luckily, he had more arrows than Wargs in the pack. He notched the first arrow and took aim. Making sure to compensate for distance and movement. Pulled the first thick arrow back and let it fly. It flew true, hitting just in front of the pack. Now he had their attention, just what he needed.

The Wargs went into panic mode, not knowing where the arrow came from. But it did stop them from heading to the Cove. The Uruk-Hai released shot after shot into the Wargs. Taking out three of them. That was when the pack realized where the arrows were coming from. Thrak was able to take another two down as they changed his tree.

The remaining pack members were now at the base of the tree, trying to climb it. The Uruk-Hai was firing rapidly, not really needing to aim as much. A panicked chaotic twenty or so minutes, the rest of the Wargs were slain. Thrak beat his chest and released a victorious bellow. That was when the branch holding the Uruk-Hai finally broke.

Luckily he was able to catch himself on the next one down. Thrak returned the deer to his back and climbed down. Retrieving all of the surviving arrows. He spoke to himself as he looked over the dead Wargs. "Will need to keep this tree in mind. Don't want the meat or furs to go to waste." By his count looked to be around twenty Wargs.

The Uruk continued his trek back to the river, grabbing all surviving arrows along the way. Once there he was able to see that the pack must have been returning from their own hunting trip. There were a lot of dead creatures and people. Thrak nudged one of the people in the side, and they immediately groaned. Well, that one was alive. He quickly picked them up and took off for the Cove.

He had to crawl under the tree to drag the person, but afterwards he was running with the person tired to deer. Once Thrak made it to the mouth of the cave, he called out to the others inside. "Ashghaash, Tabnuut. I am back from my hunting trip. I have news! And I have someone hurt here!" It didn't take long for the other two to make it to the mouth.

Thrak explained how the person was brought in by a Warg pack and how he killed it. Tabnuut has a moment of collection. "That explains what we found after you left. We found Warg pups deeper into the caves. The boys asked if we could keep them. I said it depends on if the pack actually comes back. It seems we are keeping them now." Thrak remembered the Wargs from Isengard. He actually liked them.

The Uruk Scout set the person he was carrying to the ground, as well as the deer. He spoke as he looked over the other two. "Take these while I head back for the Wargs. We don't want all that fur and meat to go to waste." Only Tabnuut took the person and deer. Ashghaash held up his arm, calling out a reply. "Wait a moment." And with that he ducked into the cave.

The Uruk Captain emerged some time later. With the boys and a wooden cart. Thrak gave him a questioning look before Ashghaash spoke. "This is the cart used to bring the tools and supplies yesterday. We can use it now. Also grabbed the boys. The four of us will be able to do more. Can teach Sarum and Lugbuurz with this too."

It was a good idea, the Scout nodded then led the group to the felled Wargs. It took a bit longer than expected because they were teaching the boys the right way to harvest the beasts. After Thrak and Ashghaash cut up a few of the Wargs slowly so Lugbuurz and Sarum could see what was needed in detail. Then the two tried to do it on their own. The two older Uruks were watching while carving.

Once all of the Wargs were successfully harvested and put in the cart. The cart wasn't quite big enough, so a lot of meat and fur were hanging off of the Uruks. The boys were quite proud of themselves. Both only ruining a couple of the beasts. The group moved the cart along side the river. Eventually making it to the Cove. Once there, they have to split up. One of the adults and boys was pushing while the other two were pulling. Working to get the cart under and past the log.

The four brought the cart and supplies into the cave. Thrak was a bit surprised by how much had changed since he had last been inside. There were a few lit torches literally beaten into holes in the wall to hold them up. There were piles of tools and blankets. The deer had been laid out on a hide off of the side. Mauhurr was in a pile of Warg pups and having the time of his life. The big Tabnuut was watching the toddler as well as the person the person that had been brought in. He already patched them up as best he could. The Uruks separated to work in and on the cave.
Over the next couple of days, nothing much happened. The cave was carved out and built up. Working on making it a legit living space. A portion was set up to smoke the meat, and the Uruk-Hai took turns checking on the toddler and pups. And the guest. By the third day they were there, the survivor awoke. It was a woman, and strangely enough, she wasn't surprised by the Uruks in the cave. She mistakes them for Orcs working with Sauron and reveals herself to be a Corsair. She had sailed upriver to raid the lands but was shipwrecked in the Isen. The Wargs then attacked.

Tabnuut corrects the woman. Explaining that they were Fighting Uruk-Hai of Saruman. And that they abandoned the White Wizard. The Corsair then introduced herself. "I am Lydia. I thank you for saving me. But now I am in a situation. With no way back I am now stuck here. And I don't think the locals will appreciate learning why I am here in the first place. Is there any way I can stay with your group? It is the only way I see myself surviving here." She was looking around the room as she spoke.

The big Uruk-Hai knew he would have to get the Captain for this. He motioned for the woman to stay as he went to get Ashghaash. He was currently feeding a horde of puppies. The Uruk blacksmith informed the Captain of the situation with the woman. The two Uruks went back and forth on the good and the bad of bringing her in. Tabnuut wins by saying that they need more hands to help. And it would be a waste to let her die instead of being useful. Ashghaash told the larger Uruk to inform the rest.

The Uruk wandered around the cave, looking for and informing the rest of their kind of the new addition to their group. Once done, he returned to the Corsair. Letting her know that she would have a place there. She would just have to pull her weight. Lydia accepted and asked about the Orc that saved her. Tabnuut corrected her again. Reminding her that they were Uruks. And if she wanted to stay that, she would need to get it right. After she agreed, he explained that it was Thrak that saved her. And the Scout was outside getting some fresh air.

Finding the strength to stand up, Lydia picked herself up. She waved the Uruk away. She planned on thanking her savior personally. Tabnuut led the woman out of the cave, and she got her first view of the Cove. It was quite nice. She could see a guy leaning against one of the cliffs and assumed that was who she was looking for. The Corsair closed the distance before asking. "Hello. Is your name Thrak?" I was informed that he saved me. And I wanted to thank him." The Scout looked her over before replying. "Well. Get on with it."

She grabbed his arm and started to pull before speaking. "I want to do it somewhere more private. Know anywhere like that?" The confused Thrak led her out of the Cove and to a group of trees by the river. It was quite secluded and shady. The Corsair looked around before pushing the Scout against the trees. She looked him over as she spoke. "Thank you for saving me. But now I owe you. And I hate owing anyone. So I am going to rock your boat. Clean up in the river first though."

The Scout was quite unfamiliar with the kind of terms she was talking about. He just stared and asked. "What are you talking about, Umbaran?" She took a more nervous expression as she explained it. "Didn't the White Wizard teach you anything about breeding and sex?" That Thrak understood. And he also understood it was a tark offering it freely. He was out of his armor and into the river faster than the Corsair expected. It got her laughing.

The Corsair stripped down as well. Thrak was able to get a good look at her as she joined him in the river. Lydia had a typical Southron skin tone. She was 5'10, with an average body type. The Corsair had brown hair that went mid-way down her back, as well as brown eyes. She had a sizeable pair of breasts, each as big as her head, and the Uruk wanted to maul with his hands. She had a decent-looking ass as she sat down next to the Scout. Making sure he was cleaning as she started.

After a few minutes of this, the Uruk could feel the Corsair moving next to him. She reangled herself to face the Scout. Taking his already hard member into her hand. Half stroking it and half cleaning it in the river. Lydia smirked over at Thrak before speaking. "Just sit back and enjoy yourself. It isn't a safe day. So we will have to keep it up high." The Uruk-Hai didn't really understand what she was talking about. But he wasn't going to say anything dumb and stop what was happening. So Thrak did exactly as she requested. Leaning back against the river and giving her more room.

Once satisfied with the effort, Lydia moved in front of Thrak. Laying her upper body on his legs and lower body. Catching his hard member between her impressive breasts as a side effect. The Uruk was in a soft paradise. The Corsair smirked up at the Scout. His face gave away everything. It was time to take it to the next level. The woman started to lick the parts of his cock she could reach. Teasing her tongue around the head. She didn't have to grab it. Her tits held the rod all on their own.

The Corsair was impressed. It had been five or ten minutes of nothing but licking. And the Uruk hadn't tried to force anything. Lydia figured he deserved more now. She could delay it by simply bobbing on it until he eventually popped. But that wasn't the boat rocking she had promised. So, the woman moved into a better position. And started to throat the cock hard and fast. She was in her element now. Poor Thrak wasn't warned and wasn't expecting the rapid shift. So he held on for dear life. To add to the fun, since Lydia had to move her tits out of the way for this. She grabbed the Uruk's hands and pressed his palms against them. Making her moan on the rod she was sucking.

It didn't take long for the Uruk to be pushed over the edge. The initial teasing and then rapid shift into throating his cock. Lydia could feel him getting close and had a fun idea. They were in a river so they could easily clean up. She pulled off of his rod and started to stroke. The Corsair stared into his eyes before saying. "Cum. All over my face and titties. Cum all over them. Claim me for the Uruk-Hai.” Not expecting that he came and came hard. His body tensed as his cock shot load after load on the woman. Once done he detensed and could see that he covered Lydia well.

While Thrak was enjoying the after-effects of a hard orgasm. Lydia was cleaning herself off in the river. The Uruk had finished first. The Corsair was on all fours facing from him. He could see her ass sticking out of the top of the water. He was sure he could take her right there. But she would probably be upset with him for some reason. He enjoyed her not only being interested but doing things as well. It was much more satisfying, which would have been the right word. Than his time in the pits. He would do his best to keep his group of idiots from doing anything to scare her off. With that decided, he relaxed by the riverside. Lydia eventually joined, and they sat in silence.
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A Handful of Uruk Hai	By : Willdero Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General Views: 8 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Handful of Uruk Hai