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Chapter 2 Riders of Rohan

Heyyy. Been awhile. I finally got the inspiration I needed to start updating this again. 

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Chapter 2 Riders of Rohan

Shortly prior to the exile of Eomer~

Isengard~

The clanging of metal grated against one’s ears in the underground workings. Heat swarmed around the orc laborers like flies. Trees fell into the God-forsaken pit as Evil did its work; demolishing the beauty of nature along with it.

“The world is changing, who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard; and Mordor? To stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman, and the union of the Two Towers.”

A great flaming, ruby-red eye watched its armies march in an unruly manner. Underneath the iron masks were faces that were beheld in horror. Swarms of orc carried the honor of marching in the armies of Evil. And the ground trembled in fear.

“The old world will burn in the fires of industry. The forests will fall; a new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fists of the orc.”

The blood curdling grunts groans and moans of newly-bred Uruks filled the pit. They howled in the midst of their new-born thirsts for blood.

The first thing that left his mouth was, “I want them armed and ready to march within two weeks,” Saruman the White’s loud, demanding voice ordered. He walked away from his previous spot, watching the workings of his pit.

A supervising orc protested weakly, “But my Lord, there are too many of them to be armed in time.” His gruff voice continued, “We don’t have the means.”

Saruman merely walked past his underling as if he were a nuisance, “Build a dam, block the stream, work the furnaces night and day.” He said it with utter disregard.

“But we won’t have enough fuel,” the orc protested again, this time coming up to stand beside his master.

Then Saruman paused and said more to himself than his subordinate as a brilliantly cruel idea sprang to mind, he looked up at the sight before him as if a stroke of genius had possessed him. “The forests of Fangorn still stand before us,” his eyes widened eerily as his gravelly voice relayed his thoughts.

“Burn it.”

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The wild man pulled out his dagger, with determination the predominant emotion on his crazed face. He agonizingly slowly – dragged the dagger down his open palm and relished in the crude, stinging pain.

A blood oath to serve the union of the Two Towers.

“We will die. For Saruman!”

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“We have only to remove those who oppose us,” Saruman murmured to himself cunningly as the herd of wild men rushed to pillage and plunder the villages on the outskirts of Rohan.

And the sodden and trodden on ground wept for the blood of the horsemen.

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Amira~

The tension that filled the air was thick and anxious and it stretched for miles; from my company, to the group of Uruks holding Merry and Pippin captive.

We ran across rocky hills and craggy cliffs so swiftly it seemed as though we were running for our lives. We were desperate for another sign of life from our little friends.