That night was cold and lonely. Clove on the up high on a wide bough of a tree. She wondered what Sam, Frodo, and Gollum would be up to in the next day. Then her mind drifted to Isengard...
MEANWHILE IN ISENGARD
Suroman walked into the dinning hall. He requested the usual dinner. An Orc came out very timidly and apologized to him. "Master Suromon, the kitchen has been robbed we have no more food. I suppose it was the chef who stole it all for she has been missing." The Orc said in a cracked voice. Suroman filled with rage.
"How could you let her escape! I told you the chain her ankle to wall and lock the kitchen door! You fools! You will be eaten for dinner then!" Suroman shouted. Then he whistled loudly. Two large Ork-Hai came in and dragged the Orc away. He was screeching and pleading, but Suromon had no heart. He was too angry, too far gone to turn back from Surom. Next he sent out 9 scouts to capture or kill The chef. Now only 8 remain after her brawl the past night. Now she was in danger just as Frodo was.
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Runaway
FanfictionSomewhere deep in Mordor there was a hero. Not an elf, a man, a dwarf, or hobbit; but there was an Orc. And this Orc changes the minds of those in Middle Earth forever.
