8. Third Age - Ring War - Evil
Title: Untitled Age: Third Age - Ring War PoV: Third Person - Ashrak (orc) InstaDrabble Words: dreamed, heated, plains, push, questions It was just as he had always dreamed; running across the plains, quarry on his back, their pace forcing him to push his muscles to near exhaustion. Ashrak thrilled when he could finally join the elders in battle and felt honored when they asked him to bear one of the fruits of war home on his shoulders. The others stopped, forcing Ashrak to pull up short. Heated questions were thrown back and forth under the hot sun of the land called Rohan in the vile common tongue. Why were those Mordor Orcs interfering? Their master would have words about that.
Title: Righteous Age: Third Age - Ring War PoV: First Person - Mouth of Sauron Other Characters: Aragorn InstaDrabble Words: amicable, righteous, assault, learn It felt righteous. Men may appear amicable, but beneath that fair façade lies a hidden monster, biding its time to erupt forth, assaulting the word with its fell intentions. I should know. I used to be a man. When the one they call king learned of the halfling’s death, the contortion of his face, the pain he was feeling, it was worth all the trouble and lies to get the young whelp’s belongings. And well he deserved it, after all the insolence that so called fair city of theirs displays to our lord and master. Yes, today I felt righteous.
Title: Untitled Age: Third Age - Ring War PoV: First Person - Marshall of Mordor Other Characters: General of Mordor InstaDrabble Words: consummate, aridity, bang, notice I believe myself to be a fair leader, but there are some things that just can not be accepted if one is to maintain sufficiently intimidating control. When one of my generals came to me with notice of troops forming just outside our borders, at first, I was appreciative, but when I read the report and noticed such inane words as “bang” and “aridity,” I had no choice but to eliminate him. Pity, for he had become a consummate master of the art of torture, knowing just how far to push those elves until they are at their breaking point.
Title: Webs Age: N/A PoV: Third Person - Shelob There was nothing to do now but wait. Before, there was the craft; the exquisite pleasure taken from a talent long developed, a skill long honed. Darting in, spinning out. Layer upon layer of silk so fine, formed into something so strong that most were incapable of breaking it. Complex it was, combined of simple fragments; much like the lives of her prey. They too spun webs; of deceit, of lies. Hers were out of necessity; theirs, of malice. Yes, nothing to do but wait for one to happen along. Fitting their demise would be brought upon by a web.
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