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30 May 2011 @ 03:31 am
Fic: ‘A (relatively) quiet morning.’  
Title: A (relatively) quiet morning.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings (movies).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Before the trees awoke during the Lord of the Rings.
Summary: An Orc wanders off the path.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

Unlike the tree in The return of Spring, the tree in this story are not happy or relieved.

It’s been a while since I visited simple woodlands. I don’t think this brief excursion into Fangorn counts as ‘simple woodland’, though.

Disclaimer
With the exception of the original characters created purely for the purpose of the story, all characters contained herein are the intellectual property of JRR Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and the Tolkien Trust & Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


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A breeze dies at the edge. Spring green peeks through the older, darker leaves that have settled again, and again, on the boughs. Sunlight struggles through the overgrown trees, lost on its way to the ground below. Rich is the scent of the soil. Silence surrounds; the chitter and chatter of small animals briefly echo before the sounds are lost.

The crack of an axe against wood resounds through the old forest. Again and again and again. Guttural mutters and grunts follow, littering the air with its harshness. The creak of old wood as trees fall.

The animals flee.

Complaints follow the wiry Orc scampering inward. Forgotten are the ways of the slumbering forest as he kicks and curses tree roots sticking out of the ground. Stopping, he finds a rock amongst the long grass and fallen moss; scowling, he flings it at the nearest tree. Splinters fly. He passes the tree.

An eye cracks slowly open. The path of the Orc is watched.

Growling under its breath, the Orc returns, hunched, its eyes darting nervously this way and that.

A leaf flutters to the ground. The air grows closer still. A squirrel in the tree is spotted - fresh meat - and the Orc scrabbles at the tree.

Crunch. Splat. Black blood sprays the ground.

Another leaf twirls idly to the ground. The eye closes. Hesitantly, birdsong resumes.
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on May 30th, 2011 07:45 am (UTC)
... it's a hard thing to make me feel sorry for an Orc. But you've done that; well done.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 30th, 2011 11:46 am (UTC)
How?
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on May 30th, 2011 01:09 pm (UTC)
Well; it did just get splatted very successfully. I feel for it.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 30th, 2011 02:52 pm (UTC)
I must say, like dreamflower02 below, I don't feel sorry for the Orc, myself. As they say: I'm sure he'd splatted his own share of creatures over the years...

Edited at 2011-05-30 02:52 pm (UTC)
dreamflower02dreamflower02 on May 30th, 2011 02:18 pm (UTC)
I like this. It's nice to contemplate the idea that not all the trees just submitted calmly to Saruman's ravages, and that at least one Ent or Huorn was awake enough to maintain a guard on Fangorn. *grin* Unlike the previous commenter, I don't feel one whit sorry for the splatted Orc! I'm sure he'd splatted his own share of creatures over the years...
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on May 30th, 2011 02:57 pm (UTC)
I like this. It's nice to contemplate the idea that not all the trees just submitted calmly to Saruman's ravages, and that at least one Ent or Huorn was awake enough to maintain a guard on Fangorn.
Thank you. I’ve always imagined there might have been one who kept an eye on the forest while the others slept.

I don't feel one whit sorry for the splatted Orc! I'm sure he'd splatted his own share of creatures over the years...
As mentioned above, neither do I! It was lurking in the back of my head he’d splatted many creatures during the time he was alive.