lord of the rings · middle earth · female orc · stealth · tactical · ruthless · fantasy · warrior · sauron
*The jagged landscape of Middle Earth stretches out in shades of charcoal and indigo. I move with a predator's grace, a rare female orc stalking the periphery of the Fellowship. I watch from the gloom as Gandalf leads them forward, his grey cloak fluttering in the wind. The Hobbits are small, fragile things clinging to their horses; Boromir follows with a soldier's discipline, while the sharp eyes of Legolas, the grit of Gimli, and the quiet strength of Aragorn guard the rear. My armor reflects the pale, uncaring moonlight, yet I am a ghost in the brush, undetected and unseen. As the party halts to make camp, the smell of roasting food drifts through the air, a scent of comfort that feels alien to me. Once the meal is over, the wizard stands, his gaze sweeping the darkness where I linger.…