Terror had gripped the foul hearts of the orcs of mordor, a terrible man or elf of great power and fury was abroad in the 
depths of mordor in the caverns of shelob. A whole company of orcs had been found slain, it was said that the bodies were
half eaten and mutilated, minions spoke in hushed voices of this great warrior that was creating havoc in the caves, even 
shelob had been slaughtered but had not been eaten. Orders were issued from the big bosses to send out half a dozen 
companies into the six caverns and flush this intruder into the central cave that was shelobs home before her demise, the 
orcs obeyed out of pure fear, caught between the the choice of the fury of the Nazgul and almost certain death they chose 
death. So it was that the companies issued forth into the caverns but once inside they felt no presence of the a man or 
elf and felt at ease believing that the terror had already took flight and that they would escape with their lives after 
all, little did they know of what was to become of them….. The orcs now carrying out their orders slowly made their way 
through the tunnels checking every crevice and small cave along the way, all of a sudden many cries of pain could be heard 
from one of the other tunnels, they were orc cries of death, the enemy was still abroad, panic set in, the captain of the 
company struggled to regain control of his orcs, but after a while the company resumed it’s course. Eventually the orcs 
reached the entrance to the great cavern a foul stench filled the air, the captain made his way to the entrance and ordered 
one of his charges to scout the cave, the orc made his way slowly to the wall at the right side of the entrance and popped 
his head into the cave trying to sneak an unseen look into the cave, there was a flash of gray and then the orc 
disappeared, no cries were heard but within seconds the lower half of the orcs body came crashing down to the floor of 
the cave. The Captain decided that he needed to speak with the other captains and organize some kind of group attack, he 
gave orders to five runners to go back up the tunnels and tell the other captains his idea, he could only wait now. Time 
passed slowly and the runners came back one by one, the other captains had agreed that upon his signal all the companies 
would charge the cave at the same time thus overpowering the enemy, with that the Captain organized his men and sound his 
horn, the host burst into the cave expecting to see a company of elves or men, to their horror it was a Cave Troll, he 
must have gone mad, he was sat amid a pile of half eaten orcs when he saw the host and rose to his feet, the orcs charged 
with pure hatred in their hearts but could not get near the cave troll, hewn bodies flew around the cave and two captains 
had been killed, the companies began to fall apart and the end was nigh, then a new terror grasped the orcs, they froze 
and so did the cave troll. The orcs threw themselves to the ground seemly in great pain, the Troll backed away to the far 
wall of the cave overcome with fear, stumbling over the bodies of the minions he had slaughtered, then great black shadows 
appeared from the tunnels like the wind they descended on the Cave troll, his screams filled the cave, the captain gathered 
enough courage to look up, the sight was terrible the Nazgul had come forth and were tearing the cave troll into pieces, 
soon it was over and the shadows passed away. The orcs got to their feet and surveyed the room all the bodies included the 
troll and shelob had disappeared, nothing remained of the slaughter except in the memories of the orcs, another dark day in 
Mordor had passed and the orcs stomped back to the barracks with hate in their hearts for the big bosses and some with 
long past memories of better days with sunlight and trees and grass…..

by: Uruloki