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The Beginning... [Apr. 15th, 2004|09:03 am]
orgy_n_isengard

orgy_n_isengard

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THIS WILL BE A "and then what happened.." JOURNAL:

one person writes a part of a storyline, then the next one take it from there,and so on

...so I will go first:

Isengard looked positively radiant in the vivid scarlet sunset,its obsidian walls gleaming with an unearthly hue; the Uruk-Hai still toiled busily in the slave-yards, in the never-ending sweat and mire of Saruman's seething pit-factories. There was much work to be done, so much...and it was wild work, the kind that tapped your very sanity itself. Murder and bloodshed could be assimilated into your psyche more easily than endless days of filthy, back-breaking labor, with no seeming respite in sight.

Out of nowhere,like a ghost in flame, Saruman the White stepped out of his dark Tower and walked down to the sweat-pits;his care-worn but strangely handsome face was lined with a certain mixture of repressed anger and frustration: things were not progressing as quickly as he needed them to, even with all the "gentle" encouragement he was constantly giving the Orcs and Uruk-Hai. The Dark Lord was forever pressuring, forever pressing him,like some malignant beast driving its nails into his back. Always, the pressure!

Saruman sighed deeply, and approached the lead Orc, who regarded him with great reverance: "My lord! What brings you to the foul pit this day?"' " I have to tell you that we are, as usual, behind in this work. Sauron is not pleased, and neither am I!" Saruman paused a moment, hoping his stern words would perhaps penetrate the thick orc-intellect.The Orc merely gazed up at the tall wizard with a look of love and awe-struck devotion, but very little real understanding. Saruman furrowed his great ancient brows, and continued:
"I am failing to get through to you; if there is not greater progress,and very soon, there will be deaths to account for it!" Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked away from them swiftly,listening with his keen perception for any sounds of dissent behind him. There were none.

Saruman slowly and wearily climbed the long stair to the top of Orthanc Tower; ah, how his back ached these days! After hundreds and hundreds of years, he was suddenly feeling something of his great age. His mind turned to the young servant girl the Uruks had recently dragged off from the human village; he thought about this for a moment, pondering an idea that fatigue was attempting to destroy.She had been young, he knew that, he had seen her briefly before ordering her to assist in the lower rooms. He felt an unfamiliar stirring,almost a shadow of a sensation, and suddenly turned back towards the lower levels; he had the strangest inclination,the most mysterious desire: there was an increasing ache coming over him,and the need to find the servant girl was becoming very powerful now.


TO BE CONT...!!!
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