Ok this is in no way a happy story. This story more than anything is one about sacrifices and a look into what are the boundaries of love, and how do they change for different people, as well as what are people willing to do for love. Furthermore this story is taking an initial devil’s advocate side to a group that is normally portrayed as purely evil in Tolkein’s world and in other fics. I might change I have not decided as I have not written the ending yet. However many situations are taken as conclusions to observations. Feed back is great.

Warnings: This first chapter is not meant for the squeamish and the young.

Seriously this is no joke, if you would rather not read about non-consensual intercourse I suggest that you go somewhere else, or if you like the plot but feel that this is not for ya please go to the next chapter. This type of situation is only for this first chapter but I feel that starting from the beginning is an important step.

Lots of love

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There is Another Sky

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Prologue

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A dark figure made it's way up from a deep ravine in a new growth forest. Keeping to the shadows the figured moved cautiously but purposefully up the steep side of loose earth. Reaching the top, the trees began to clear letting in more of the bright midday sunlight. The dark figure looked up to the sky and hissed as if the action would be enough to drive the sun from its high perch. Instead of waiting to see if the sun would actually bend to the will of such an insignificant being, the figured moved on trying it's best to keep to the shadows though it didn't help as the branches of the trees were far apart and sparsely leafed.

It would seem strange for him to be here in the picturesque lit forest; unnatural even, as he was Lurtz, of the Uruk-hai. Superior above all others; men, dwarves, elves, and orcs. And he had been created to do the thing he could do best, kill men.

Sarumon had ordered them to meet with the rest of the army at Helm's Deep as they would have the delightful opportunity to first kill the tough men and then have the rest of the time pleasure themselves with woman and the sweet flesh of children. The thought of something like that should have kept him with the rest of his band, sleeping, so they could travel easily that night, ready for the sweet festivities that was to come.

Though he couldn’t, as his damned officer had ordered him to scout the area in front of them. “To make sure that there was no large army was laying about and jacking off.” His officer had said so eliquantly. It was disadvantageous to him. He would be tired the next day and would either lag behind or be the first to be killed. However Lurtz had to accept it. He was old; too old to be fighting as it was time for him to be inseminated for the future Uruk-hai. But Lurtz didn't want that. He didn't like the idea of something growing inside of him, a parasite, as he lay in the caverns wasting away until he became nothing but a thin sac. Something that would be torn apart and cast aside after the new Uruk-hai had come into the world hungry for the smell of blood. It was his fifteenth year, ancient in many ways, but he felt restless and disgusted at the thought of wasting away forgotten in the mass of his brothers.

The trees ahead of him began to grow younger and closer together, signaling that this area of the forest was new. Lurtz slowed his pace; these woods were the ones that would carry people. Ahead the trees cut off suddenly ending with a wall of light. He supposed there was a clearing but the blasted sun was yet again foiling his day.

As he approached the supposed clearing he took precautions. As if his captain had been right, walking into a camp of men would not be pleasant. He ducked behind a tree about ten strides away from the wall of light and slid down the trunk till he was sitting on the cool packed earth. Lurtz closed his eyes. Sleep, that was what he would much rather be doing instead of sitting next to an expanse of sunlight.

A loud ‘cluck’ from his left startled him out of his daydream. He picked up his sword that he had rested on the ground and with a lightning flash movement he spun to his left, raising the piece of metal formidably, a growl forming from deep in the back of his throat.

A yellow chicken blinked then clucked indignantly, before going back to pecking at a worm that was frantically trying to wiggle back into the ground. Lurtz relaxed his posture taking in the chicken, as it ignored his presence. He cocked his head to one side taking in the strange sight of a completely docile chicken. Normally these fat creatures only had one characteristic that made up for their stupidity, and that was their extreme skittishness. He began to sit back, when he realized that there was a red ribbon tied around its neck.

Lurtz smirked; how nice someone had given him a present and wrapped it up too. He reached out his free hand and grasp the chicken about the neck. It gave a squawk in indignation, but that was the last sound it made as he dropped his sword and quickly cracked it’s neck. He smiled down at the limp chicken; taking in the aroma of the fresh flesh he slowly lifted it to his face. Opening his mouth to…

“Lightning!” a high pitch voice interrupted Lurtz. He dropped the chicken to his lap then slowly leaned around the tree to look in the direction that the voice had come.

Time had passed since Lurtz had settled himself, and the sun had dropped further to the horizon. He could now see that his guess was right and just beyond ten strides away, stood a little girl. She looked scrumptious, with pink cheeks and the chubby arms of a toddler. The girl turned her blonde head either way looking for this ‘Lightning.’

“Lightning!” the girl called out again.

Lurtz stomach growled as a boy a little older, with the same dark blonde hair came up beside her and pushed her hard towards the forest and him.

“Haha, you lost that stupid chicken!” the boy teased.

“No, Lightning’s not lost!” the girl cried, tears welling up in her eyes. Lurtz shifted into a squat. Today was a lucky day for him. Two children ripe for eating, he could almost feel the soft sweet flesh on his lips. He picked up his sword weighing it in his hands, when he saw her.

It was strange, he could have sworn that light was emitting from her as she glided, her white blonde hair flowing behind her, towards the children. He had seen others of her kind, elves; they tended to be lean and tough from age. They were a people that were deceptive of their appearance, seeming mouthwatering sweet but bitter on the inside. Orc and Uruk-hai alike had learned to only approach close enough to run them through. However now was different, Lurtz wanted her. Not in the way he wanted the children (hers’ he supposed) that chased each other around her skirt. He wanted to strip her naked and explore every plane of her body. He wanted to bury his nose in that sweet hair.

A man, a human he identified, much older with grey hair dusting his once brown hair and wrinkles like crows feet hugging the side of his eyes walked up to her and wrapped his arms about her slender waist. He saw the man lean over and kiss her passionately on the lips. He heard her groan softly in response. As the human and her gather up the children and enter the small cabin on one side of the clearing, he stood up as quietly as he could. He needed to get back, to tell the others about this place, they would be eager for a meal. However the sight of her continually replayed in his mind, Lurtz didn’t want to share her. Not with the others and definitely not with that man. He wanted her. He wanted to keep her close, to make her groan like that.

He gathered up his sword and the dead chicken, now not so fresh, and headed back to the ravine. Lurtz would not tell the others, he would keep this a secret, he could sneak off later and claim her. For now he must be quiet. So engrossed in his thoughts, Lurtz missed the blonde woman turn toward the forest, straining to distinguish the shadow in the dark.

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Lurtz approached the ravine surprised to see that the rest of the group had already awoken and were fighting over freshly caught baby rabbits.

“Lurtz!” called his captain, who was gorging himself on the mother rabbit. “Your report,” he mumbled through a mouthful of meat.

Lurtz paused for a moment, struggling between the report that his stomach had to tell, and the one that the clenched place deep in his chest had to tell. “…Nothing, there was nothing.”

The captain didn’t even look up from his meal but waved his hand, signaling that he understood and he was done with Lurtz’s services. Lurtz strolled away wanting to find some sleep before they would have to move again. He flopped down next to a tree when Bizt’l interrupted his plan for sleep.

“What’s that?”

Lurtz opened his eyes and spat at the other Uruk-hai hoping that would be enough to send it crawling away.

Back bent over itself, long hooked nose with pale grey skin, he hated their type. Sarumon had tried breeding elves with orcs but this was the result. They were not noble looking like him, those who had been sired by men. Sarumon had thought by using elves the result would be more lithe and smarter. Instead they were weak and thin, unable to stand straight, and though they were a good shot with a bow, they were narcissistic and took every opportunity to find an excuse to feed their face not that it helped them to bulk up.

“What’s what?” Lurtz asked annoyed that it was still there. It’s name was Bizt’l and at three and more annoying than most adolecent one year olds. Lurtz slowly stood up taking time and effort to rip every muscle and to puff out his chest in the most domineering adittude that he could.

As headstrong as ever Bizt’l cocked his head to the side and suddenly ducked his head to be level with Lurtz waist. “That,” he pointed out, “that’s a chicken.”

The yelling and grunts of the camp quieted immediately. Orcs were stupid creatures who often could not fit a peg into it’s own hole. However Uruk-hai were different, they were much smarter than their relative, and much smarter than many other peoples gave them credit for. Eyes slowly turned toward the eldest member of their band, as if the slow moment would attract the least attention of the conclusion they had come to. Lurtz shifted his stance so it was wider as sweat began to form on the palms of his hands.

The clan had made the connection. Chickens were domestic; a domestic chicken meant that there were people around. With people around that meant one thing.

Fresh meat.

And not only fresh meat, human meat.

The captain threw what was left of the rabbit carcass to the side, and jumped up from his oh so commanding spot on the log on one side of the camp. He strode over to Lurtz, grabbing him around the neck and pushing him into the tree Lurtz had been resting against. Grabbing a hold of the hand with the chicken his captain wrestled Lurtz’s arm up so that it exposed the dead chicken in his hand for the rest of the camp to see. The camp grew even quieter, as they started to shift impatiently.

“This is a chicken.” The captain said simply. Lurtz struggled against the grasp around his neck. He knew what would happen next. “When did our old man become so senile?” the captain asked. Lurtz struggled again, his mind racing for what he should say next.

“I didn’t think it was important.” Lurtz tried to fib; he didn’t report it because he had forgotten he still had it. If he had remembered he would have had hidden it, or at least eaten it.

The captain let Lurtz go and he stumbled away from the tree. The captain glared up at Lurtz as he was the not only the oldest of the group, but also the tallest. It seemed like he was trying to get something out of him, Lurtz hoped he would get nothing. Reaching up the captain grabbed him by his black dreads and shoved him towards the way that Lurtz had just come.

“You better hope that memory of yours doesn’t fail you now, show us were you found it.” The captain smirked, the group behind him roared in agreement. Lurtz looked around the encampment nodding his head, though inside he felt a sense of panic begin to rise.

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The starlight struggled to make its way down through the leaves and onto the forest floor. What amount that was able to get through however was wasted on fifty dark figures standing around a fallen tree, bickering amongst themselves. The group was divided; the darker ones standing off to one side disinterested in the talking, and the paler gray ones were encircled around two of the darker ones listening intently at the general chaos.

“Are you sure this is where you found the chicken?” the captain of the band asked the tallest of the Uruk-hai.

“Of course I’m sure.” Lurtz growled back at the shorter Uruk-hai. He was lying of course. He had found the chicken almost 60 strides to the northwest but there would have been too close to her. The captain gave Lurtz a piercing glare waiting to see if the older Uruk-hai would break. Nothing, he shoved past his brother and through the throng of his paler cousins before he let out a fearsome roar unsheathing his sword. “

The rest of the Uruk-hai roared and started to gather together into ranks. Turning Lurtz came face to face with Bizt’t.

“I know what you are up to, and I’ll tell you this. It won’t work.” Bizt’l grey face spread into a hideous smirk, he turned sharply his long white ponytail slapping Lurtz on the arm. The other grey Uruk-hai that were still around him chuckled to themselves then jostled him about as they moved past him. Lurtz growled and shook his dreadlocks as if it would get ride of the feeling of the other’s hair on him, they didn’t know what they were dealing with. He took a step forward to follow the rest of the group when suddenly for the briefest moment the wind changed

Lurtz had chosen the spot because it left her cabin down wind from them. He had thought that, as the strong wind had remained constant so far that there wouldn’t be any danger for what had just happen. The band stopped, the change immediate. Any other creature would have not noticed the change, but it was different for them. The mixture of the air was different, it was tempting. The captain glared at Lurtz for a second before letting out a roar of triumph swinging his sword in the direction of the smell.

“Human is on the menu boys.” With that the band took off running towards the smell.

Fear, much greater than if a thousand elfish archers were taking aim at him, gripped Lurtz. He took off sprinting to where he knew the cabin was; he would protect her.

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The Uruk-hai quickly crossed the distance between them and the cabin. Lurtz was the second to arrive behind Bizt’l and his stomach dropped with what he saw. Her and her family was standing at the doorway looking out into the darkness; he took a step forward hoping that the action would somehow warn her of the impending danger and to hide. It didn’t help. She, holding the abilities of her people, saw him and a bloodcurdling shriek came from her lips and she protectively wrapped her arms around the children. The action angered him, she should have not been afraid of him! He was here to help her. Hearing the shriek, the rest of the hoard stealthily moved into the small clearing. Lurtz heard a few chuckles pass through his comrades as they took in the situation.

It would be an easy meal.

They started forward but Lurtz was ahead of them. With long strides he was at the door, he pushed aside the man who stood with a shovel in a futile attempt to protect his family. Inside the small one room cabin he looked around frantically for her. She was in the corner the two children behind her, it was almost noble her attempt to protect the young ones. It was futile, she could not protect them; but he could protect her. Yanking her away from the corner he slammed her into the wall next to it. Taking in her scent, Lurtz could barely control himself. However his personal nirvana only lasted so long.

The higher members of the horde burst through the door filling in for the best of the hunt. Lurtz could hear screaming from the man as he heard the rest of his comrades began to devour him. She let out a whimper of horror.

“One little piggy, two little piggies. So two little piggies a sow, what better treat to get?” Bizt’l laughed as he sized up the children still whimpering in the corner. Lurtz turned and pressed her into the wall with his back and growled at the others.

“What, you want her?” Bizt’l asked sarcastically fiddling with his nose ring. Lurtz just growled again. “Yeah right like we would let you have all the fun-“

“Enough,” the captain cut in, “you found this place, you can have her.” He stated calmly, though his eyes were focused on the small girl in the corner. Lurtz felt relief as well as a heat wash over him at the captain’s words. He smirked at Bizt’l then he looked back at her, trying to tell her with his eyes that he would protect her. Not that it did any good. She was only focused on the children, and she began to scream when the captain and Bizt’l dragged them outside to enjoy.

A fire filled Lurtz, how dare she ignore him. After all he had done for her, to protect her, she now only cared about the children. As she tried to struggle and follow after the captain and her children, he slammed her again against the wall. He pressed his hips against her slowly rolling them. She whimpered and for the first time her eyes met his. Lurtz chuckled, so now she understood. He leaned down and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. He tried to deepen it but as soon as he snaked his tongue inside her cavern she bit down hard. Lurtz roared as he pulled back in pain, but oh, how much more entertaining she was now.

Grabbing the top of her bodice he tore the front of her dress away from her body. He grinned as the sight of her naked body met him. Lurtz wanted nothing more but to spend entreaty looking at her but now wasn’t the time. He grabbed her thighs and lifted them up until he was snug between her hips. Instead of the moan that he had longed to hear she began to cry, pushing against his chest as if to get away.

“Stop.” He commanded. He only wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. She continued to struggle.

“Stop, I said!” He growled, switching to the Black Speech in his anger.

“No, let me go! Arron, Rhiann!” She cried her arm reaching for the door as if the action would call her children to her.

Again, the woman’s preoccupation with these children. He backhanded her hard across the face, silencing her. Grabbing her wrists he pulled them above her head securing them with one hand. Balancing her weight between the wall and his leg he reached down with his free hand and fumbled to take out his engorged manhood. He looked again to her face, only to see that her eyes were focused on the doorway behind him. He growled and with a sudden thrust he was inside of her.

Lurtz heard her gasp whether in pleasure, or pain; it didn’t matter to him now. To have her so close, to smell her, to be inside of her, it overwhelmed his senses with lust. He thrust in hard and fast savoring the situation. He heard her breath hitch for a moment and the walls of herself begin to grow moist. He grunted kissing her neck as he felt his balls beginning to tighten. He threw his head back and with a roar he came.

Breathing hard he rested his forehead against hers, marveling in the opportunity that just happened. As he controlled his breathing he looked at her perfect face. Her face was blank, lifeless, tilted over to one side. He slipped out of her and threw her over into the corner, disgusted. After all that and she still didn’t understand!? Lurtz punched the wall in frustration.

“Well, well, my turn I guess.” Came a sickly voice from the doorway.

Lurtz turned quickly to see the disgusting blood covered face of Bizt’l. Lurtz strode forward not caring that he was still hanging out.

“No, she is mine, the captain said she was mine.”

“No,” the captain strolled up behind the hunched Uruk-hai, “I meant that you could have honors to have her first. You have to allow us to have just as much fun as you.”

Lurtz let out a guttural roar stepping in to block the doorway. “No.”

“How dare you-“ the captain started only to be broken by a deep sound of trumpets. The small horde recognized it as the war trumpets of Sarumon. They were close by, anticipation rushed through their veins. War was their culture, nature, and purpose. The Uruk-hai looked to their captain restless to join their own kind.

“Gather we go to war!” the captain yelled, forgetting the issue of the broken woman in the corner of the cabin. The Uruk-hai stood from the carcasses letting out a roar from deep in their lungs allowing the sound to catch on their throats as it made it's journey out. It was a sound from the beginning,instictive of all fighting Uruk-hai, Mordor Orc, and Goblin man alike; the sound of excitement and of deep pride for their race. The grey Uruk-hai with Bizt’l leading the way, were the first to take off running into the forest. The rest followed with just as much exuberance. Lurtz looked around the small clearing. It had changed; the green grass was soaked red with blood. The barn was ransacked and the half eaten carcasses of cows and chickens were littered around it. The man that he had once been her husband was now torn limb from limb, the flesh eaten off from the bones. The children, her children, there was not much left of them but bloody bones and inners strewn over their faces frozen in pain and fear. Lurtz turned back to look into the cabin, he wanted to see her again. To see her beautiful face; it was there but much closer than he thought it would be. He felt a sharp pain run through his gut. He watched her face slowly change from such hatred that caused wrinkles to form in her forehead; to shock that paled her face and the sweat of her face to stand out. She let go of the sword hilt in her hands but it didn’t drop.

Strange, Lurtz looked down and saw that the hilt that was in her hands was connected to a sword now sticking out of his gut. He was confused. His breathing labored he looked up at her beautiful face, confusion etched on his face. Why was she doing this?

Lurtz staggered forward, finding it surprisingly difficult to walk. Reaching out he touched the side of her face gently. She flinched away but he followed her again touching her. How could such a beautiful creature do something like this? Her shocking blue eyes met her again for the second time that night. Lurtz willed his mouth to move but he struggled. Those blue eyes grew confused, unsure of the actions that she had just done.

He again willed himself to speak with better results,

“I- I…” he gasped as his breath shorted. She took a step back in shock. Lurtz tried to follow her again but fell forward onto his knees. His hand came up again though this time grabbing her hand.

“I-I…” he began again, regretful that he could not look at her, he struggled to finish what he was about to say. But now, he was just so tired, he took in a painful breath.

“I-I….l-love.---“ blood weld up into his throat cutting him off. He choked and fell forward. Lurtz moved his lips but it was in vain. His words were lost as darkness filled his vision.

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Again this chapter is meant to get your understanding for future characters, it is not the average of where most of the chapter of the story will go.

Please review and tell me what you think….

BTW

If there is any question of how breeding of orcs come about I know it is kinda unclear but I took it as an article in Wikipedia about Orcs. I mixed the aspects of one theory how orcs were created by Morgoth (using earth and slim). And later as you will see that of the more traditional way as in the Silmarillion it says that Orcs “breed after the manner of Elves and Men.” I hope that helps somewhat and ya can ask me questions about it if it is still unclear.