The Battle Between Evil And Good. [Part 1]

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The Two Kings

 

Long ago there were two fiersome leaders: Grom'la king of Uruks, he was strong and mighty he had tattoos stained all over his greyish body. He had teeth like razors and finger nails as sharp as daggers. His hair was long and thin it was an oily black colour. He was known for his bravery in a battle between the Dwarves back then he was just a grunt. A worthless orc who had no meaning but after years of waiting to be on the throne he was crowned king. His weapon is a long scythe that could gut anything in one simple strike the blade was enchanted by a wizard to make whomever was hit and didn't die they'd suffer a long and painful death. 

 

However there was a more...reasonable king he was king of Dwarves. He was taller than most being an outstanding 6ft. He had a long silky black beard braced with gold. He wore his crown made of pure gold and other minerals such as small traces of diamond. His body figure was thick with muscle other races saw him as fat and greedy but all Dwarves knew he was big boned. His hand was the size of a big mug used to pour ale into a glass. You couldn't see his face too much because of his thick beard, his eyes were light blue and he had small pimples on his forehead. 

His hair was thick and greasy it wasn't in any sort of style it looked tangled and in a mess. It dangled down to his spine and his powerful weapon was a mighty battleaxe. It was far too big for him, but he had no trouble swinging it. It was given to him by his father: Isengar. The king of Dwarves was called: Aibine Irongut. 

 

The Kingdom of Dwarves

 

It was 1202 The Deep Cold "Sire our food is Scarce, we can't grow anymore crops because the winter is preventing us" The servant said with a worried look in his eyes. 

The king got up from his throne stumbling forward he cleared his throat and began to speak "Send 15 guards to the north. We need food from our fellow Dwarves" he said sitting back into his chair coughing a few more times. 

 

"North?" he questioned "But that's Forest dwarves. We don't keep in touch with foresters anymore!" The servant snarled. 

The king stomped his battle axe onto the hard wooden floor making a loud thump echo through the building. "YOU WILL DO AS I SAY OR I WILL HAVE YOU BANISHED FROM THIS KINGDOM!"  The king began coughing uncontrollably. "Y..Yes sire" the servant hid his face with his hands and walked out at a fast pace."

 

"I never get any peace from that man" Aibine grumbled resting his head onto his hand. The Kingdom was gloomy with a misty and eery atmosphere to it. The sky was always gray only thin rays of sunlight got through the thick grey clouds. The population was 321 people. Fisherman were never getting enough fish to keep the city happy. The King was losing fans by the day "Why hasn't he done anything?" people say. 

 

The Orc Village

 

"Throm'ka Grom'la" A dwarf grunt muttured. "Mi haz meshage, throm Shara" the grunt said grinding his teeth it seems to be holding a letter covered in slobber and green goop. "Readsh itsh" Grom'la snapped showing his long fangs. The letter reads:

 

Dear King of Elves: Falin'La 

 

We have heard rumours from the south about Mountain Dwarves being low on food. We know you are not too keen on Aibine but we must not let his people suffer. Shall we do him a favour by giving them food? 

Yours Sincerely Aragorn

 

 

Blood splatters the letter "Mi killz meshenger!" the grunt grumbled "Mi chewsh hiz bonez 'nd breaksh hiz legsh." 

Grom'la didn't pay attention to the grunt "Wi planz a bubhosh strigz on Gazat. Shend wordz tu otherz 'nd getsh rady fer strigz!" Grom'la snorted and spat his flem onto the tent floor. The other Orc nodded giggling scampering out the tent to tell the others. 

 

 

Word from Forest Dwarves

 

 

Two weeks had passed and the king Aibine finally got word from the forest dwarves. A Guard who had went handed him a letter and marched off back to his position. The castle gates slammed shut as he walked out, the kings servant stood next to him leaning over slightly to look at the letter.

 

Dear Aibine

 

We are refusing to give you any of our precious forest fruit because in the previous years you have turned us down. When the Uruks burned our forest down and we had nowhere to go you rejected us claiming you didn't have anywhere for us to stay.

However we will reward you one thing and that is this====> (A seed was placed next to the arrow tied around the letter with a thin piece of string.)

This is the seed of an apple tree plant it and in years to come you will have apples blooming over your kingdom, good luck and farewell.

 

From Rimli

 

 

 

Aibine ripped off the seed and threw it across the room it echoed as it dropped onto the metal floor. He screwed up the letter and ripped off pieces of it. He threw them in the air and they scattered onto the floor the king put his hand over his face and sobbed.

"Our people will die Habrew!" he shouted to the servant.

"No Sire because I made 15 soldiers send word about our situation to the humans. They will arrive in a matter of day" Habrew said proudly.

"Atleast it reduces 15 men from the population of over 300" Aibine chuckled and then coughing clasping his hand tightly over his mouth.

 

 

 

Getting Geared Up 

 

 

The Uruks were getting ready for battle forging and preparing themselves iron and chain armour. They had badly made swords that had a rigid blade. Their helmets were rusty and flimsy a heavy rock could crack the metal easily. 

 

Grom'la stomped out his tent observing his orc's "Yesh...YESH more ZULTZ, O'LIGZ 'ND LIGZ!" he screamed spewing green spit everywhere. Ologs were marching around slowly carrying heavy swords and armour with clubs hanging at their belts. 

 

"LISHEN UPZ!" Grom'la yelled. All the Orc's stopped what they were doing metal clanks onto the ground and all eyes narrow towards the king. "Wi Zstart brudda wenz winterz enz!" all the orc's cheered grunts and grumbles could be heard in the crowd. Many squeals echoed through the village. The king went back inside his tent and sat in his throne which was a chair made of scraps of metal, halfling bones and many more unknown objects. He gripped his scythe tight excited for the war about to commence on the Dwarves.

 

 

The Kings Greed

 

 

 

It has been two whole weeks and there has been no word from the Humans. Maybe the soldiers were ambushed? Aibine was scared. "Hmm" Aibine said scratching his chin through his beard. "I know an idea Sire but you may not like it" he stammered. 

Albine clicked his fingers "Carry on"

His servant took a deep breath before saying it "Well I was thinkin' we could trade som' of yer golden goods in the cellar and trade them for food!" he exclaimed.

 

"NAE. You shall not touch me precious gold!" he shouted his voice boomed over the castle walls. 

"It was just 'n idea sire!" he said timidly.

"Yer idea was nonsense. We aren't sellin' me gold lad" The king rose from his chair and stormed out of the room. 

He opened a thick door leading into a cellar it was giant the place was filled with gold and silver everywhere you looked was shiny gold. Chests full. Buckets full. Rooms full of gold. 

He knelt down looking up at the pile of gold coins and trophies and chains grasping a handful and kissing it.

Tears dripped down his cheeks and onto the floor "I wont sell you...I love ye. Yer me little babies!" 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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