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priscaTitle: Orcs
Character: Samwise Gamgee
Prompt: fandom rush / orcs
Words: 261
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Orcs. So many of them had lost their lives today. There had been no other way. They were creatures of the evil; they followed the words of the Dark Lord without hesitation. To find Frodo, to kill him, to take the ring and bring it back to Mordor was their only goal. Sam didn't know all about the ring's power, but what he had seen so far was enough. In the hands of Sauron, it would bring perdition, pain, and death all over the world, and everything good would be lost.
Sam would do everything to help Frodo finish his dangerous task. Nevertheless, he couldn't find sleep tonight. While plunging his sword into an orc's foul-smelling body, he saw something shining in his eyes for a split second. Fear. Sorrow. Understanding. And he had to think about Gandalf's words again.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. For the first time, Sam started to understand. It wasn't always like it seemed to be. Sometimes the good was not good through and through, and the evil not evil through and through. Maybe even orcs were more than just merciless puppets in the hand of Sauron. Maybe deep inside they could feel something like compassion and love. Maybe they were just victims of a cruel faith they weren't able to escape.
Sighing, Sam threw off the blanket and got up. Went over to Merry, who was keeping watch. „Go, find some sleep,“ he said, dropping down on a flat stone beside the campfire. „I will take over your shift.“
Character: Samwise Gamgee
Prompt: fandom rush / orcs
Words: 261
:::
Orcs. So many of them had lost their lives today. There had been no other way. They were creatures of the evil; they followed the words of the Dark Lord without hesitation. To find Frodo, to kill him, to take the ring and bring it back to Mordor was their only goal. Sam didn't know all about the ring's power, but what he had seen so far was enough. In the hands of Sauron, it would bring perdition, pain, and death all over the world, and everything good would be lost.
Sam would do everything to help Frodo finish his dangerous task. Nevertheless, he couldn't find sleep tonight. While plunging his sword into an orc's foul-smelling body, he saw something shining in his eyes for a split second. Fear. Sorrow. Understanding. And he had to think about Gandalf's words again.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. For the first time, Sam started to understand. It wasn't always like it seemed to be. Sometimes the good was not good through and through, and the evil not evil through and through. Maybe even orcs were more than just merciless puppets in the hand of Sauron. Maybe deep inside they could feel something like compassion and love. Maybe they were just victims of a cruel faith they weren't able to escape.
Sighing, Sam threw off the blanket and got up. Went over to Merry, who was keeping watch. „Go, find some sleep,“ he said, dropping down on a flat stone beside the campfire. „I will take over your shift.“