Chapter 12: Chapter 11 (r-18)
My hands kept roaming her smooth skin, her back arched noticeably. Pressing her hips upwards. I took the opportunity and wrapped my arms around her lower torso. Cupping her fine ass before standing up with her in my arms. She grabbed onto my shoulders and tried to wrap her tongue around mine but I wouldn't let her gain dominance there.
Her pussy lips rubbed up against the top of my groin area leaving a wet mark. She stopped holding onto my shoulders.
A sting-like pain went through my chest, and one of my Uruk-kái died. Another and another, it must be an attack.
"I'm sorry, but I have to make my leave; I will be back," I spoke calmly, much to her dismay.
It seemed like my form had too much of an effect, "you get back here right now!" It seemed like she might rape me if she had the chance.
I grabbed my cloak and spun it around me. My armor appeared on me, my golden crown catching in the reflection of her eye.
She was lifted off her speech instantly. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." I gave her a look of forgiveness before teleporting to the Game of Thrones realm and then to the front gate of Lonpak.
The battle instantly noticed the carnage; I could feel each one of their souls leaving this realm. The smell of tinted blood entered the air.
An Uruk ran up to me and knelt "My lord, we are under attack, the elves!!" I then replied in the black speech, "Vicavorausan or deeavvh!!" I grabbed a blade and held it to his terrified face. I sliced the right side of his face.
I pulled down my face mask. It made a clinking as it locked into place. It would be best to find weaknesses. It only makes sense because they probably think I'm weak and decrepit.
A medium-sized league of Uruk-kái marched onto the wall in perfect order before grabbing crossbows and manning the war machines. They opened the gate for a larger league passing by me to get onto the ground.
I yelled commands at the troop of Uruk-kái, "Drepá gith ro avhém, no mercausan." We charged through the gate. The gears opening the gate creaked and clacked.
"Vicavorausan or deaavh!!!!!" My scream echoed through the gateway. "ukkein formaavion!! No quarter!!!" It's not like they would give quarter anyway. Horns echoed some sounded of hope and peace and others of war and death.
The chaffing and clanking of Uruk-kái heavy amour filled the air as they ran past me into a crescent formation as I ordered. They were pressed against the moat, their shields were attached to their arm amour.
They made a tight shield wall in a crescent formation. I took a moment to assess the enemy. They were breaking down the outer defense gate. Their warriors were scaling the mud walls with ease. They cleave heads off of the Uruk-kái at the outer walls. Gracefully dodging crossbow bolts, but still, they were slowly getting picked off by bolts.
They kept coming, I waited for the reaming Uruk-kái on the outer wall to die. I heard a great splinter and the outer gate broke. Good enough.
"Charge!!" A great mass of orc flesh and metal rushed toward the elves who broke down the gate. We caught them off guard, but they charged with the ram without fear.
Respectable.
More Uruk-kái poured from the front gate; they formed the same crescent before going up with my ranks.
I could smell the eleven blood and so could my Uruks. They snarled like animals, howling like monkeys. I shoved my way through the formation and ripped off the arm of an elf.
I put it up the grate outside of my face mask, and steaming hot smoke blew out from my mouth. I smoked the arm while the elf screamed in pain and terror. I threw the arm into the crowd of metal and flesh.
They devoured it, throwing out bits, crushed the bones, and munched tendons in their strong jaws.
We were pushing the elves back, we outnumbered them ten to one but they still held strong. These must be veterans; These Uruk-kái are tough, heavily armored, and extremely blood lusted.
I grabbed a Uruk-kái from right next to me and threw him like a football toward an archer elf at the top of the hill. The Uruk-kái went pike first.
Impaling the elf, the Uruk-kái stopped on the pike and spun around on it. He pulled out a short sword and stabbed another Elven archer in the back.
More reinforcements made it, we now outnumbered them 20 to 1. We pushed them back; they retreated, firing shots behind them. I stomped up to the top of the hill and looked at the army. Good thing I didn't let my men pursue it.
10000 elves stood in tight formation, my neglect of this world had it's consequences. An Elf rode a big moose through the elven ranks. I stared him down from the top of the hill. It was Thranduil the arrogant.
I broke into his mind, making sure he didn't notice. Checking out his memories I found many of his wife. She was a dazzling sight to behold
I slid down the grassy hill jumping over the spikes. I walked calmly over to Thranduil staring up at him. He rode his steed around to the side so he could face me.
"Jiak wauk fuckaumn mausan wife. Shall jiak fuck youruk avo" I spoke in the black speech, frightening him. "Ceri- ú- ped- na nin with tuin disgusting words" his Sindarin broke into Westorn, his rage overpowered his words. He circled around me on his moose, holding his blade the the amour around my neck.
"Tul- hen!" These words confused the woodland king. "Bring her? What filth do you speak now!"
Some magic flowed from my foot along the ground to behind the walls. Two Uruk-kái brought forth a lady elf. Thranduil gasped for air. It was his wife, bound and chained with dirty wounds all over.
His blade released its grip on my throat; he rode over to her, picking her up. He rode back to his front lines, he hopped off in a dazed state.
She gracefully hopped off as well. He hugged her and said, "I thought you were dead." "But I am dead..." she spoke calmly. "Huh??" He examined her. His face turned into horror as she turned into a black, tar-like puddle.
It flowed unnaturally until it crawled up my boot. "Scum!!! I'm going to kill you." he did a running jump onto his moose before whipping the reigns.
"Let us not be so hasty." A very bright light blinded me, and it slowly reduced to the figure of a woman, blonde, tall, and wearing a white hood. She slowly pulled down the hood to reveal her defined features.
Thranduil pulled back his mount. "Uh...Lady Galadriel, I am sorry for my impedance"
"All is forgiven" she spoke calmly, then she looked at me her face turned angry "Cín brothers screams help nin glenn- na sleep at dú"
She somehow kept her cool "Your childish insults will not sully me"
"It seems to me that this parley is over; let me give some parting words: demons of the ancient world awake, their whips a deadly dance, Shields crumple, heroes fall, a world's final chance." I'm rather good at making up poems on the spot.
"Elegant words wasted on a filthy mouth" she spoke with a smile and joyous look on her face. "Things are hiding in the place you least expect"
We both walked back to our forts. "I need to visit Moria" I spoke to a legion commander.
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