Character: Ozbag the Orc (OC)
Disclaimer: Tolkien constructed Middle-earth from mighty oaks – Kortirion built a drabble out of matchsticks.
Ozbag ignored the grumbling and continued shaking the leather cup... He needed fives... not Dead Eyes, he mumbled, not Dead Eyes!
The dice landed... five and blank... Grakk! Not enough for the chain, but maybe the belt...
“Ere, you misfits. Everything goes to His Lordship!”
“Sez ‘Imself, rat-arse!”
The guards grumbled and shifted... prisoner’s clothes were theirs – it was traditional!
Punches were thrown... daggers... then axes... Ozbag shifted quietly aside, mindful of the loot taken off the hairy-footed little runt...
Suddenly – a ringing yell... a huge shadow thrown up the wall by... a giant elf!
Ozbag legged it.