Characters: A handful of Orcs in the ruins of Utumno during Melkor's captivity.
Warnings: Some uncomfortable imagery.
Disclaimer: I am not J.R.R. Tolkien and I make nothing from this but my own entertainment.
A/N: Catching up, one drabble at a time. Following on from these drabbles.
Deep in Their Dark Hearts
“Hungry?” Vigorous nods from his scrawny audience. “Weren’t no hunger then. There was meat for the taking. ’Course, you had to take it. Had to wrench it from the bone, still on its owner, often enough. Still yelling, still fighting, ’cause only the strong survive. Orcish condition, that is. Down in the Deeps where the Master made us, weren’t no cold, no quiet, no stars...”
He sat back. Darkness pooled beyond the flickering fire. Far overhead, starlight leaked through a frozen crack in the vault. All was still.
“Ain’t none of that now,” he said. “He’s gone. The Deeps’re ours.”