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 three drabbles.
Divers Shapes and Kinds
The silence had gone on too long. “Hey, Curly,” he said. “Go check out back.”
He didn’t wait for Curly’s footsteps to fade. “There were others, ’course. Dark fiery spirits with burning whips. Wolves bigger’n Orcs, and not all beasts all of the time. Things like bats, but a thousand times bigger, with claws and teeth. Patrolling the Deeps and the Pits and Up Above, minding His business, holding our chains. His knives. Our makers. And here’s the thing.”
“When the end came, not all of ’em fell. Some ran. They’re still here in the Deeps with us.”