The valley of Nan Wathren was boiling from the high temperature, the pale orcs and goblins of the camps were hungry and frustrated due to the lack of supplies coming to them. A cloud of dust had risen in the middle of the camp and loud voices and snarls could be heard even as far as the commander’s spot. The orcs were shouting and ready to fight each other, about what they should do, their weapons were ready to be drawn and their yellow teeth were revealed by the threatening expressions on their faces.
Half of them were orcs, a little more disciplined than the goblins, but starvation made them angry and they had already started thinking of raiding any small settlement or a farm around Nan Wathren. They knew that the hills and trees around would conceal their presence until it was too late, and when they’d be done no one would know what hit them. “”Let’s raid a farm!” shouted a goblin, expressing the majority’s opinion, making them growl in agreement. “Why don’t we just eat the goblins?” said an orc and grinned, patting his sword, the rest of the orcs laughed but the goblin that spoke first talked back, his response made the other goblins draw their swords. “Why don’t you try then?”
Just as the orcs put their hands on their hilts the commander’s voice was heard, it was a goblin, taller than most, but still shorter than the orcs. “What is all this about?” he asked looking around at everyone, the goblins lowered their weapons and gazes and the orcs stood firm. “Those bastards in Dol Dinen haven’t sent supplies for days now, we’re starving, we have to go and hunt fresh meat.” Said one of that was still calm. “We stay here until the Dwarves send the armour to Angmar, we must keep the men from suspecting anything or provoke them.” Said the commander and turned around, adding “We wait.”
After making two or three steps the others started disputing again, making him turned around to face them once more and growled “Get back to your posts, we have to keep the siege engines manned at all times.” But no one stirred at his command; the goblins snarled in response and narrowed their eyes, the orcs simply stood unmoved. “Are you deaf pigs?” shouted the commander and looked about, straightly at each one’s eyes. Many voices were heard from all around, coward, letting his soldiers starve, bastard, and even he’s right came from someone who make sure not to be seen by anyone. The commander remained there, facing them, curling his lip to reveal his rotten teeth and then growled between them “I will send a message to Dol Dinen.” And turned to leave.
He managed to take five steps exactly when a voice was heard from behind and above “We don’t need them.” And the commander fell dead from an arrow to his back. “The coward is dead!” shouted a goblin, raising his greataxe that was double his size, in the air. “Now we attack…” said an orc and took his sword out of its sheathe. “To Trestlebridge!” said some voices together and the angry orcs started running towards the Western Pass…
