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s-u-w-i · 21 days
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Another seven 🌼 The handsome guys never quite turn out the way I want, it's so much easier to draw orcs and creatures... More characters here and here!
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gnomescarfcomics · 2 months
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Middle-earth shots of the week
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wormedeye · 2 months
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trying to get back to drawing while rewatching lotr behind the scenes for the millionth time
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269-million · 3 months
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Lugdush: Lemme get this straight. [Gestures to Merry and Pippin, tied up and looking on warily] We have to somehow get these Halflings -
Ugluk: Yeah.
Lugdush: From here, back to Isengard?
Ugluk: That's the conundrum.
Lugdush: Whoa.
Ugluk: Yeah, internationally...
Lugdush: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa. Slow down, Einstein.
Ugluk: The way I understand it-
Lugdush: Right.
Ugluk: These Halflings have to go from here...
Lugdush: Right.
Ugluk: ...To Isengard...
Lugdush: Absolutely.
Ugluk: [Stretches in frustration] These Halflings are driving me nuts.
Lugdush: [Pulls up a PowerPoint and points to certain points on said PowerPoint...] Okay. Alright, so we diagrammed it, we've got this part clear. We've got this part clear -
Ugluk: Yes.
Lugdush: This is the only fuzzy part -
Ugluk: The middle.
Lugdush: So we're working on the fuzzy middle.
Ugluk: Yeah.
Lugdush: Okay. [Quiet for a moment.] Explain the problem to me again?
Ugluk: [Leans in, motioning to Merry and Pippin] We have to get these Halflings -
Grishnakh: [Comes in, motioning to Merry and Pippin as well] Hey, do you guys know how to get these to Mordor?
[Ugluk and Lugdush sigh and lean over. Cue FedEx announcing that it doesn't have to be this hard.]
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shadowofwar-goober · 8 months
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Why Lads Are Sent To Lithlad (Ûshak The Ringmaster and OC Fic)
I thought of this first when someone (you know who you are😉 ) was in desperate need of more Ûshak! And how could I not show off my healer OC at the same time?! Plus there's the interesting look at Lithlad in general and exactally what kind of uruk gets sent to the desert when there's so much work to be done everywhere else (especially during the siege of Minas Ithil!)
It was supposed to be a punishment. Nothing ever happened in Lithlad. Nothing exciting by Mordor’s standards, anyway. The land is harsh, the wildlife is vicious, and the biggest danger in that place was the boredom that was sure to consume any uruk that was unlucky enough to piss off that captain one too many times, resulting in their posting being moved to the most barren and boring place in all of Mordor. 
Every uruk had that kind of captain. They all knew the one. The one that always had a stick up his ass. The one that was meticulous only when it suited him and no one else. That one that’s a fucking asshole and who makes it his mission to make everyone else miserable when he’s had a minor annoyance or inconvenience. That one. That one was the one to give Grishnâkh the boot and sent him away from Cirith Ungol before the siege took place. He didn’t take ‘no, go fuck yourself’ very well and while it is frowned upon to kill healers he certainly could send him off to somewhere that was sure to kill him one way or another. 
Unfortunately for him, Grishnâkh couldn’t give less of a damn and moved post all while keeping his attitude the exact same as it was before he got himself kicked out for ‘insubordination’. It was enough to make him roll his eyes as he threw his kit together as he cleared out the healer’s tent. If they thought he’d leave his stuff behind so they wouldn’t have to request more they had another thing coming. Grishnâkh would be damned if he left anything behind for them but even his bitter self couldn’t take it all. The lads there weren’t so bright and always getting bitten or something else so he left a little behind for their sake. 
But nothing more. 
Lithlad is the place you send your fuck ups to. Doesn’t matter how or to what degree they’ve fucked up, if you don’t want to deal with them, you ship them to the desert. Soon or later they will be taken care of, whether it be by the land or the wildlife or by each other. Uruks were already vicious but when they are bored they become suicidally dangerous. What better way to alleviate boredom than to kill one another or to dare one another to do stupid shrakh? Within the first two days Grishnâkh was totally and utterly bored and it wasn’t as though there wasn’t work to be done. 
Heat stroke, werewyrm encounters, pit fight injuries, injuries from drunken brawls- This is exactly why he hates working for Marauders but it’s not like there’s anything else for him to do. They get hurt doing the stupidest of shrakh and it’s as though by the time he’s patched up the same idiot a few hours earlier yet another comes back and his bandaging hasn’t even become dusty from the dry desert heat yet. Nearly all the uruks at the fort got on Grishnâkh’s last nerve but none of them annoyed him quite like that Warmonger berserker, Ûshak. 
Nothing was ever simple with him. No, this mad bastard seemed determined to piss everyone up the chain of command off, right up to the Overlord, himself. Normally, Grishnâkh couldn’t give less of a damn. He, himself, would get just as annoyed as everyone else every now and then, but for some reason it was… different with the Ringmaster. 
He couldn’t give less of a fuck even if he tried, Grishnâkh thought. Releasing a drake in the fort was by far the stupidest thing the healer has ever seen, and he’s certainly seen some pretty dumb things that other uruks and ologs have done. Even when covered with burns from drakefire and cuts and scrapes from the beast’s ragged talons and scales, Ûshak just laughed as he was banished from the fort. Grishnâkh was surprised he wasn’t executed on the spot, but even that piss-head Overlord knew the value that the Ringmaster brought to the dying region of Lithlad. 
There was always a crowd wherever he went, be it his posse or adoring fans. With all the wealth that he stood to gain from being as talented as he was, Grishnâkh was surprised when he, of all uruks, was hired by the likes of him to be a sort of “personal healer” for him and his performing troupe. The Overlord… was pissed but he let Grishnâkh go with a wave of his hand and a grunt. Can’t let the money dry up, he thought to himself. It didn’t really bother Grishnâkh either way. He’s going to get paid for his work and there will be plenty of work to be done as always. 
But that damn Ûshak- 
He’s cocky and proud but he actually listens when his chosen healer reams him out for doing dangerous stunts before his previous show’s injuries had healed. “Yeah, yeah. So you say!” but he doesn’t bitch at him for getting irritated which was a first for the healer. It didn’t seem… right. How could an uruk like him be so… nonchalant when being called a “dumbass pup with not a thought bouncing around that empty head of his”? Ûshak only laughs and shrugs as he sits patiently while Grishnâkh medicates his wounds. 
So many scars on one body… He’s lived a dangerous life yet has managed to scrape by by the skin of his fangs. Watching him perform was like watching something that embodied everything that made an uruk a uruk. 
The spirit of a Warmonger.
The grace of a Dark assassin.
The charm of a Marauder.
The ingenuity of a Machine. 
The Terror’s will to dominate.
The Mystic’s way of touching the souls of other uruks.
The craving of freedom that afflicts the Ferals and the Outlaws… 
He’s far too classy for the Slaughters, Grishnâkh mused. The Ringmaster certainly enjoyed his blood, but he wasn’t a fucking freak like they were. He was more… refined. His slaughter held purpose and grace rather than being done for the sake of blood and guts and the feeling of power over a weaker other. If the challenge wasn’t present Ûshak wasn’t interested and that was something the healer could respect. 
At least he doesn’t puff up and blow smoke up his own ass- 
Many uruks ask the Ringmaster why he’s in Lithlad of all places and never once has he answered their questions in any way. Grishnâkh knew better than to ask and figured the reason might be similar to the reason why he was there in the first place. Though… No, maybe not… Maybe he’s not here for that reason…
Ûshak couldn’t belong anywhere else… He doesn’t fit the status quo, even though he’s quite literally everything any uruk could possibly want. His looks, his talent, his charisma… Ûshak would make a formidable captain in the army, but he desires the exact opposite of what that life demands of him. It would only be a chain around his neck, tightening with each passing moment that restricted his undominable and free spirited nature. It would drive him mad to be so constrained and not in the jolly, attractive way that he currently was. Grishnâkh knew the type well and they were fucking miserable to be around… One of them were the reason why he was here and he couldn’t imagine someone like Ûshak allowing himself to become something like that. 
So he left wherever he was from on his own accord most likely, flitting from place to place until he came upon Lithlad, a place far from the usual drama and politics of Mordor and her armies. Drama was still abundant here, but it was the usual shrakh that uruks get themselves into. Things that Ûshak rather liked and surrounded himself with, always making sure that he was at the center of it all regardless of how it would change the opinions of those around him. As long as he was up on a stage he could make it work in his favour, one way or another. 
It’s not like Grishnâkh could fault the Ringmaster for this. In a way, that boisterous berserker wasn’t so different from himself, a healer that was through with all the dumb shrakh that the army and its captains believed to be the ‘right’ way to do things. Lithlad wasn’t the bad change in scenery that Grishnâkh originally believed it to be. Sure, it has a few hardasses here and there, but overall, this place was filled to capacity with fuck ups and uruks that grew either bored or disillusioned with what Mordor has become over the years. 
No one says it aloud, but deep down, they all know it to be true. They were sent here to die, one way or another. But they didn’t really care anymore. Grishnâkh didn’t care to begin with and Ûshak sought Lithlad out for it being such a closed off and dangerous region. Lithlad could be a lot worse… it could be Ûdun. It could be Gorgoroth. It could be… ugh, Seregost. But it wasn’t. Grishnâkh preferred the heat, anyhow, and it was always fun to laugh at idiots that have nearly died from heat stroke. 
And at least he isn’t so bored anymore. That’s nice too…
@space-arsonist @boozy-dwarf @sinick @dirtymeanuruk @elvenmoans @moonstonevulture
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kurjakani · 1 year
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i love the scene where the orcs, after catching Frodo from Shelobs lair, just start a fight 2gether and beat eachother up bcs of a simple thing. like how often does this happen????
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she-is-amused · 2 years
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I really need all the orcs to die. Quickly. We cannot get through this chapter soon enough.
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Anti-Burzum flyer from Marduk, Abruptum, Dissection etc:
“We do NOT support Cunt Grishnakh or any of his actions, we would rather like to see him DEAD!!! Boycott the traitor, JOIN US!!”
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kmette · 1 year
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Andara (my OC, the half red-elf) and Grishnakh (my friend and DM Nagareboshi’s OC). Grish’ is the bodyguard of the bastard prince, but also his lover ♥
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chaoticlatexknight · 7 months
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ULTRAMagic Alternate Character Rules
Given how there is mature art for UMAE, I am going lay some ground rules.
Rule of Thumb: If I haven't drawn a character and they are not appropriate for mature art, they won't appear here on this blog and I will be not drawing mature art of them... FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.
Rules:
List of Characters:
Some things to note:
These changes are only retroactive to characters on the SFW only list. Unless I SPECIFICALLY ask you to take down art, you are fine.
If a character in my gallery is not listed here, it is most likely a retired character. Please do no draw them until I decide to use them again (my discretion). Note that this mainly applies to older characters. Some characters may not be ready to be placed on the list yet. This applies to newer characters. And I may have missed a character or two (let me know if that is the case)
I will not change my stance on the SFW characters, so don't even bother asking. I also reserve the right to move characters into the SFW category at my discretion.
Unless I specifically asked you take down art made prior to the list, assume you're fine
There is a lot of characters on display here, but just remember the following: This list covers multiple series, many characters are important to other characters, and there is overlap with younger and alternate versions of certain characters
Some of these characters will only ever be mentioned
All characters can be found in their respective folders.
Yes, I am fully aware this can potentially spoil future characters. And YES, I even alphabetized this for easy reading and reference. Also this will be updated as time goes on.
SFW Only characters:
Aoife Crawford/ULTRAMagic Devil
Bethany Briggs
Brendan (child + wolf)
Charles Blackwell Ford
Cynassa (young) (UMAE)
Dark lord Kris
Deadlock/Zas (young)
Dr. Ethan Luminate
Elaine "Ember" Gabriella O'Nessie
Eldritch Frisk
Gabriella Pari
Grendel Bombastus Scarfe
Leonardo Hammond O'Nessie
Orion
Randalph Theoprastus Scarfe
Stolas (young)
Terrus, Toa of Shadow
Trevor
ULTRAMagic Ex
ULTRAMagic Revenant
Will (child)
Zelgo (Pre-reboot)
Verdict: These characters are either too young, not human, are legitimately not into NSFW, or are a unique situation. If I find NSFW art of these characters, I will expect you to take it down ASAP.
Please refrain from NSFW/Mature art of:
Buster Ash
Brendan (adult)
Captain Roger
Cynassa (UMAE)
Ellen the Wayward
Ignatius "Infinity" Daren Ford
Kyu #9
Lucifuge Rofocale (UMAE)
Olivia Briggs
Stolas (UMAE)
ULTRAMagic Walker
Vladislav Velimir Faust
Verdict: I am not saying no, but I'm also not saying yes. Please refrain from drawing NSFW/Mature art of these characters.
NSFW/Mature art wouldn't make sense for:
Abraham Van Helsing (UMAE)
Adrien Irons
Af, Angel of Anger (UMAE)
Antares Briggs
Archangel Raguel (UMAE)
Auda
Baphomet (UMAE)
Barna Schindewolf
Chernobog (UMAE)
Dark Queen Dunja (UMAE)
Desislav Robles
Dr. Adalph Wolfgang Faust
Dragoslava the Indomitable
Empress Eliza-Rex
Englehart Schindewolf
Gilgamesh, King of Uruk (UMAE)
Heinrik Rofocale
Hemah, Angel of Rage (UMAE)
Hermes Trismegistus/Nicolas Flamel (UMAE)
Lady Blood Rose of Grishnakh
Lapsus Spiritus Fausta
Loki (UMAE)
LBRX - HALVAR
Marin Schindewolf
Mercurius II
Monsterlock
Professor Marcel Matheo Germaine
Quetzalcoatl (UMAE)
Set (UMAE)
Sir Odo, Knight of the Unlight
Spiritus Magni Antonia
Spiritus Magni Athena
Spiritus Magni Drusa
Spiritus Magni Octavia
Spiritus Magni Vita
Sun Wukong (UMAE)
Thaddeus
Trumna Wintergate
ULTRAMagic Blood Wraith
ULTRAMagic Boulder
ULTRAMagic Daemon
ULTRAMagic Desperado
ULTRAMagic Disciple
ULTRAMagic Dreadnaught
ULTRAMagic Entropy
ULTRAMagic Frost
ULTRAMagic Hunter
ULTRAMagic Lance
ULTRAMagic Magistrate
ULTRAMagic Master Skull
ULTRAMagic Reaper
ULTRAMagic Thunder
ULTRAMagic Vanguard
ULTRAMagic Ultimatum
Unlight Will
Victor Von Frankenstein (UMAE)
Vlad III Dracula (UMAE)
Weaver Craddock
Will (Red Lantern)
William "Tusk" Willfort/ William Owyn Von Hohenheim
Zal-Rint
Zoltan Tenebre Raphael Dracul
Verdict: NSFW/Mature Art would not make much sense for these characters. Some reasons are as follows:
Some are well beyond carnal desires
Some have no interest in that stuff
Some are evil and are not to be trifled with
Constructs and Robots have no interest
Eliza-Rex has no time for that nonsense
Some characters are emotionally unstable
TL;DR You better have a GOOD REASON for why you're drawing this kind of art for these characters.
Characters I'm neutral on:
Abezithibod (UMAE)
Cynassa (Adult) (UMAE)
Dark Queen Dunja (Floralia Alternate)
Durlexxy "Lexxy" Golumms
Farrow
Faustus
Haunt
Mira
Samantha
Spook
Will (Absol/Adult)
Will (Carnage/Adult)
Will (Inque/Adult)
Will (ULTRAMagic Alternate/Adult)
Verdict: I don't mind with these characters, just be mindful of who they are, what they're like, and what setting they come from.
Acceptable NSFW/Mature characters:
Alfonso Devious
Antonio Pari (+ Spiderlock)
Celena
Cheryl Garnier
Deadlock/Zas (Adult)
Dolus & Iocus
Erika Storm
Hel Jessica Ford
Iden Athenon
Lerissa Bloodfang
Marion "Tanya" Elizabeth Devilfay
Maya Athenon
Max (Eloslime)
Morrigan Devilfay
Ms. Phantasm
Ornias of Aquarius (UMAE)
Stark Devious
Turvy-Topsy (Adult)
Valentina Pari
Will (Floralia Alternate/Adult)
Will (Phantasm LLC/Adult)
Will (Gorgon/Adult)
Will (LD/Adult)
Zelgo (Reboot)
Verdict: These characters are acceptable for NSFW/Mature art. They are all adults and appear as adults. They are either my characters or characters I have permission to use. In regards to characters I have permission for, check with the owner regardless before drawing.
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ekitapstore · 1 year
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J.R.R.Tolkien – Yüzüklerin Efendisi Kitap İncelemesi
Kitap İncelemesi
J.R.R.Tolkien Yüzüklerin Efendisi Hikayede adı geçen bazı yaratıklar Orklar , balroglar , shelob, Uruk hai , Ugluk , Grishnakh , iyi mi kötü mü olduğu belli olmayan , yüzük taşıyıcısı Frodo’ yu bir parmağından eden Gollum , ölü insanlar , kartallar v.s. Bazı kitaplar vardır, sana yeni bir dünya yaratır, öyle bir dünyadır ki bu içinde dostluk, nefret, güç savaşı, ihtiras, saf iyilik, aşk vardır ve bu kitap, hayal dünyasına açılan bir kapıdır.
Dünya ikiye bölünmüştür, denir Tolkien‘ın yapıtı söz konusu olduğunda: Yüzüklerin Efendisi‘ni okumuş olanlar ve okuyacak olanlar. 1997 ile birlikte, çok sayıda Türk okur da “okumuş olanlar” safına geçme fırsatı buldu.
Tolkien, Yüzüklerin Efendisi serisini üniversite eğitim gördüğü senelerde yazar. Fakat bu seriden önce kendi çocukları için yazdığı “Hobbit” kitabı vardır. Bu kitap tam olarak Yüzüklerin Efendisi serisinin zemini niteliği taşır. Yüzüğün ortaya çıkışı bu kitapta anlatılır. Hobbit’in devam niteliğinde olan “Yüzüklerin Efendisi” serisi hikâyeyi çok başka bir boyuta ulaştırır ve hâlâ bugün bizleri kendine hayran bırakır.
Dili inanılmaz akıcı ama dolu dolu. Betimlemelerle dolu ama gereksiz bilgi, detay yok. Karakterlerin hepsi çok güzel, olağanüstü varlıklar ama gerçekçiler, aynı bizim gibiler. Mekanlar doğaüstü ama keşke gerçek olsa dediğiniz türden, uçuk ya da saçma değil. Olay örgüsü mantıklı, anlatım süper, dünyası keşfedilmelik. En çok da neyi sevdim biliyor musunuz ? Bana hissettirdiği duyguları ve kurdurduğu hayalleri. Kitabı okumadım; bir maceraya katıldım, dokuz arkadaşım ile birlikte. Okuduğum bu süre içinde Orta Dünya’daydım. Elfler ile birlikte koştum, hobbitler ile birlikte yemek yedim, çok sevgili Aragorn ile cesareti keşfettim.
2001 yılında çekilmeye başlanan Yüzüklerin Efendisi serisi 19 yıl geçmesine rağmen bugünkü çoğu filmi gerek savaş-dövüş sahneleri gerek grafikleri olarak geride bırakır. Filmin karakterleri hemen hemen herkesin unutamayacağı kalitededir ve tüm sevenlerinin kalbinde iz bırakır. Fakat filmini izledim diye kitabını okumayanlara kocaman gülüyorum. Amcanın ömrünü harcadığı koskoca Orta Dünya, bir filme ne kadar sığabilir? Filminde olmayan o kadar çok şey var ki yazmakla buraya sığdıramayız.
Kaynak: https://www.e-kitapstore.com/inceleme/j.r.r.tolkien-yuzuklerin-efendisi
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Nothing to be Done Part 2- Pippin Took x OC
Pippin Took x Camelia Tunnelly
Description: Merry, Pippin and Camelia are saved by an Ent called Treebeard, and once they’re taken to safety the girl has time to reflect on what happened. 
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They ran. Boy, did they run. They ran as fast as their little hobbit feet could carry them into the Fangorn Forest. Camelia refused to look back or let go of Pippin’s hand. Eventually they stopped to catch their breath a few minutes later. Merry all but collapsed, panting heavily. Pippin meanwhile rested his hands on his knees while Camelia leaned against a nearby tree. 
“Did...did we lose them?” The girl questioned between heavy breaths. Pippin looked around for a moment, though he didn’t move from his position. 
“I think so.” Camelia was about to sigh in relief if it hadn’t been for Grishnakh appearing behind the very tree she leaned against holding a sword. 
“I’m gonna rip out your filthy little innards! Come here!” He yelled, attempting to swipe at the girl. She screamed and the three of them sprinted away. They reached a tree shortly after and hid behind it. 
“Trees!” Merry panted. “Climb a tree!” They did as he said, Camelia first, then Pippin and finally Merry. Pippin sat on one of the branches while Camelia put a hand out for Merry. The latter looked around before sighing in relief then stating that the Orc was gone. 
Just a second later the hobbit let out a yelp of surprise as Grishnakh grabbed his leg and yanked him down. Without meaning to, he gripped Camelia’s hand tighter as he fell, effectively bringing her down with him. Grishnakh stood over them menacingly, his blade drawn just inches from their faces. The two of them attempted to kick him off, but to no avail. Faintly, they heard Pippin call their names shortly before he screamed. Both Camelia and Merry’s attention turned from the Orc to their friend as he fell from the tree. The girl’s mouth dropped open as the tree suddenly moved, catching Pippin just before he hit the ground. That’s when she noticed Grishnakh point his sword closer to them, specifically Merry’s stomach. 
“Let’s put a maggot-hole in your bellies,” he taunted, pausing immediately after when he sensed movement behind them. Camelia let out a gasp as the Orc looked up before subsequently being crushed by the tree, who still held Merry in its hand (branches?). 
“Run!” Pippin yelled worriedly. The two attempted to run away, but were also scooped up by the tree. 
“Little Orcs!” The tree exclaimed in a deep voice, which absolutely terrified Camelia. 
“It’s talking, Merry!” Pippin called anxiously. “The tree is talking!” 
“Tree?” The creature repeated, almost as if offended as it began walking away with the three hobbits still in his hands. “I am no tree. I am an Ent.” Camelia’s jaw dropped in awe. 
“A treeherder,” she muttered. “A shepherd of the forest.” 
“Don’t talk to Cami,” Pippin scolded. “Don’t encourage it.” That’s when the Ent spoke up once more. 
“Treebeard, some call me.” 
“And whose side are you on?” Pippin crossed his arms suspiciously, which made his beloved shoot a warning at him, though he ignored it.
“Side?” Treebeard repeated yet again. “I am on nobody’s side because nobody’s on my side, little Orc. Nobody cares for the woods anymore.”
“We’re not Orcs, we’re Hobbits,” Merry cut in. 
“Hobbits? Never heard of them,” Treebeard refuted. “Sounds like Orc mischief to me!” Treebeard refuted as he squeezed the three of them, which made all of them whimper in pain and Camelia gasp breathlessly afterwards. “They come with fire, they come with axes. Gnawing, biting, hacking, burning! Destroyers and usurpers, cuse them!” 
“No, you don’t understand!” Merry exclaimed desperately. “We’re Hobbits...Halflings! Shirefolk!” 
“Yeah,” Camelia added, sounding considerably scared. “Besides, I’m a girl. Have you ever seen a female Orc?” The Ent considered her words carefully, then looked forward. 
“Maybe you are and maybe you aren’t. The White Wizard will know.” When Pippin repeated his words, Merry looked between his friends. 
“Saruman.” Without warning Treebeard dropped the Hobbits, and they all looked up at the White Wizard. It seemed as if the next few minutes went by in a blur. All Camelia could remember was a white figure too bright for her to understand who it was. It wasn’t Saruman for sure, because they told Treebeard that the Hobbits were good, then tasked Treebeard to take them somewhere she couldn’t quite hear. That’s how she ended up on one of the branches close to his arm while Merry and Pippin sat on his “shoulders” as he recited a poem. 
“O Rowen mine
I saw you shine
Upon a summer's day
Upon your head
How golden-red
The crown you bore aloft,” he paused right after Merry yawned, then sighed. “Such a beautiful verse.” Camelia’s eyes grew heavy and a small yawn left her. She faintly heard Merry question how much further their destination was, but she didn’t hear the Ent’s answer as she finally succumbed to her exhaustion, falling asleep then and there. 
Pippin’s eyes slowly fluttered open, only to immediately shut them again as the sunlight hit them. He rolled over so his back faced towards the sun then opened his eyes again, looking around at his surroundings. The first thing he saw was Merry, who still slept peacefully. A small smile appeared on his face, happy that his friend was safe. His eyes then glanced over to where he thought Camelia would be, only to see the space empty. He sat up in a panic as he processed that the girl wasn’t in his immediate line of sight then turned around. 
His panic eased as his eyes landed on Camelia. The girl in question was sitting side saddle next to a small waterfall just a few feet away. A small drinking barrel sat on the other side of her, but she wasn’t focused on it. Her gaze was blank and it stayed on the flowing water. Pippin didn’t have to see her face to know that she was deep in thought. He got up, pulling his cape closer to himself as a small breeze swept through. 
“Cami,” he called quietly as he walked over to her, receiving a hum in response which made his brows furrow in concern. “What’s wrong?” For a moment it was silent, but thankfully he didn’t have to repeat himself. 
“I couldn’t do anything,” she whispered. Pippin didn’t miss the crack in her voice, which only made him more worried. He took a seat  but had no time to say anything before she continued. 
“I could have saved him,” she whispered, sounding like she was about to cry. “When those Uruk-hais soldiers shot Boromir I could have saved him, but I got scared. I froze, and now he’s probably dead. Boromir’s dead because of me,” she broke off with a sob. 
“Camelia, that wasn’t your fault,” Pippin said firmly, his hand coming up to rest on her shoulder. “You wouldn’t have been able to do anything, especially with all those Orcs around. There was nothing to be done that could have saved him.” Camelia shook her head then sniffled as his hand slid down her arm to take her hand in his. It didn’t look like she believed him. 
“Boromir wouldn’t have wanted you to blame yourself,” he pointed out softly, which caught her attention. “He knows that you made a mistake, and everyone makes those. Most importantly, he forgives you.” The girl looked at him as a tear rolled down her cheek. 
“You think so?” She asked quietly. The boy offered her a small smile then wiped the tear away with a small nod. 
“I know so.” She nodded, looking a bit more comforted by the thought. He grinned then held his arms out for her, and she was quick to hug him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then paused. 
“Did you get taller?” Camelia pulled away to look at him confusedly. 
“What?” He stared at her for a minute with furrowed brows then stood up. 
“Here, stand up for a minute,” he instructed, helping her up. His eyes stayed on her, seemingly in thought. She blushed at first, then paused when she realized that instead of looking up at him, she was standing at eye level with him. 
“You’re taller!” Pippin exclaimed. 
“How?” Camelia questioned. “How did I grow so quickly overnight?” The boy hummed then looked around, eyes landing on the waterfall beside them. 
“Did you drink any of that?” He asked without looking at her. Camelia followed his line of sight then nodded confusedly. 
“Yeah, but I highly doubt that water can make me grow like that. Why?”
“Because that’s not just water,” he said, stepping closer to it to examine it eagerly. “It’s Ent Draught!” He grabbed the barrel and dunked it into the water, taking a drink from it. The girl rolled her eyes and retook her seat. 
“Pippin, I highly doubt that Ent Draught has such quick growing qualities-” she was cut off when her beloved stood up, wiping his mouth of any draught residue. Her eyes widened when she realized that he had already grown a few inches taller. He grinned cheekily when he noticed her shocked expression. 
“You were saying?” He teased, which made her roll her eyes playfully. 
“Alright, alright, you were right. Don’t let it get to your head, your ego’s big enough as is,” she responded flatly, which made him giggle as he took another drink from the barrel. “Hey, don’t drink too much. You’ll end up being as tall as a dwarf.” 
“That’s a bad thing?” He questioned. The girl nodded and crossed her arms. 
“It’ll be difficult to kiss you because you’ll be too tall.” That made Pippin pout, and he took one more drink before setting it aside. 
“Fine.” That made her giggle and she looked over when she heard Merry shift. They grinned in unison as their friend sat up. 
“Good morning Merry,” The girl called softly, though it didn’t look like Merry was really listening to her. Rather, he was listening to a few trees racking around them.
“Hello? Treebeard?” He called shortly before looking at Pippin and Camelia. “Where has he gone?” Pippin disregarded his question as he sat back with a lazy smile. 
“I had the loveliest dream last night. There was this large barrel, full of pipe-weed, and we smoked all of it. And then...you were sick,” he said before sighing dreamily. “I’d give anything for a whiff of Old Toby.” Both Merry and Camelia looked around when they heard what sounded like trees cracking. 
“Did you hear that?” Merry  questioned. “There it is again. Something’s not right here. Not right at all.” Pippin stood up, then made a strange noise that made the other two’s eyes widen. 
“You just said something...Treeish,” Camelia trailed off slowly, making the boy stare at her incredulously. 
“No, I didn’t. I was just stretching.” He immediately proved that wrong when he made the same noise once again. Camelia’s brows furrowed as she stood as well, then watched as Merry walked around Pippin, inspecting him. 
“You’re taller,” he commented, then looked at Camelia with wide eyes. “You too! You’re the same height that Pip used to be at. You’re taller!” 
“Who?” Pippin questioned. 
“You and Cami!” 
“Than what?” 
“Than me!” 
“I’ve always been taller than you.” 
“Pippin, everyone knows I’m the taller one,” Merry retorted, rolling his eyes. “You’re the short one.” Pippin scoffed. 
“Please, Merry. You’re what? 3’6? Whereas I’m pushing 3’7,” he paused to burp. “3’8!” He took another sip while Merry mentally measured. 
“3’8. You did something.” The boy shrugged with a smile before setting the barrel down. Merry was quick to connect the dots and he was quick to grab it, attempting to take a drink from it. 
“Merry, don’t! Don’t drink it!” That made the hobbit in question grin then run away with the barrel, taking another drink and ignoring Pippin’s protests. Camelia couldn’t help but smile amusedly as she watched the interaction. These two would always know how to cheer her up.
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voice actors of two towers audiobook how DARE you make Grishnakh’s voice so sexy
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Although I can kind of understand why people are often freaked out by Bakshi's Orcs - we have evolved to fear shadowy creatures with glowing red eyes, after all - I've found over the past few years that the more I study these guys, the more I get them. And the more distanced I feel from those who cannot see how utterly adorable their approach to life is. Just look at how easily amused they are.
Here we have Grishnakh in the foreground, drinking away his sorrows - the Witch King rejected his advances yet AGAIN before he had to set out on this mission - and meanwhile, he's surrounded by no less than eight other Orcs, and out of that background octet, five are completely mesmerized by what they're standing on.
Orc 5: Whoa, check out the ground!
Orc 1: I know, right? It has grass on it! Grass of all things!
Orc 2: This is amazing, guys. This is seriously amazing.
Orc 6: But did you guys notice? It looks dry. Who knew grass could do that?
Orc 3: Y'know, I think I heard someone say it does dry out, sometimes. You gotta see it to believe it though.
And meanwhile, the two farthest to the right have something else on their minds.
Orc 8: Yeah, yeah, the grass on the ground, but look at those mountains over there!
Orc 2: Pfft! Mountains! You gotta look UP to see those!
Orc 3: Yeah, who's got time for that?
Orc 7: (to Orc 8) Never mind these glob. Them mountains are where it's at.
And while all of this is going on, Orc 4 got so fed up with everyone's banality that he cleaved his own face just to escape. XD
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