Glockhâsh was sitting in the cave. Tapping his sword against his buckler. Guard duty shurly stinked. He was wishing that he could join them on the ride to Lothlorien. It was a long time since he had broken Elf neck's. But instead, Sauron made him stay. And there he was, stuck with those stupid creatures. All he would kill with eas, but none could he strike. Secretly, he wished that the cave would be attacked. But nothing had happened tough. And the orders where stricked. Phuh, I can't even eat a stupid prisonor. He has no use, so why? he taught to himself.
He decided to wait a little more. Soon there would be a lot less of those rat's in the cave. It would be easieyer then. Glockhâsh laughed inside himself. An Orc came to see what he was laughing about, but a wack of Glockhâsh's fist made him flying away. The nerv!Glockhâsh taught to himself. He would deal with one of those puny rabbit's soon enough. He walked over to the entrance of the cave. he sat down and continued his little drumsolo. Soon, soon I will break some necks. Orc, Easterling or Elv. As long as they die. He tought to himself. He added a little grin. "Yes, soon."
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