Twelve Drummers Drumming #12

Title:  To Herald Our Coming
Fandom:  Lord of The Rings
Characters:  Gothmog
Rating:  G
Brief Summary:  As the armies of the Dark Lord approach Minas Tirith, Gothmog delights in what he believes will be victory.  Movie based.

Just a very quick thank you to Magickalmolly for setting up this interesting and enjoyable challenge.  I have had a very good time doing this!  Great fun!  (seriously hard)  But great fun!  Thanks!

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                          To Herald Our Coming

It is our time now.  We are the ones that they have looked upon as
inferior.  They shun us and turn away.  They would kill us for little or
no reason at all.  Already they begin to see our might.  Osgiliath is ours.
We have taken it and we will take much more.  Even now, we prepare to
march on their great, White City.

I ride among my troops and I see their eyes.  They are proud and they hold
their heads high.  They are ready for what will come.  They are not a
bunch of cowardly goblins on a raid in the dead of the night.  They are an army
that can travel in sunlight and move with speed.  They are trained to
fight and more than ready to kill.  Thousands will feel the sting of their
blades and die at their hands and I will lead them into battle.

I am Gothmog and I take my orders from the Witch King.  I am second only to
him.  The others see me and they move to do as I command because they know that I
am a great general.  I am entrusted to lead them into this battle just as
I did at Osgiliath where we left none alive save one and he was only barely
alive.  His slow death inside of their fine city will serve as a portent at
things to come.  All of them will either die or become slaves to the Great
Eye.

As we near the city's walls with our army, I hear the drums like a
rumbling thunder behind me.  We announce our coming.  We do not fear them
nor do we fear their white wizard.  My commander will see to the White Wizard. 
He will not trouble us.  He will fall at the feet of the Witch King of Angmar and cower
in the dust like the dog that he is.  Then he will die horribly and these
fools inside of this fortress of a city will be left to face us on their
own.

I see them in their armor on the battlements on the city before us but I
do not fear them.  I have killed many of their kind before.  I will enjoy
taking their lives and tasting of their flesh with my army.  I will not
simply lead.  I will be the first one to rush to meet the enemy.  The
drums signal our coming; my coming.  I pass one of the great trolls that march
among us pounding one of the enormous drums as I ride to the front of the
line on my warg. 

 The troll is a stupid beast, much like my own mount.  If
not chained and beaten, the troll cannot follow orders.  The great beast
has no intelligence.  We will use him and others of his kind as we see fit
and they will obey us. I could kill him as I pass, but he also serve the great eye.

His presence among us shows our power.  We control this mighty giant and hundreds like
him.  I can see these lumbering hulking creatures slowly plodding among us
with their great drums.  To control such as these is not difficult for the
great eye.  They sound our charge with their twelve massive drums and they will push our
towers and they will fight by our side.

At the end of this day, I shall stand on the top level of this city of men and declare it ours!  But now, we attack for I hear the drums.

The End

G.W.     01/06/2005

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This one finished off the song and was my first attempt to write for an Orc.  Thanks to all who read at the challenge site and all who read here.