Uglúk laid in the mud, wounded and confused. This was not the great victory Saruman had promised, there was no man flesh to feast upon, or honor to be gain from fighting bravely. Only death and the smell of rotting Uruk-hai flesh. His brothers were dead or wounded, others chased down like animals by men and slaughtered while the barbarians were allowed to surrender. "Damn the white wizard and his lies and all other pink skin shit!" Thought the general as he laid on the ground bleeding to death. "Their flesh isn't worthy to be eaten even by snaga scum!"
As the world grew dark and his body grew cold Uglúk believed this was his end, not in some glories battle but here in the mud surrounded by his fallen brothers while cursing his creator. Then in what he thought was his final minuets on Middle Earth a bright light burst through the trees and a Gandalf the white walked out.
"Uglúk!" Said the wizard with a voice filled with such power it made Uglúk body quake. "This is not the end of you nor your people, it is the beginning. You have been given the task of leading the orcs in to a new age, free from the servitude of their dark masters. But for know flee, gather your people, and wait for my call for now is not the time to ask for forgiveness."
"Why should I trust you wizard?" Asked Uglúk. "Saruman also spoke of glory and victory, know look at us! My people were slaughtered like pigs and you were the butcher!"
"You may walk like an adult but you still think like a child." Gandalf responded, his voice changed from one of power to one of a caring parent advising his confused and angry son. "Long have your ancestors been a blight on this land, fighting and killing because it was all they knew. Even you have the blood of the innocent on your soul. This had made the other races of Middle Earth fear and hate your people for many years and such hatred is something that is hard to destroy. Only through salvation can your race be saved from destruction. I offer that to you right now, accept it and you maybe able to save your people or reject it and your people will fall into darkness." The white wizard hold his arm in front of Uglúk who looked at it for a minuet as he tried to make up his mind about what to do.
Seeing no other choice Uglúk took the old man's hand, from which a warm glow spreed through his body which filled him with strength and healed his wounds.
"Now rise mighty Uglúk, future ruler of the orcs, go and unite your people and prepare to retake your home land from those who are still enslaved by your masters." And with that Gandalf dissapered with out a trace.
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