[Rose Cotton]

The orc guards had made a kind of wall of comunities (if you could call them that) around the hobbit prison camp. Even though orcs of higher rank lived in recently built homes most only lived in tents. Though most often they didn't even use the tents.

A few hobbits were assigned to attend to the orcs. This was everyones least favorite job and therefor new hobbits were put up for the jobs all the time. So when Azra became a servant noone noticed.

Never before in her life had she been so dissiplined. Even when she had been a young child in her own home she would find ways to escape her chores. But now she struggled to stay on task not only to the things the orcs told her to do but also to her true purpose.

It was difficult. However stupid the orcs were they were not free on information. Azra expected that they weren't told very much anyway. She had almost given up when passing by a home belonging to a chief orc Azra could hear an intresting conversation. She hid out of sight and listened.

"Mountains of Dorthonion? Your mad! Do you relize how cold it will get? You won't find me there."
"Arr! Those are the Master's orders. You can take it up with him. You'd be better off just following orders."
"Easy for you. Your troops are being called to battle. Now that's what I want. The smell of blood again. All this Halfling noncence is crazy. They'd be more use to us dead."
"You will take the hobbits to the mountains. Tonight. Or you won't live to smell any blood again."

Azra was filled with both excitment and fear. She slipped away into some bushes untill she was out of sight of the orc camps then she went into an all out sprint towards the hobbit council building. Any elf or man would probably be able to outrun her, but for a hobbit it was pritty fast.