[Cimmerian]

Azruk watched another of them die, "Insignificant," he thought as Hogarth gasped his last breath out. The uruk warlord strode briskly forward with the hobbit slung over his bleeding shoudler, knocking down elves that tried to get in his way. The terrified hobbit, now smeared in her blood and the uruks, kept silent as tears streamed down her pretty face. How she wished she had joined her cousin Frodo when they met in Lothlorien. How she wished she should have stayed home in the Shire. Twice again the uruk fell to the ground, hurting the hobbit ever more, yet he staggered on.

Suddenly Azruk felt Thrakatburz's voice in his mind cry out in pain, then a cold chill followed. He knew she was dead, yet he had no remorse. She had served his purpose. Mounting his horse Azalel, the uruk warlord roughly threw the captive hobbit in front of his saddle and rode off hard. Let those fools sort this out, Rivendell mattered little to him now, as did the elf lord. Remembering that Sauron had some need of halflings, Azruk decided to ride to Mordor. It was a long hard ride getting there but Azalel was up to it. There would be other days when he would kill Elenna.

But no, he was a warrior, not a coward to run away like one. He would wait for her
in the Camp across the Bruinen. He had his hostage, if this halfling was of value to Sauron so would she be to the Elfkind. He then tightly bound and gagged the hobbit lass and hid her by a rabbit borrow near the camp and decided to lay in ambush for he could feel Elenna's positive aura following him.

Ooc - Excellent pieces of work, Viking, Aman and Nev. If and uruk could cry, this one would.