[Novnarwen]

Rhând

All in all, he was happy about his accomplishments thus far: he'd managed to sneak off, still very alive, and he had made some of the Orcs aware of strangers in the army. He grinned evilly, as he walked hurriedly around and about, trying to figure out what he was to do next. He knew he would have to find the others eventually, and return to them, but something was keeping him. The thought of being so close to his goal, such as now, but still return to he prisoners, where he would have to find another opportunity to return to his master, annoyed him. It was strange how there seemed to be obstacles constantly, and how that hindered him from getting away. It was rather unfair, Rhând thought. However, realising that returning with nothing, in this case; no escaped prisoners, would not aid him in accomplishing his intention; becoming once more accepted as a loyal and devoted servant, he convinced himself that this was not it. He would have to prove it. That's why I can't leave them now. I must return and pretend as nothing. Just for a little while more...

He slowed down his pace. He thought he'd seen one of the prisoners. He turned away, grinning. Here, right before him, another opportunity, which was also extremely tempting, was presented to him. In few seconds he could shout, and it would be over; he would win. But he restrained himself; he could not, and would not return to his master in this state. Who would want a single Haradrim, who in reality was believed to be a traitor? Who would believe him now, if he couldn't convince them?

Returning his gaze to the familiar face, he discovered to his surprise that it wasn't only one. The women! He tried looking beyond, wanting to see if everyone was there and had found each other. Letting his gaze wander, he swore he could see something or someone was lying on the ground. He grinned, hoping it was Morogoth.

"YOU!" Rhând turned away from the women, as the rough voice coming from behind made him jump in surprise.

"He's over here, fellas!" Rhând heard an orc say.

All of a sudden, he found himself facing the same orcs he'd faced just earlier. By the look of them, something told the Haradrim that they weren't exactly happy. Shaking with fear, as he had not taken this possible event into consideration, he stepped backwards. He cursed. Why hadn't he thought of this, this 'reunion'?

"You! You promised us fresh meat!" the orc in front of him, the same as he had nudged, growled.

Think fast, think fast.

"Aye, Sir! I leave them to you, and yours," he said slowly, cursing yet again under his breath. He pointed towards the women. "There! There is your flesh, under the little costumes!" Grinning maliciously, he watched the orcs and their reaction towards the discovery of food. They nudged each other, pointing.

"Come on! We don't want the meat to be spilled!" The other orcs, surrounding what seemed like the leader, grew wild by this announcement, and without offering Rhând another look, or thought, they charged forwards. Feeling the ground tremble under his very feet, he watched the orcs, seven of them, run towards the defenceless women. What a pleasure .. I'm finally going to witness them die, Rhând thought, being satisfied. He only hoped none of the women, or any of the other prisoners, had seen what he had done.