God of middle earth (8/n)

The Horde of Orcs were marching, marching. These were the elite Ones, the ghaash Durub, highest in rank and power second to only the Great One. He had sent his most elite ghaash Durub in search of two objects very valuable to him. He had instructed them to locate these objects and bring them to him. He himself was not strong enough yet to venture out, yet...

"There is still time, "thought the Great One. He sat in a mighty throne in a dark but vast chamber. Swiftly I shall complete my quest, under no one's eyes, and rise to my former glory once again. "And the, the whole of middle-earth will be mine to control." He smiled at the very thought of his global dominion, in the dim light of his subterranean Lair.

Meanwhile, the ghaash Durub were approaching the Great One's lair. After many trials and tribulations, they had managed to seek the items requested by their great one. It was a tough journey, and many in their ranks fell to ensure that these objects were safe in the hands of the Orcs. Nevertheles, their journey was nearing completion having successfully acquiring both items.

The Great One's musings were cut short as a hobgoblin approached him requesting permission to let the Ghaash Durub Horde in. The Great One chuckled gleefully and ordered their entry.

The Albino Orc that led the Horde came forth in front of the Great One. He bowed respectfully, producing a small chest wrought in stone. He opened the lid of the box.

The Great One was filled with excitement at seeing the most crucial part of his ultimate plan fall into place. So it could be reasonable to say that he was caught off guard when he saw only one of the two objects present in the box. He roared in fury, and the albino orc was shocked at his master's reaction. He glimpsed the contents of the box and was instantly stunned. He remembered quite clearly handling both the items and placing into the box himself. But what could have happened?

It was too late, the Great One was angered beyond measure. He roared with such force even the mountains trembled. He ordered the Albino Orc to search and secure the second item in the same vein. The Albino left hurriedly, not caring to stay one more second with his masters blood curdling rage. As he left, he tried to recall how he could have lost the most precious object. He thought back to the only encounter they had when returning to the lair. "Yes! The Hobbit! Of course!" he thought in a moment of realisation. And thus, he marshalled yet another Horde and left the Lair, making for Hobbiton.

As the Albino Orc rode upon his Warg, he gritted his teeth, vowing to slaughter anything that stood between the way of him and the second object.