[Lord of the Rings, fic] March.

Random Orc/Gollum, R.
Written August, 2, 2006 by Zekkass.

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Marching. Gollum screams again, and Ugluk is forced to kick him to unconsciousness to shut him up.

Sauron wants this creature alive, but he never specified if he could injure Gollum or not.

“Up, filth.” He growls, when Gollum stirs. “Move.”

Gollum whines, but he lurches to his feet and shuffles on. Ugluk jerks the chain that is tied around Gollum’s neck and drags him along.

They march for another day, through the blasted lands. They stop at night for rest, but that is all.

Gollum sits and stares at the ground at nights. When he eats his ration of crackers, Ugluk doles them out carefully. Gollum must not eat enough to be strong, but he must eat enough to survive.
The days go on, and they continue on their way. It is a long march to Sauron’s tower, and a difficult one. Once, Ugluk nearly died when he slipped on a cliff face. Thankfully, he was holding onto Gollum’s leash, and Gollum was forced to save him; otherwise Gollum would have died, himself.

The little life-and-death moments make him wonder about the creature. It’s a filthy little thing, but when he is covered with dust from the trek, they really aren’t so different.

He does not consider Gollum a friend, nor would he free him. His loyalty to Sauron is too strong for that.

But he does consider Gollum a plaything, and when the nights are at their worst, and the travel difficult, he holds down Gollum and pleasures himself. The screams add a nice touch, he thinks, but he chokes him to silence with the chain anyways.

It is his rightful reward for putting up with Gollum, after all.

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