Thread: Andrast

Lminzil West of the River Lefnui, approaching Andrast Lminzil watched as the stars of the great bear set in the west and ticked off the hours as each familiar star fell below the horizon. She measured their distance roughly by watching the last peaks of the White Mountains and how their relationship shifted relative to their Westward direction of travel. It was a crude measure, she could do much better once they made camp and she could make some proper measurements. Still it was accurate enough for her to know they were not making particularly good time. While she was grateful for the relative comfort of the mount, she and the nag were slowing them down. That fact was reinforced by Jukha's constant conversation as they proceeded parallel to the coast, he wasn't even out of breath. They were amazing beasts these orcs, bred for murder and mayhem. She had rarely seen them but she had read much about them, enough to know they should be about 20 miles further then they were. Our goal is critical to his return and why you and I were chosen for this. All the other actions are merely diversion to allow us to proceed unhindered. She told him, stroking his ego in an effort to keep him focused on obeying. It was her turn to smile as he asked what they sought. Information could be most useful at times and she saw no advantage to her in enlightening this beast, even if she considered him incapable of using it. We will know it when we find it, you just need to follow my directions. Nothing more, nothing less. As to where they were to take it, well she would certainly keep that piece of information to herself. Only their fear of failing the dark lord would keep them running across Gondor and not into mischief of their own. They had barely stopped and the orc pulled her from the mount, eager to sample his reward. She was no camp whore however and made sure he knew it would be when she was ready. Not quite yet. She told him slapping his face lightly, almost playfully. Make your camp next to the river bed. I want a fire down below the bank where it cannot be seen from afar. She wanted to feel warmth on her naked flesh and if she could not have the sun she wanted a fire. Nor was she quite done giving orders. Send my packs up to that hill, have the bearers stand guard, I don't want to become a meal for one of your wargs passing near. Almost as an after thought she turned back to him. Put the horse out of its misery. With that she walked up onto the hill, her eyes taking in the wide expanse of stars. Without the moon the starlight was exceptionally clear. Her practiced hands took out several brass instruments and she looked at the sky and scribbled on paper. In less than a quarter of an hour she had figured almost precisely where they were. Jukha was not far off in his estimate, they still had a long way to go and would need to better once they had rested and disposed of her mount. Once she was satisfied with her calculations she walked back to where the fire was burning. Her eyes were bright in the reflected flame. She was ready to reward her escort and as she felt the warmth of the fire on her face she let the thick fur drop off of her body. She stood there naked before Jukha and the other orcs, letting the flame warm and illuminate her body. Slowly at first and without music, she began to dance. Her eyes focused upon the orc chieftan as if he were the only one present. Arms stretched wide, breasts swaying with her motion, her hips swiveling as her feet danced about the soft sand of the river bank. She turned slowly, her head staying towards Jukha, ignoring the other orcs. She knew it was a risk, arousing such a large band of orcs, but if they did turn on their leader, she wanted them to think of a use for her besides supper. With Jukha off her left shoulder she spun quickly to face him again, barely breaking eye contact in her turn. Her pace began to quicken as she worked to one side then the other. She tried not to think too much about the meal of fresh meat the orcs were enjoying. She only hoped it had gone quickly for the poor beast. As she continued to dance she got closer and closer to Jukha until she was mere feet from him. Then as suddenly as she had started, she stopped, throwing herself down to her knees, her upper body laying in the big orc's lap. Offering herself to him as a reward for his obedience.