Grishnahk had planned something for the two lovers under the tree until the other character had approached them.
“An archer, eh?” he whispered looking the elf over with his beady eyes. He would not last long if he was suspected. Out here in the forest where none of the hobbits could watch, his death would be upon him as quick as an arrow from the string. Slowly he backed up on his hands and feet, but he ran into something.
“Shisss!” hissed a voice, Grishnahk turned and looked upon another orc, smaller than himself but clad in spy garb. Quickly he looked back at the three people behind the bush, of course they would see him soon, already they were searching for whatever the sound may have come from.
“Ello, cap’m mate!” sneered the maggot, looking at Grishnahk’s pale face.
“Long time no see, eh?” he continued in a whisper. Grishnahk cupped his hand over the orc’s mouth, but it was too late…
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