Schlocktober day 4: Peeling Sunburn (Shagbag)
Shagrat leaned his head against the cool cave wall. It was way to hot outside to sleep. The sun was burning. Maybe it was a warning. Maybe the dark master had sent its cruel rays to torment Shagrat and Gorbag as a punishment for their betrayl. Didn't he control fire? Yes he did. The cave did little to shelter the two orcs from the light and the heat outside. Oh, the heat! It awoke the urge to scream in Shagrat.
"Disgusting weather, heh?", Gorbag growled suddenly, from his place at the opposite wall. Shagrat lazily moved his head to look at his lover, then he nodded. The last few days had been rainy and the Uruk-Hai and the orc had slept huddled together, now it was way too hot to even think about that. "I feel this close away from bursting into flames", Shagrat mumbled, raising his hand to show Gorbag the miniscule space between his fingers.
Gorbag laughed. "You know what this reminds me of?", he asked. Shagrat shook his head, trying to make more contact with the cooling wall. "It reminds me of the summers before the eye came back. It was hot like piss, just like now. My siblings and I were young and dumb as rocks..."
Gorbag laughed again. Shagrat simply growled and nodded. He wasn't nearly as old as Gorbag. Even if he had been alive during those summers, he must have spent them in Saruman's realm, waiting for the moment the wizard would reveal them. "So what dumb shit did you do, Gor?", the Uruk-Hai asked, scratching a scar on his leg. He could feel the sweat running down his body in disgusting little rivers. Whoever had invented weather like this needed to be punished in some deep, dirty hole.
"We'd go outside, the others and me", Gorbag snorted. Shagrat nearly scratched the scar bloody again, as he flinched in suprise. "You what? How bloody fucking stupid were you?" Gorbag nodded and wiped his sweaty hair from his forehead. The picture it painted was pure sex. If it had been any less hot, Shagrat would have jumped him right there. "Yeah, we'd go outside, shirtless and we'd lay in the sun, face down, as long as we could bare. Then we fled back inside", the older orc explained.
"How the fuck did you get this old?", hissed Shagrat, baring his pointy teeth. Gorbag giggled. "Well, I got smarter. Anyway, in the night, we'd go out again, with a big, fat metal spoon and we'd dip it in the icy water. And when the spoon was all cold and shit we'd hit each other on the backs with it", he chuckled. "But weren't you burned to a crisp?", Shagrat wanted to know, curiously leaning foreward. Gorbag nodded, barely able to continue his story from laughing too hard. "Oh yeah, we were burned. It hurt like crazy, but that was part of the game, you see. We'd hit each other with the spoon and the burned skin would get stuck on it and be peeled right off. Whoever shed the biggest piece of skin won!"
Shagrat shook his head laughing. "This. This is the dumbest shit I've ever heard from you. And I've heard you call that big fat spider 'not that bad'." Immediately Gorbag began to defend himself. In the sky, the sun began to set, as Shagrat and Gorbag argued. They both knew how this would end. No walking would be done that night. But who could deny them a bit of fun?