#thelittlestpunkin

[stillthirstfordwarfblood]

"Hey, mister! I got you a flower!" The little orc girl squeaks, holding up the flower to him. (Thelittlestpunkin)

Bolg looked down at the little Orc girl with a smile.

”Thank you… Where did you find it?”

[warhornofgondor]

The little orc girl lay in the middle of camp after the battle. The huts and tents burning, the Orc warriors dead or fled in retreat. All that is left of the life once there is the burning camp, and the little girl near one of the tents, an arrow through her chest, and jutting out from her cheek. Her dark hair fanned behind her, her doll clutched in her hand, her little leather dress freshly decorated with blood that trickles from her wounds, and yet the little one lives. (Thelittlestpunkin)

Black boots kicked at the corpses that lay sprawled on the ground. Once in a while, a bloodied broadsword would dispatch an orc that was not quite dead yet. The Gondorians had been victorious and decimated the camp, eliminating the threat to some of the outlying villages.

Dark, muddied fabric from a tent flapped in the breeze, revealing a small body beneath. Boromir spotted the body, far too small to be an orc. His sword fell to the ground as recognition overwhelmed him. 

His fingers examined her and found her to be alive. There were no healers traveling with them, she would need to taken directly to the city. After sheathing his sword, he carefully picked her up and carried her to his horse.

[releasetheprisoners]

"... A'mok, I don't want you or Punkin going to that place with the bear anymore."

[releasetheprisoners]

warhornofgondor

{{... But just imagine Gothmog storming through a Gondorian camp, straight to where Boromir is, pulling him over and growling: "YOU STOLE MY PUNKIN!"

[warhornofgondor]

The little orcling had gotten lost, and had been captured, her eyes wide with fright as she thought about all the stories she'd heard about what Man did to orc children. Her fear overwhelmed her and she wets herself, trembling in the small cage she's in, dragged along behind the horses. "I wan' my mama!" She cries, and someone tells her to be quiet, she curls up in the cage, in a ball, scared and confused, until the men make it back to camp. (Thelittlestpunkin)

Word reached the captain of an orc they had found and had brought back. Curious, he went to the edge of their encampment and found a little orcling, obviously scared. "Who do we have here? What are you called?"

[halbverruckt-blog]

The 13 year old girl watched the strange woman talk to her brother, crinkling her nose when they kissed cheeks, once A'mok had left, she slowly approached the woman, cautious about the human. (Thelittlestpunkin)

Something itty-bitty bumped into her leg. And...being someone who often bumped into more than a few things, Amy was really nothing but understanding of it. 

Especially since the child distinctly felt a bit afraid.

"Uh...are you okay, little...one?"

[warhornofgondor]

It was late, close to midnight when the small girl once again approached the sleeping man, holding a sheathed dagger, "Wake up! Wake up! Dey gonna kiww woo in the mownin'!" (thelittlestpunkin)

Boromir raised his head and shook off the remains of sleep. He blinked and saw the dagger. "Did they send you to do the deed?"

[releasetheprisoners]

"Daddy? May I go see da sowdiew? 'Mok and Shew god to see him!" Punkin runs up looking up hopefully. (thelittlestpunkin)

“No," growled Gothmog, before burying his face in his hands.

Damnit. He loved those two, but he wouldn’t deny that they could be a bad influence on others.