#Uruks

[willorm-the-seer]

the nonhuman urge to get teeth modifications💔 they’re not pointy enough. not sharp enough. not good enough for tearing off massive chunks of meat. i want to smile and for people to see my sharp, menacing fangs glinting in the moonlight. i want them to poke my gums, and when i twist my head and smile, it makes everyone’s guts squirm around like rabid worms. i want to be frightening. more frightening than the dawn after a moonless night. or more beautiful then the moon shining her soft rays down to caress your broken face after a blistering day. not just my teeth, but my claws as well. i have been robbed of my natural beauty, my sharp points and alarming presence in this humanly existence, and i need them back.

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

ROLL CALL: CHILDREN OF ADAR!

Baddydaddy Brigaders, Adarlings, Ficwriters of the TROP Universe!!

For posterity, and in memoriam to our dearly departed Lord-Father, I want to create a record of all Adar's children!!

So let's start a little roll call of all the Uruk characters we've created, because they have names and hearts and we should share them with the world!!

So reblog and share your own Uruk OCs' names, share your fic links, and hey, if you're open to other authors cameo-ing your uruks in their own works (with full credit given to their original creators), let us know!

Let's create our own little canon universe of orcses!

Show creations:

Glûg | Lurka | Vrath | Bazur | Magrot | Grugzûk | Fabio

OC Uruks: Awake, Arise or Be For Ever Fall'n Please feel free to use (with credit) any of these OCs in your own works!

Main Characters: Mazul (firstborn son of Adar) | Vrak (father of Vrath) | Mishka (Vrak's wife)

Minor Uruk Characters: Vuk | Bakar | Nimbuk | Rhakazg | Thraga | Nurza | Kragaszh | Garakh | Bregga | Gydiz | Ukrum | Murglek | Fregga | Irkû | Narun | Grasz | Mogwar | Mogiz | Shalla | Nizrak | Ozog | Utrek | Gredig | Gorm | Negûz | Rak | Imik |Urqûl | Gorka | Mragat | Thragak | Ishfig | Urvun | Huzûd | Agar | Gorg | Nurthag | Rhakna | Rothak | Megra | Mag | Hagga | Ulak | Og

@niennawept @hellofeanor @clumsycopy @mylovelylittleobsessions @eowyn7023 @spiritofwhitefire @plotdesigner+ anyone else out there writing Adar/Uruk fic!

[nekroticism]

The Last Job of Damrod.

(apologies in advance)

[eowyn7023]

Halbrand discovers that one does not simply walk into Mordor.

[catz4ever]

I made this video in honor of the uruk uprising in episode one.

I. can't. Stop. Laughing.

For all my Adar and Step-Dadar friends.

@baddybaddyadardaddy @orehuna @bigblissandlove1 @amaureas-blog @theamethystvampiress @eowyn7023

[mansnooziesmoosmutzel]

"He offered me … children. [...] My children have endured cruelties your bravest couldn't bear to hear spoken aloud."

"You told us… you loved us." - "With all that is left of my heart. Too much, to let you become Sauron’s slaves."

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"All those of the Quendi who came into the hands of Melkor, ere Utumno was broken, were put there in prison, and by sore arts if cruelty were corrupted and enslaved; and thus did Melkor breed the hideous race of Orcs … And deep in their dark hearts the Orcs loathed the Master whom they served in fear, the maker only of their misery. This it may be was the vilest deed of Melkor, and the most hateful to Ilúvatar."

(The Silmarillion)

[seerschaos]

yes i am an orc, but i am wolf-born and dog coded. so i can go from “haha yes, standing on two feet and talking, very nice” to a very instinctual “i need to follow you around everywhere you go and wag my tail when you look at me and hunt down your enemies with my fangs and my claws and be collared and leashed to you and let you feed me scraps of meat while you pet me behind my ears” very quickly

yes i am an orc but i want to curl up in your lap like an oversized puppy and let you take care of me while i let out contented little dog snorts and steal your dinner leftovers

werewolves do you feel this too cause wtf i want to be monstrous and a sophisticated two legger but like. dog collars. and leashes and having an owner to look after is a very tempting idea is this what domestication feels like. it would be very easy to tame me i’ll say that

[rachelillustrates]

"Five Orcs, among Many"

(in response to "The Rings of Power" season 2 finale. Spoilers ALL over the place below.)

(place setting inspired by HelenaMarkos' "Splint.")

(Orc Mom's name from @meilas )

~

His eyes snapped open.

He coughed, expecting blood – black bile, which should, HAD been pouring from his lips from his lungs from the myriad wounds his children (his children) had given him. Penance, for his folly, in falling once again for Sauron’s manipulations.

But the pain was gone. He breathed clean air.

Groaning, he sat up, the echo of that torment and his heartbreak still alive within him. The sky above him was an odd twilight. Starless, and grey-but-bright, as if Tilion had guided the moon to cover Arien’s bright sun. Black sand sifted through his fingers as he pulled himself to his knees and looked around him.

There was a light in the sky – something large and like Anar, but not – just at the horizon. He felt it…. pull at him. And he almost stepped forward.

But on the sand….. on this beach, for there was a darker grey expanse of water (ocean? a lake?) beyond the patch of grains, there sat many figures.

Familiar figures.

They all turned to look at him.

Uruk. His children, the ones that had already…..

Oh.

Adar moved to turn around, knowing he’d find more of the same in the expanse behind him, and his face connected with a raised fist.

He swore, nearly toppling over again as the punch threw his momentum. Instinctively he reached for his blade, but found it was gone – indeed, he was in a rough approximation of his own chosen clothing, from life. But no tools. No weapons at all.

That was over, wasn’t it?

He looked up, his nose – unbroken, unbleeding – still aching. And saw a face he’d last seen as a severed head, in the hand of the Troll Damrod, then tossed at his own feet. The Uruk was seething, their entire body taut with anger, but an unfathomable grief threatened to leak out of their eyes.

“Kathotar,” he whispered in the Black Speech. “I – I’m….”

Kathotar went to hit him again, and he stood to take it, but the action came out weakened. Several others had gathered to watch now, but stood stoic, unmoving, letting their sibling work this out on behalf of all of them (it would seem).

He would take it. He had never meant to hurt them. But he would take it.

After only a few more swipes at him, Kathotar sagged forward and against his chest. He caught them, firmly holding them although he felt he had no right, after everything that happened.

They sobbed together, sinking to their knees as one.

~

His eyes snapped open, and his hands scrabbled desperately at his chest, his throat.

The pain was gone. Why was the pain gone?

All around him was the strangest light, and beneath him….. sand? Was this the ocean? Where was he?

He sat up, staring numbly at the light at the water’s end, hearing its call but not understanding.

“Glug,” a familiar voice called from behind him.

His eyes bulged, a noise of torment (regret, anger, rage, pain, loss, regret) hissing from his entire being as he turned – looking past the multitude of his kin all sitting there, waiting – to gaze at his Lord Father.

Adar sat slightly up the sandy expanse, where the loose earth gave way to rocks, and even taller rocks rose like a cliffside above them all. Several other Uruk were settled around him, though it looked like none of them had been speaking.

Glug and Adar stood together, each walking forward to close the space between them, but Glug stopped a few feet away.

He had killed him.

He had killed him.

He had been so angry. He deserved to be angry – Adar had…… he had betrayed them all, even after claiming to love them. His children. Him, their father. And he, a father himself – oh, his child. His…..

His eyes closed again on the image of his mate, and their tiny, defenseless sprog. How long would they be safe in Mordor, now that Sauron had proven false?

He should have believed Adar.

He should have…. but he was so angry, and Adar had…..

One of his siblings that had been sitting closest to their father before he’d stood to come to him looked over at them both, then locked eyes with Glug, nodding slightly. That was….. oh.

“The Elf was right,” Adar said, so softly, as if to keep from startling a rabid animal. His expression was pained, but resigned, his hands empty and limp at his sides. “I was meant, by the designs of another, to bring us all to our ruin. To sacrifice you, my children, right back into his hands. He wormed his way back into my thoughts, and I did not see. I did not protect you, and I am sorry.”

“He fooled us all,” Glug whispered back, though the rage still sang within him – easier to bear than the terror he felt for those he’d left behind. “He told us he’d protect us, now, and that we’d find purpose and glory and safety under his rule. In his service.”

“Yes.”

“But there is none. Not anymore.”

Adar sighed. “I know not what this place is. Our penance, perhaps? Kathotar and the others say that sometimes, one of them gets up as if in thrall again, and vanishes out into the water. Into that light. And that pull, within, do you feel it too?”

He nodded.

“It feels like redemption.”

He nodded again, feeling uncomfortable.

“But for now…… we are here, with our deeds, and our regrets, and all we can do is wait.”

“What of the others?” he demanded. “He has them now – like you said he would! They are – they will -“

Adar carefully seized Glug by the upper arms, pressing their foreheads together. “I know. We cannot help them now.”

“You were right,” he shouted, finding his tears unable to fall (so, so angry), “Adar – lord father, you were right, and we -“

“No, I was not. I walked right into his trap – he meant for me to bring you to him, that he could ensnare you again. As I had already been ensnared, again.” Tears did fall down the ancient Uruk’s cheeks, though his voice remained steady. “I am sorry, Glug. I did betray you.”

Glug shook his head, his hand raising to hold his father’s in place. “What – what do we do now?”

Adar just looked at him sadly, and they both turned to look in shreds of mournful desperation at the light across the sea.

~

Her eyes snapped open.

Something had happened. Something was wrong.

Beside her, their baby wailed. And wailed. And wailed.

Sitting up, she realized that all the babies were wailing. Every single one, in every single home. The other parents that had been left behind – at least, the three in particular that shared her dwelling space for the moment while some of them were off to war again – had sat up too. One, standing at the fire pit with their soup’s spoon frozen over the cook pot, the others rigid as if they’d been struck, one now on their feet.

Just as she was.

“Garsemi,” one of them hissed. “What is wrong?”

She stared back at them, then grabbed her knife, shoving it roughly into place at her belt. She scooped up her child and strode outside, looking up at the sky for any clues. Looking around. But nothing had changed.

Still, the children wailed. And the others left behind had all noticed….. something.

Others looked at her askance, worried, curious, some hands going to their weapons as they all tried to gather their bearings again.

Something had happened. But what?

She tried to swallow the dread building in her chest as she shushed softly, trying to soothe her screaming offspring, and simply breathed.

[theamethystvampiress]

Sam Hazeldine as Adar

screencaps by meee....

I got carried away and so I finally was able to put them all in one post.

Enjoy!

[imperialmadam]

I knew Adar was going to die and I knew it would be tragic, but I didn’t realise how much. Not only is he betrayed by the uruks he loves, but Sauron is there, watching. Adar dies knowing that his children are going to be Sauron’s slaves again, that everything he did for them was for nothing.

[willorm-the-seer]

the need to scream. the need to howl and roar and snarl until your vocal chords eventually snap and break due to crying out for so long. crying out for revenge, vengeance against the life you were robbed of.

the need to run. to run the moment you see movement. to hunt, to snarl and shake your head and sprint after your prey mercilessly into the murky gloom of the night, running off of instinct, allowing your baser knowledge to guide you.

the need to love. to form pack bonds, to love your brothers and sisters, to protect them with your life. to put their needs before your own. to have a mate, and to love and cherish them, to snarl with appreciation every time they bring you back prey, or keep you warm in the dead of winter, curling up into you to protect against the cold, the monsters, the horrible things that want to hunt you.

the need to feel fondness and responsibility for the world around you. to feel the fresh sprigs of flowers on your nose the moment spring rolls around again. or to feel the crunch of leaves slipping under your clawed and padded feet as you roam your territory, knowing you are free, and you are safe in your identity as a wild creature.

some days it is hard to move on. it is hard to live, and forget, what you are truly meant to be doing. this is why living as a human is so draining. this is why everything is wrong.

[baddybaddyadardaddy]

Okay so I'm now wondering: if Glug and the deserters (rather than being the ones to kill Adar ides of march style) will now become the lens through which we see Sauron overtake the uruks.

They've clearly gone out of their way to make Glug a sympathetic character with a backstory that we (at least those of us with brains and beating hearts) can care about.

Because Adar made that direct declaration of love, I think Glug's arc can now play more like "i care about my father but he is making terrible decisions so I'm walking away" and less "I'm gonna bloodthirsty mutiny/murder him."

It would honestly be peak tragedy if Glug witnessed how much more horrible the uruks will have it after Sauron takes over, and then have the moment of horrific realization that "Adar was right."

I think there's about a 50/50 chance Adar lives or dies.

If he lives, I think Nenya heals his corruption, so he will have to live on as an elf, knowing he can't go back to being an uruk and that his children are slaves. NOW THAT'S PAIN.

If he dies, I think it has to be by Sauron's hand. It just has to be. Those two need to FIGHT.

Anyway idk those are my thoughts for the day.

[nekroticism]

Udûn days 🔥

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

I love Adar but what he wants can't happen, like Mairon/Baby Sauron said humans and elves will not want to co-exist with orcs so like even if he managed to kill Sauron, still no one would accept his orcs or an uruk like himself and he'd be struggling with like

Do I accept the ring if Galadriel would freely give it and I think she would if Sauron was destroyed, and live in my healed elf form and be accepted and lauded as like, the elven hero that killed Sauron and do I then abandon my orc children to then live my life as a handsome elf war hero, probably get a wife who can bear me real children and respect from elves and men OR do I stay with my loyal orcs and remain an orc/uruk but basically be hated by all

It would have been difficult :( I feel so bad for him.

[mansnooziesmoosmutzel]

"In flames he returns to darkness ..."

[lazyneonrabbitt]

The slip-up

Where Adar follows the wrong group during the attack on a settlement and ends up in a questionable place. AKA the Uruks find a brothel.

Blame the anon on @baddybaddyadardaddy's page

Village after village fell on Adar's quest to reclaim the Southlands and give his children a home. They all fell in the blink of an eye, but the larger settlement held up strong.

It was an elven home, the ones who watched over the mortals of the lands for eras before.

"Leave the homes. A cleared out settlement like this makes for great homes once we lay claim to these lands." Adar's commanders took his advice and stormed the place, taking lives, prisoners and looted armories before the locals had time to do so themselves.

But in the early night when most of thr place had been quiet upon their entry, there was one building where it was as lively as ever. Naturally drawn to the sounds of people Adar followed his troops towards the place, quickly hearing the screams of terror and the sounds of his children taking back what was theirs.

"Lord Father!" He had not made it inside yet and one of his kin came running back out. "Lord Father what is this place? It is strange, come and assist us in fight."

Inside there were uruk standing at the ready, others having made it past the folk downstairs and were causing trouble a floor above.

But that all did not concern him. In front of him stood the ones currently inhabiting the building. A few men who had carried weapons up front and hiding behind them stood elven women wearing..

Well, nothing but paneled skirts and a waistband holding them up. They his behind the bar area with bottles of of alcohol that had rags stuffed in them, flames at the ready to ignite them.

The one house he had decided to enter had proven itself to be a house of pleasure and they had barged in on their busiest night.

Adar stood frozen in place, entirely caught off guard by the bare skin and scent of arousal that lingered on every surface.

Only when an uruk came crashing down the stairs the men dared to advance, but they were easily slain by their enemy.

Now only the women were left, taking no moment to cower and tossed the burning flasks at the uruk, only to learn it was all way less effective as they had hoped and were soon approached by the intruders.

Not even screaming bloody murder would summon help, and desperate times called for desperate measures as one of them grabbed whatever was at hand and threw it, having the other maidens join in tossing glassware, serving trays and towels.

All of it was easily cast aside until one threw other cloths, one of which missed its target and thwacked Adar right in the face.

He swiftly grasped it and ...silk? with a strong scent..

In his hands he held a silken slip. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his uruks being assaulted with an array of thrown items, clunking against armor and thudding against skin leaving them weirded out and uncomfortable. He managed to catch the piece that flew at him, fumbling not to drop it as it was slick and kept getting away from him until he finally held it.

He was not pleased with the findings of the large, phallic shaped item in his hand. It was incredibly detailed, and large. In disgust he tossed is and wiped his hand on his clothes, unaware of the shouting coming from behind him.

"Men! Worthless when milkbags are out!" A shrill voice called and Adar soon noticed a barrage of female uruk had come in and taken care of the whole situation in mere moments. They rushed past and by the time he had caught up with it all it had all settled already.

The women were rummaging through the aftermath, laughing amongst each other. "Look! Thissun's bigger than my husband's." Adar watched one of ghem wiggle the fake penis he had thrown aside earlier, shaking his head and walking off.

Outside he found a group of his warriors huddled together, grumling and smiling suspiciously and found them toying with an array of different undergarments they clearly stole from the pleasure house.

But the battle was over and that was all that mattered. Now it was time for rest.

"Oh, come here, you scaredy cat!" A male ran past him, followed by the screeching voice of what Adar assumed was his partner. "It's fun I swear! Nice even!" His eyes followed them as she chased her lover with what looked like a stash of toys in her arms.