Talion nods to the dwarf, before looking back to Lirond.

"You are the Maia here, the decision is yours."

"Come on, we need to hurry, I can hold them off for awhile, we'll meet somewhere else."

Litrǫnd nodded slowly, 'We must hurry.' He points his staff at the Nazgul, 'Stay. If you follow, you shall be punished.'

(guys, I want to change my char, my dwarf will die, soon)

YolGoraagSingh

(guys, I want to change my char, my dwarf will die, soon)

(Okay. Add a skelly right now.)

'ASH NAZG DURBATULUK, ASH NAZG GIMBATUL,

ASH NAZG THRAKATULUK AGH BURZUM-ISHI KRIMPATUL.'

Translation: One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,

One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

Name: Arguc the Terrible

Species: Uruk 

Age: ??? (do Uruk's age?)

Weapons: The weapon below

Appearance:   

Armor/Armor Color: Same armor as above (wears no helmet) 

Information: He's one of the last rare Pale Orcs, Sauron put magic on him to control him (the orcs are actually good, it's a spell that makes them evil, read the end of the Return of the King) his Elf brother (Orcs are corrupted elves) took off the spell, a warmate found out and injuried him. He has a brown warg and its forearm is injuried

Abilities: Expert in using his Halberd, is honorable (he's not good or evil, he just wants revenge).

An Uruk lay in a cave with a large gash on his hip next to him is a brown Warg with broken forearm, as it lays down the Uruk's halberd next to him as he keeps his weapon next to him. 

(now, the dwarf dies! HAHAHAHAHAHHA!)

The dwarf dies. :( 

Veyd Sahvoz
Uvatha and the other 2 nazgûl tryed to help the dwarf by killing the uruks

(There was only one Uruk, and that Uruk was Yol's character.)

The Uruk struggles to get up as his Warg whines he sees the Maia he starts walking towards him then realizes that he'll injure him if not kill him so he walks back. 

LitrÇ«nd drew Gúlúmarth and pointed it at the Uruk. 'Back! Back to the Shadow, back to your Lord.'

The Uruk lay there as he wheezes "Ple-Please I need water, and food for my Warg, my Elven brother, he cured me."

Litrǫnd slowly walked toward him, 'He . . . he speaks the truth. Talion you are a Ranger, tend to his wounds. There is something I must do.'

He steps outside of the cave and gives a sharp, clear whistle. Minutes later, a white horse, beautiful, yet powerful sprinted to LitrÇ«nd. He stroked her yellow mane. 'You are a dear friend, Glâniaur.'

She neighed proudly, and LitrÇ«nd rode off, to meet an old friend.