Azge stood atop a branch, much higher in the tree then any orc should be able too.  The leaves around him offered amazing camouflage with his green and grey cloak.  As he stood above the Orc camp, he shook his head in disappointment.  Attacking The Shire, it would be a massacre.  Attacking that elf is one thing, but the hobbits are all innocent of anything more mundane than drinking too much ale.  No, he had too keep the orcs outside The Shire, but how.<br/><br/>Looking across the camp, he found the commander in the middle of the clearing, no trees nearby.<br/>"If I throw a knife from here, they'll know where it came from."  Azge said to himself as he pulled out a pale bone knife, tying a note too the end.  He wrote down some instructions, looked back at the commander, then smiled.  Holding the knife by the blade he tossed it upwards in a wide arc, so that it fell almost directly down on the commander.<br/>In particular his sword hand.<br/>Oh, that guy really knows how to scream.  It was justified though.  One moment you're issuing a command to invade a defenseless community's the next a bone knifes in your hand.  No warning, no glare, not even the sound of it flying through the air.  Just suddenly hand in knife.  Azge hadn't bothered to clean it either since the last he used it so it would likely get infected.<br/>The worse part by far was likely the note.<br/>"Don't enter The Shire, set up a perimeter, let them come to you.  The Shadowpoint."<br/>Some people have ignored those notes before.  Some people have turned up with their insides not so true to their name.