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Pippin tried to move over to help Boromir, but a big orch blocked his way. Boromir were pierced with several arrows, but not yet dead. He struggled to get over and help the man who protected them so bravely with his own life, but a pair of strong arms gripped him from behind and picked him out, causing the hobbit to let out a small gasp of pain as the orch threw him over his shoulder. Pippin looked around, trying to find Merry, but there were only orchs blocking his sight.
The orchs started to run, and Pippin were bouncing on the big orch's back like a bag of potatoes. He made a silent wish Merry had found his way back to Strider and the others, but those hopes were shattered when he caught a glimpse of the other hobbit, bouncing like himself, but he seemed unconscious, and had a gash on his forehead, right above his eyebrow.
Pippin looked around him. They were completely surrounded by orchs, many orchs but they were different from the ones he had seen before. These were bigger, and something he hadn't noticed before, they were running in the sunlight.
'Highly inappropriate' He thought, quoting old Lobelia Sackville-Baggins while talking about Uncle Bilbos adventures with Gandalf and the dwarfs. 'Maybe this is a different kind of orchs.' (A/N I know there were both Uruk- hai and regular orchs in the book, but what the hell...not in this story.)
They seemed to be travelling through a wide-open landscape but on the left there was a dark forest. Pippin thought it to be Fangorn, the living forest of the Ents. But then again, he had only studied the maps briefly in Rivendell, so he was not absolutely sure. He suddenly remembered the rest of the fellowship, and that they might come and save Merry and himself. He tried to loose the small brooch that the elves had given to him, and longingly, he saw it become smaller and smaller. Surprisingly, it had landed next to the orchs trail, so they wouldn't step on it. That was good, since it would be more visible that way.
After a while, they were put down on the ground. He looked around to see Merry, but since his arms and legs were bound, he couldn't move so much as he'd like to. Anyway, after a long time of twisting and turning, he could finally see Merry. He were still unconscious, but he were quite close, so if he woke up, they could talk.
*If* he woke up. Fear struck Pippin. Why would the orchs care if a hobbit lived or died? He didn't know how serious the wound was, but maybe he could find out. He moved a little closer, a few centimetres at a time, carefully so the orchs wouldn't detect him. When he got close enough, he had a better look on the gash. It didn't look serious, certainly not deadly, but what if there were other injuries, that he couldn't see? He rolled on his back, waiting for something to happen.
'...hungry.' Pippin heard voices and listened carefully to what they were saying.
'Shut up, Grischnak! You can eat when we return to Isengard. Now, you shall run, and you can eat the food in your bag.'
'I'm tired of that food, and many others agree with me. Why not kill the prisoners and eat them? We would run faster if we could have some meat.'
'Orders! I am the leader of the Uruk-hai, I am the great Ugluk! Apparently, one of these two has got something Saruman want's, something we could have good use for in the war. Our orders are to hand the prisoners over to Saruman, alive and unspoiled. Do you understand?'
The one called Grischnak muttered something affirmative while disappointed leaving the one called Ugluk alone.
'They think we have the ring!' Pippin thought, suddenly filled with joy. 'Now the others can walk uninterrupted toward Mordor, until they realise we don't have it. Pippin shuddered, imagining what the orchs would do, when that realisation hit them. Then Ugluk wouldn't mind about Grischnak eating them. Or worse!
Suddenly, he saw Grischnak returning with a small band of orchs. They looked quite angry and were walking towards Ugluk. He rose and stood tall in front of them. Pippin heard an orch who stood quite close to him mutter something.
'Uglúk u bagronk sha pushdug Saruman-glob bûbhosh skai'
Ugluk had apparently heard him, and were moving quickly against him.
'How dare you speak ill of your masters? You shall pay!' And with that, Ugluk stabbed him three times, and the orch fell down on Pippin, making it hard for the hobbit to breath. He could hear a battle were forming, some of the orchs were obviously tired of following Ugluks orders. He flinched as the dead orchs knife scratched his bare arm, but suddenly saw a chance. He started to pull his arms back and forward against the knife, until he could feel that the rope were torn. He hid it carefully so no one would see. They would tie it again and punish him for trying to escape.
The battle went on for a couple of minutes until it went quiet. Pippin wished someone would notice him under the big orch, since he had some breathing problems. But no one noticed him, and after a while, he tried to get out by himself. Then someone must have seen the lifeless body moving, cause Pippin heard heavy steps approaching. The body was thrown away.
'So you dare to move yourself, little one? Very, very, dangerous. You don't know what we could do to you once we get back to Isengard, do you? I don't want to hear anymore from you. Do like your companion and be quiet. Oh I forgot, he blacked out, didn't he? Couldn't handle a small scratch?' The orch, who happened to be Ugluk laughed a throaty laugh and turned away from him.
'Wait!' As soon as the words left his lips he regretted them. Sure he wanted to know if Merry would be okay, but Ugluk could notice his hands were free. It was too late now anyway? He cleared his throat and steadied his voice as the big Uruk-hai leaned in closer to him. Pippin could feel the awful smell of his breath, but ignored it.
'I want to know the condition of my companion.' He wanted to sound professional, but too late realised that might have sounded to demanding for Ugluk. But the Orch just smiled.
'Oh, so you're worried about him. How touching! Well, for being so small you have a great courage to put demands on me, so I'll humour you. Your friend will be fine, we wouldn't want him to die, in case we would have to use some torture on you. That would be so much more fun than just letting him die out here, wouldn't it? You don't have to worry about your friend dying. You should worry about your friend-and yourself living!'
His answer left Pippin shuddering at the thought about the torture they'd have to endure. At least he hadn't seen the torn rope. A smelly orch came and picked him up.
'Seems like it's time to hit the road again' he thought sarcastically. He saw that Merry were picked up by another orch and they had at least a dozen orchs between them when the run began. He kept looking around him, just in case they could escape, and needed to go the same way back again. Day turned into night, and he couldn't see much anymore, but he nevertheless kept watching.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally came to the next resting place. It was a hill, and the orch threw him to the ground. A minute later, Merry were thrown next to him. The blonde hobbit were still unconscious, but Pippin could have sworn he heard a moan when he hit the ground. Pippin continued to stare out in the black night. Sleep was out of the question, he were far to worried and scared to do that. He watched his arms, and tried to make a loose knot of the rope. Then he closed his eyes. If he couldn't sleep, at least he could rest a bit.
'Pippin?' He heard a weak voice and opened his eyes.
Merry was awake!
A/N This is my first attempt at LOtR fanfic, and I don't know if it's good. Please review and tell me! Now I sleep...zzzz zzzz zzzz. And I know this is short and it only took you a few minutes to read, but it took me a few hours to write, so please don't kill me...
Wanted: A friendly beta-reader who isn't too mean to me when I do things wrong.
Salary: Well, the salary is the story you read will be much better...
If anyone is interested, tell me by mailing to ensign.natasja@telia.com.
Pippin tried to move over to help Boromir, but a big orch blocked his way. Boromir were pierced with several arrows, but not yet dead. He struggled to get over and help the man who protected them so bravely with his own life, but a pair of strong arms gripped him from behind and picked him out, causing the hobbit to let out a small gasp of pain as the orch threw him over his shoulder. Pippin looked around, trying to find Merry, but there were only orchs blocking his sight.
The orchs started to run, and Pippin were bouncing on the big orch's back like a bag of potatoes. He made a silent wish Merry had found his way back to Strider and the others, but those hopes were shattered when he caught a glimpse of the other hobbit, bouncing like himself, but he seemed unconscious, and had a gash on his forehead, right above his eyebrow.
Pippin looked around him. They were completely surrounded by orchs, many orchs but they were different from the ones he had seen before. These were bigger, and something he hadn't noticed before, they were running in the sunlight.
'Highly inappropriate' He thought, quoting old Lobelia Sackville-Baggins while talking about Uncle Bilbos adventures with Gandalf and the dwarfs. 'Maybe this is a different kind of orchs.' (A/N I know there were both Uruk- hai and regular orchs in the book, but what the hell...not in this story.)
They seemed to be travelling through a wide-open landscape but on the left there was a dark forest. Pippin thought it to be Fangorn, the living forest of the Ents. But then again, he had only studied the maps briefly in Rivendell, so he was not absolutely sure. He suddenly remembered the rest of the fellowship, and that they might come and save Merry and himself. He tried to loose the small brooch that the elves had given to him, and longingly, he saw it become smaller and smaller. Surprisingly, it had landed next to the orchs trail, so they wouldn't step on it. That was good, since it would be more visible that way.
After a while, they were put down on the ground. He looked around to see Merry, but since his arms and legs were bound, he couldn't move so much as he'd like to. Anyway, after a long time of twisting and turning, he could finally see Merry. He were still unconscious, but he were quite close, so if he woke up, they could talk.
*If* he woke up. Fear struck Pippin. Why would the orchs care if a hobbit lived or died? He didn't know how serious the wound was, but maybe he could find out. He moved a little closer, a few centimetres at a time, carefully so the orchs wouldn't detect him. When he got close enough, he had a better look on the gash. It didn't look serious, certainly not deadly, but what if there were other injuries, that he couldn't see? He rolled on his back, waiting for something to happen.
'...hungry.' Pippin heard voices and listened carefully to what they were saying.
'Shut up, Grischnak! You can eat when we return to Isengard. Now, you shall run, and you can eat the food in your bag.'
'I'm tired of that food, and many others agree with me. Why not kill the prisoners and eat them? We would run faster if we could have some meat.'
'Orders! I am the leader of the Uruk-hai, I am the great Ugluk! Apparently, one of these two has got something Saruman want's, something we could have good use for in the war. Our orders are to hand the prisoners over to Saruman, alive and unspoiled. Do you understand?'
The one called Grischnak muttered something affirmative while disappointed leaving the one called Ugluk alone.
'They think we have the ring!' Pippin thought, suddenly filled with joy. 'Now the others can walk uninterrupted toward Mordor, until they realise we don't have it. Pippin shuddered, imagining what the orchs would do, when that realisation hit them. Then Ugluk wouldn't mind about Grischnak eating them. Or worse!
Suddenly, he saw Grischnak returning with a small band of orchs. They looked quite angry and were walking towards Ugluk. He rose and stood tall in front of them. Pippin heard an orch who stood quite close to him mutter something.
'Uglúk u bagronk sha pushdug Saruman-glob bûbhosh skai'
Ugluk had apparently heard him, and were moving quickly against him.
'How dare you speak ill of your masters? You shall pay!' And with that, Ugluk stabbed him three times, and the orch fell down on Pippin, making it hard for the hobbit to breath. He could hear a battle were forming, some of the orchs were obviously tired of following Ugluks orders. He flinched as the dead orchs knife scratched his bare arm, but suddenly saw a chance. He started to pull his arms back and forward against the knife, until he could feel that the rope were torn. He hid it carefully so no one would see. They would tie it again and punish him for trying to escape.
The battle went on for a couple of minutes until it went quiet. Pippin wished someone would notice him under the big orch, since he had some breathing problems. But no one noticed him, and after a while, he tried to get out by himself. Then someone must have seen the lifeless body moving, cause Pippin heard heavy steps approaching. The body was thrown away.
'So you dare to move yourself, little one? Very, very, dangerous. You don't know what we could do to you once we get back to Isengard, do you? I don't want to hear anymore from you. Do like your companion and be quiet. Oh I forgot, he blacked out, didn't he? Couldn't handle a small scratch?' The orch, who happened to be Ugluk laughed a throaty laugh and turned away from him.
'Wait!' As soon as the words left his lips he regretted them. Sure he wanted to know if Merry would be okay, but Ugluk could notice his hands were free. It was too late now anyway? He cleared his throat and steadied his voice as the big Uruk-hai leaned in closer to him. Pippin could feel the awful smell of his breath, but ignored it.
'I want to know the condition of my companion.' He wanted to sound professional, but too late realised that might have sounded to demanding for Ugluk. But the Orch just smiled.
'Oh, so you're worried about him. How touching! Well, for being so small you have a great courage to put demands on me, so I'll humour you. Your friend will be fine, we wouldn't want him to die, in case we would have to use some torture on you. That would be so much more fun than just letting him die out here, wouldn't it? You don't have to worry about your friend dying. You should worry about your friend-and yourself living!'
His answer left Pippin shuddering at the thought about the torture they'd have to endure. At least he hadn't seen the torn rope. A smelly orch came and picked him up.
'Seems like it's time to hit the road again' he thought sarcastically. He saw that Merry were picked up by another orch and they had at least a dozen orchs between them when the run began. He kept looking around him, just in case they could escape, and needed to go the same way back again. Day turned into night, and he couldn't see much anymore, but he nevertheless kept watching.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally came to the next resting place. It was a hill, and the orch threw him to the ground. A minute later, Merry were thrown next to him. The blonde hobbit were still unconscious, but Pippin could have sworn he heard a moan when he hit the ground. Pippin continued to stare out in the black night. Sleep was out of the question, he were far to worried and scared to do that. He watched his arms, and tried to make a loose knot of the rope. Then he closed his eyes. If he couldn't sleep, at least he could rest a bit.
'Pippin?' He heard a weak voice and opened his eyes.
Merry was awake!
A/N This is my first attempt at LOtR fanfic, and I don't know if it's good. Please review and tell me! Now I sleep...zzzz zzzz zzzz. And I know this is short and it only took you a few minutes to read, but it took me a few hours to write, so please don't kill me...