The Tower of Cirith Ungol
Disclaimer: The settings and characters belong to J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien. This was not written for profit, only for entertainment.
I have used descriptions from the Lord of the Rings books and movie in this fic. Frodo's image is from the movie.
The air was menacing and smelled of evil in the tower. Harry Potter looked around quietly, shivering suddenly at the malice that he felt around him. He was in a dark tower with red lamplight, and he did not recognize the place. Voldemort certainly wasn't near; his scar felt cool to touch on his forehead. He spotted a bundle of rags on the floor near him, and without thinking, he kicked it. A muffled cry came from inside.
"No, no, please!" squealed a voice.
Harry bent down quickly. Inside the rags was a small boy, yet his face was mature. His wide, startlingly bright blue eyes were full of terror, and his skin was bruised and full of welts. His hair was long, dark, and curly, and he was dirty. "Please," he whispered. "Please."
"I'm sorry," Harry told him. "I didn't know you were here. I'm really sorry I kicked you. Honest."
The blue eyes, which had been closing in a wince, snapped open. They looked at Harry's black hair, glasses, and bright green eyes, then widened. "Who are you?" He sat up and looked frantically about, as if expecting to see an army surrounding him.
"I'm—I'm Harry," Harry stuttered. "I'm a wizard."
"A wizard!" the boy (or man) exclaimed, and he cowered. "Who do you work for?"
"I…I don't work for anyone," Harry responded. "I mean, I'm just a student. Not a professional or anything. You could say I work for the light side. The good side."
The person in the rags looked relieved, but a little suspicious. "The good side…" His voice trailed off as he thought. "A student, you say? Who did you study with?"
"I study with a lot of people," said the wizard. "Different teachers for different subjects."
The blue-eyed figure looked confused. "You don't study with one leader? Many teachers instead?"
Harry nodded. "What's your name?" he asked curiously.
The being looked frightened. "Frodo," he said, and his voice faltered. "Frodo."
Harry heard footsteps coming from below. Frodo looked scared. "Hide," he commanded. "Harry, hide. Quickly!" He lay down and covered himself in the rags and watched as Harry ran into a corner and pulled out a long wooden stick.
"Ho la!" an ugly voice snarled, getting louder as the owner of it closer. "Hey there, you dunghill rat! Are you squeaking again? You better keep your mouth shut, or else you'll be in pain before the Questioner even comes. You hear me?" The footsteps stopped, waiting for an answer. Frodo did not give one. "Well," the ugly voice snarled, "I'll come up and check anyway."
Harry gripped his wand tighter as the figure came up the stairs. He didn't sound too amiable. If he hurt Frodo…
Harry's mouth unconsciously dropped open as a horrible monster entered the room through a trapdoor. It looked like a house-elf, yet it was terribly ugly and disfigured. Its teeth were yellow and crooked, and on its forehead was painted a great red eye. Harry shivered as its malice drew closer. It carried a whip and came menacingly over to Frodo.
"Stop your squeaking," it growled. "Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. I heard voices up here. And since there isn't anyone else here, it was obviously you who was talking." A boot came out and kicked the rags hard. "You hear me? Speak!"
Frodo's voice came out timidly. "Yes."
"Good," said the creature. "But I'll give you a whipping anyway. Punishment. It's good for you." It raised the whip in its hand and struck with a loud crack. Frodo whimpered in pain. "Now be quiet!" The creature raised its whip one more time, but Harry suddenly sprang out of the shadows. He pointed his wand at the creature. A closer glance revealed that it was a goblin. Harry yelled, "Stupefy!"
The spell, however, did not work. He had missed. Harry's stomach dropped in dread as the goblin came closer to him.
"What's this?" the Orc spat. "A friend? A wizard? Against the Great Eye? What insolence has entered the undefeatable land of Mordor? You," the goblin addressed Frodo. "Who is this? Answer me!"
Frodo shook his head, frightened. "No. I can't."
The Orc snarled angrily. "I'll deal with you later," he said. He turned back to Harry. "Name yourself!"
Harry took a deep, shuddering breath. "No."
The Orc came closer. "No?" he growled, and his voice was mocking. "No?"
Harry shook his head bravely. "No." He ran to Frodo and picked him up, then tried to run down the trapdoor. The Orc, however, caught them first. His whip wrapped around Harry's legs and Harry fell to the ground, injured. Frodo flinched, but lay still.
"Insolent fool," the Orc snarled. He dragged Harry into the center of the room, then picked up the hobbit and threw him down next to the wizard. "I'll get the boss to deal with you two." He struck the two prisoners each once, then went down the trapdoor and closed it. Frodo and Harry lay unconscious on the floor. Harry's wand slipped out of his hand and rolled across the room.
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The land of Mordor was still and silent, and Sam stumbled on, the Ring heavy about his neck. His one goal was to find and help his master for now. He constantly chastised himself for his actions. "You fool, Samwaise Gamgee," he told himself. "You knew he was alive! You knew it, in your heart." He shuddered as he felt the Ring calling to its master, as it had done often before, and then stopped and looked around in caution. Mordor was too empty and bare for him to feel safe at any time, even in the night. A dark cloud hung over the land always, and evil and malice filled the air. Sam shivered again, feeling his nakedness in Sauron's stronghold and the ever-roving Eye searching for his possession. Many times he felt the need to cast the Ring away, never to see it or bother with it again, but his loyalty to Frodo was too great and overcame the desire.
He looked up at the Orc tower in front of him, its red windows peering at him like a thousand Great Eyes. The Tower of Cirith Ungol. He stared desperately at the edifice, hopeless, wishing, not for the first time, that his master Frodo were here by his side. How he missed the soft, gentle smile and strength that came from his master! He was lost without his master, leaderless, stumbling into a broken land blindly, trying to complete a Quest that was not his to complete. Following his feet and heart, he walked right into an invisible wall. Its borders were two giant statues.
Sam had found the Silent Watchers.
A/N: Please review this. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: The settings and characters belong to J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien. This was not written for profit, only for entertainment.
I have used descriptions from the Lord of the Rings books and movie in this fic. Frodo's image is from the movie.
The air was menacing and smelled of evil in the tower. Harry Potter looked around quietly, shivering suddenly at the malice that he felt around him. He was in a dark tower with red lamplight, and he did not recognize the place. Voldemort certainly wasn't near; his scar felt cool to touch on his forehead. He spotted a bundle of rags on the floor near him, and without thinking, he kicked it. A muffled cry came from inside.
"No, no, please!" squealed a voice.
Harry bent down quickly. Inside the rags was a small boy, yet his face was mature. His wide, startlingly bright blue eyes were full of terror, and his skin was bruised and full of welts. His hair was long, dark, and curly, and he was dirty. "Please," he whispered. "Please."
"I'm sorry," Harry told him. "I didn't know you were here. I'm really sorry I kicked you. Honest."
The blue eyes, which had been closing in a wince, snapped open. They looked at Harry's black hair, glasses, and bright green eyes, then widened. "Who are you?" He sat up and looked frantically about, as if expecting to see an army surrounding him.
"I'm—I'm Harry," Harry stuttered. "I'm a wizard."
"A wizard!" the boy (or man) exclaimed, and he cowered. "Who do you work for?"
"I…I don't work for anyone," Harry responded. "I mean, I'm just a student. Not a professional or anything. You could say I work for the light side. The good side."
The person in the rags looked relieved, but a little suspicious. "The good side…" His voice trailed off as he thought. "A student, you say? Who did you study with?"
"I study with a lot of people," said the wizard. "Different teachers for different subjects."
The blue-eyed figure looked confused. "You don't study with one leader? Many teachers instead?"
Harry nodded. "What's your name?" he asked curiously.
The being looked frightened. "Frodo," he said, and his voice faltered. "Frodo."
Harry heard footsteps coming from below. Frodo looked scared. "Hide," he commanded. "Harry, hide. Quickly!" He lay down and covered himself in the rags and watched as Harry ran into a corner and pulled out a long wooden stick.
"Ho la!" an ugly voice snarled, getting louder as the owner of it closer. "Hey there, you dunghill rat! Are you squeaking again? You better keep your mouth shut, or else you'll be in pain before the Questioner even comes. You hear me?" The footsteps stopped, waiting for an answer. Frodo did not give one. "Well," the ugly voice snarled, "I'll come up and check anyway."
Harry gripped his wand tighter as the figure came up the stairs. He didn't sound too amiable. If he hurt Frodo…
Harry's mouth unconsciously dropped open as a horrible monster entered the room through a trapdoor. It looked like a house-elf, yet it was terribly ugly and disfigured. Its teeth were yellow and crooked, and on its forehead was painted a great red eye. Harry shivered as its malice drew closer. It carried a whip and came menacingly over to Frodo.
"Stop your squeaking," it growled. "Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. I heard voices up here. And since there isn't anyone else here, it was obviously you who was talking." A boot came out and kicked the rags hard. "You hear me? Speak!"
Frodo's voice came out timidly. "Yes."
"Good," said the creature. "But I'll give you a whipping anyway. Punishment. It's good for you." It raised the whip in its hand and struck with a loud crack. Frodo whimpered in pain. "Now be quiet!" The creature raised its whip one more time, but Harry suddenly sprang out of the shadows. He pointed his wand at the creature. A closer glance revealed that it was a goblin. Harry yelled, "Stupefy!"
The spell, however, did not work. He had missed. Harry's stomach dropped in dread as the goblin came closer to him.
"What's this?" the Orc spat. "A friend? A wizard? Against the Great Eye? What insolence has entered the undefeatable land of Mordor? You," the goblin addressed Frodo. "Who is this? Answer me!"
Frodo shook his head, frightened. "No. I can't."
The Orc snarled angrily. "I'll deal with you later," he said. He turned back to Harry. "Name yourself!"
Harry took a deep, shuddering breath. "No."
The Orc came closer. "No?" he growled, and his voice was mocking. "No?"
Harry shook his head bravely. "No." He ran to Frodo and picked him up, then tried to run down the trapdoor. The Orc, however, caught them first. His whip wrapped around Harry's legs and Harry fell to the ground, injured. Frodo flinched, but lay still.
"Insolent fool," the Orc snarled. He dragged Harry into the center of the room, then picked up the hobbit and threw him down next to the wizard. "I'll get the boss to deal with you two." He struck the two prisoners each once, then went down the trapdoor and closed it. Frodo and Harry lay unconscious on the floor. Harry's wand slipped out of his hand and rolled across the room.
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The land of Mordor was still and silent, and Sam stumbled on, the Ring heavy about his neck. His one goal was to find and help his master for now. He constantly chastised himself for his actions. "You fool, Samwaise Gamgee," he told himself. "You knew he was alive! You knew it, in your heart." He shuddered as he felt the Ring calling to its master, as it had done often before, and then stopped and looked around in caution. Mordor was too empty and bare for him to feel safe at any time, even in the night. A dark cloud hung over the land always, and evil and malice filled the air. Sam shivered again, feeling his nakedness in Sauron's stronghold and the ever-roving Eye searching for his possession. Many times he felt the need to cast the Ring away, never to see it or bother with it again, but his loyalty to Frodo was too great and overcame the desire.
He looked up at the Orc tower in front of him, its red windows peering at him like a thousand Great Eyes. The Tower of Cirith Ungol. He stared desperately at the edifice, hopeless, wishing, not for the first time, that his master Frodo were here by his side. How he missed the soft, gentle smile and strength that came from his master! He was lost without his master, leaderless, stumbling into a broken land blindly, trying to complete a Quest that was not his to complete. Following his feet and heart, he walked right into an invisible wall. Its borders were two giant statues.
Sam had found the Silent Watchers.
A/N: Please review this. Thanks for reading.