SEPARATED AT FANGORN
Alternate Universe - This is another of those orc rape fics. - Nothing too graphic. PG-13 Thank you to Amaryllis Sweetwater for her attentive and expert guidance as my Beta and to Llinos for graciously allowing me to steal like crazy from her. (Thanks to Kookaburra for pushing me to write this and Shirebound for valuable insights)
None of these characters belong to me. All belong to JRR Tolkien. I'm just another obsessed fan. *********************************************************************** PROLOGUE
As Merry rode along, seated behind Aragorn, he sadly reflected on the last nine days. Had it only been that long? It seemed a lifetime since he had been separated from Pippin. Merry thought of how they had crawled together in the dark, away from the battle between the Riders of Rohan and the orcs. He had crawled as fast as was possible considering the state he was in. When he reached the forest and was able to stand he discovered Pippin was no longer behind him. At first he had thought Pippin had lost him in the dark, reasoning that Pippin would make for the forest also.
But after searching for him, Merry began to panic. He had run blindly calling Pippin's name. Eventually he had met Treebeard who, after convincing him Pippin would be found by an ent and protected if he was, indeed, in the forest, had bore Merry away.
Eventually, Merry had arrived at Isengard with Treebeard and the other ents. It was there, while digging through the guardrooms in search of food, he had found it. Unmistakenably, it was Pippin's jacket lying in a corner, torn and bloody. Merry then knew what had become of Pippin. He collapsed in grief, unable to believe what in his heart he knew must be true. Of course, he searched every inch of Isengard, so afraid of what he might find. But he found no other indication that Pippin had been there, and when the remainder of the fellowship arrived, he showed them the jacket and, in their eyes, he could see their hopelessness, the belief that Pippin was truly gone.
He had heard bits of Aragorn and Gandalf's whispered conversation. They were concerned with what information might have been culled from Pippin by Saruman. Merry could not bear to speculate on what foul measures would have been used. When Gandalf confronted Saruman, he denied ever having a hobbit prisoner. Merry was surprised when they walked away and Gandalf seemed much relieved. Gandalf seemed fairly certain Saruman somehow gained little to no information from Pippin.
Merry felt like a traitor by leaving; perhaps there was a chance Pippin would turn up. He hadn't wanted to leave and Aragorn had talked long and hard to convince him. Treebeard had promised to watch out for the little hobbit and feed him ent draughts if he was found. But Merry knew nobody really held out any hope.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Now Merry silently rode with Theoden King and his host, his forehead pressed against Aragorn's back, unable to meet the pitying glances. Dimly, he heard a horse galloping up and pull to a stop before their party. It was a scout reporting back.
"Your lordship, we have spotted a lone orc on foot. We can easily slay it but it appears to be carrying a child on its back." Merry looked up dumbly at this news.
"A child!" exclaimed Aragorn and Gandalf. Legolas quickly rode Arod to the forefront and frowned in concentration as he viewed the figure in the distance. He could see a lone figure surrounded by riders kicking up dust.
"That is no child but a hobbit!" he called back and set out quickly towards the dust cloud.
"Call off your men, call off your men!" Gimli called back. Gandalf quickly leapt forward on Shadowfax, the rest following as quickly as possible across the grassy plain.
As they approached the orc they could see the foul beast snarling and looking wildly around like a cornered animal. He held a sword in one hand and waved it menacingly. Merry looked frantically for Pippin.
"Oh no, Legolas is mistaken. I don't see anyone else." He shielded his eyes from the sun for a better view. But as Hasufel slowed to a trot he could make out an extra pair of little legs behind the orc. Before they had even stopped Merry was struggling wildly attempting to get down to the ground. He felt he just had to get to Pippin.
Aragorn put out a hand to hold him back. "Merry wait" he commanded. Merry called out Pippin's name but stopped struggling. He clung to Aragorn's back and impatiently waited, gasping.
Aragorn was now beside Gandalf. "We must move slowly. We do not want this orc to panic and hurt his hostage." Aragorn kept his grip on Merry's arm.
"Theoden, tell your horsemen to pull back." Gandalf commanded. The fellowship, along with Theoden and Eomer, slowly dismounted. Aragorn lowered Merry to the ground where Gandalf clasped him on the shoulder to make sure Merry stayed put and did not bolt for Pippin.
The orc growled. He held one arm down to the rear, as if he was holding the small body back. Aragorn held up his hands and slowly walked through the churning dust towards the orc. "Give up the hobbit before things go ill for you."
"Pugh, too late, I am already surrounded by white skins." The orc grunted in the common tongue.
"We will not harm you, we only want the halfling." Aragorn calmly assured him, stopping five feet away.
"The halfling is mine." The orc growled at Aragorn. They still could not see Pippin.
"You cannot keep him and you would be worsted if you oppose us, you are greatly outnumbered." Aragorn said sternly.
A small head poked around the orc's waist. They only got a glimpse of a curly brown top and eyes before he pulled back. The orc laughed, "what if he does not want you?" With that he grabbed Pippin by the arm and pulled him out from behind him. Pippin immediately latched onto the orc's leg with one arm. He looked terrified.
There was a collective gasp from the fellowship. Pippin was filthy with his hair sticking out in all directions. Even from a distance away, some of the crusted dirt on his face looked suspiously like bruises. He was dressed only in his cloak and a filthy half of a blanket tied around his waist to cover him.
Merry gave a cry and jumped to run to Pippin. Gandalf tightened his hold on Merry urgently saying "wait! Something is not right." The orc had released Pippin but yet he clung to his leg.
"He does not want you, he is an orc now and wants only to be with me." The orc called.
"That is not possible, he is a hobbit! What have you done to him?" Merry cried out.
"Smakafsog gaduhend lab auga jashat uruk kjani!" Pippin called loudly.
The orc laughed, "he says he will cut out your eyes for orc food."
There was stunned silence. Pippin speaking Orcish, now that was unnerving. The men stood there stumped.
Alternate Universe - This is another of those orc rape fics. - Nothing too graphic. PG-13 Thank you to Amaryllis Sweetwater for her attentive and expert guidance as my Beta and to Llinos for graciously allowing me to steal like crazy from her. (Thanks to Kookaburra for pushing me to write this and Shirebound for valuable insights)
None of these characters belong to me. All belong to JRR Tolkien. I'm just another obsessed fan. *********************************************************************** PROLOGUE
As Merry rode along, seated behind Aragorn, he sadly reflected on the last nine days. Had it only been that long? It seemed a lifetime since he had been separated from Pippin. Merry thought of how they had crawled together in the dark, away from the battle between the Riders of Rohan and the orcs. He had crawled as fast as was possible considering the state he was in. When he reached the forest and was able to stand he discovered Pippin was no longer behind him. At first he had thought Pippin had lost him in the dark, reasoning that Pippin would make for the forest also.
But after searching for him, Merry began to panic. He had run blindly calling Pippin's name. Eventually he had met Treebeard who, after convincing him Pippin would be found by an ent and protected if he was, indeed, in the forest, had bore Merry away.
Eventually, Merry had arrived at Isengard with Treebeard and the other ents. It was there, while digging through the guardrooms in search of food, he had found it. Unmistakenably, it was Pippin's jacket lying in a corner, torn and bloody. Merry then knew what had become of Pippin. He collapsed in grief, unable to believe what in his heart he knew must be true. Of course, he searched every inch of Isengard, so afraid of what he might find. But he found no other indication that Pippin had been there, and when the remainder of the fellowship arrived, he showed them the jacket and, in their eyes, he could see their hopelessness, the belief that Pippin was truly gone.
He had heard bits of Aragorn and Gandalf's whispered conversation. They were concerned with what information might have been culled from Pippin by Saruman. Merry could not bear to speculate on what foul measures would have been used. When Gandalf confronted Saruman, he denied ever having a hobbit prisoner. Merry was surprised when they walked away and Gandalf seemed much relieved. Gandalf seemed fairly certain Saruman somehow gained little to no information from Pippin.
Merry felt like a traitor by leaving; perhaps there was a chance Pippin would turn up. He hadn't wanted to leave and Aragorn had talked long and hard to convince him. Treebeard had promised to watch out for the little hobbit and feed him ent draughts if he was found. But Merry knew nobody really held out any hope.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Now Merry silently rode with Theoden King and his host, his forehead pressed against Aragorn's back, unable to meet the pitying glances. Dimly, he heard a horse galloping up and pull to a stop before their party. It was a scout reporting back.
"Your lordship, we have spotted a lone orc on foot. We can easily slay it but it appears to be carrying a child on its back." Merry looked up dumbly at this news.
"A child!" exclaimed Aragorn and Gandalf. Legolas quickly rode Arod to the forefront and frowned in concentration as he viewed the figure in the distance. He could see a lone figure surrounded by riders kicking up dust.
"That is no child but a hobbit!" he called back and set out quickly towards the dust cloud.
"Call off your men, call off your men!" Gimli called back. Gandalf quickly leapt forward on Shadowfax, the rest following as quickly as possible across the grassy plain.
As they approached the orc they could see the foul beast snarling and looking wildly around like a cornered animal. He held a sword in one hand and waved it menacingly. Merry looked frantically for Pippin.
"Oh no, Legolas is mistaken. I don't see anyone else." He shielded his eyes from the sun for a better view. But as Hasufel slowed to a trot he could make out an extra pair of little legs behind the orc. Before they had even stopped Merry was struggling wildly attempting to get down to the ground. He felt he just had to get to Pippin.
Aragorn put out a hand to hold him back. "Merry wait" he commanded. Merry called out Pippin's name but stopped struggling. He clung to Aragorn's back and impatiently waited, gasping.
Aragorn was now beside Gandalf. "We must move slowly. We do not want this orc to panic and hurt his hostage." Aragorn kept his grip on Merry's arm.
"Theoden, tell your horsemen to pull back." Gandalf commanded. The fellowship, along with Theoden and Eomer, slowly dismounted. Aragorn lowered Merry to the ground where Gandalf clasped him on the shoulder to make sure Merry stayed put and did not bolt for Pippin.
The orc growled. He held one arm down to the rear, as if he was holding the small body back. Aragorn held up his hands and slowly walked through the churning dust towards the orc. "Give up the hobbit before things go ill for you."
"Pugh, too late, I am already surrounded by white skins." The orc grunted in the common tongue.
"We will not harm you, we only want the halfling." Aragorn calmly assured him, stopping five feet away.
"The halfling is mine." The orc growled at Aragorn. They still could not see Pippin.
"You cannot keep him and you would be worsted if you oppose us, you are greatly outnumbered." Aragorn said sternly.
A small head poked around the orc's waist. They only got a glimpse of a curly brown top and eyes before he pulled back. The orc laughed, "what if he does not want you?" With that he grabbed Pippin by the arm and pulled him out from behind him. Pippin immediately latched onto the orc's leg with one arm. He looked terrified.
There was a collective gasp from the fellowship. Pippin was filthy with his hair sticking out in all directions. Even from a distance away, some of the crusted dirt on his face looked suspiously like bruises. He was dressed only in his cloak and a filthy half of a blanket tied around his waist to cover him.
Merry gave a cry and jumped to run to Pippin. Gandalf tightened his hold on Merry urgently saying "wait! Something is not right." The orc had released Pippin but yet he clung to his leg.
"He does not want you, he is an orc now and wants only to be with me." The orc called.
"That is not possible, he is a hobbit! What have you done to him?" Merry cried out.
"Smakafsog gaduhend lab auga jashat uruk kjani!" Pippin called loudly.
The orc laughed, "he says he will cut out your eyes for orc food."
There was stunned silence. Pippin speaking Orcish, now that was unnerving. The men stood there stumped.