A/N:

Sorry about the lack of updating :/ I've been busy... Uh... Surviving life?

Also Hana, I didn't take your wisdom as a flame but rather constructive criticism. If you're worried about how I acted before *cough* the whole We're in Middle Earth ordeal *cough* don't worry, because I'm more mature. And smart-ish. And not as angry. Okay, that last one was a lie :P

Chapter 21. Ponies!

*Third Person's POV*

The Orc carrying Sophie grumbled to the one next to him that had been snickering in Orcish, "Tha girl is heavier than she looks."

The other Orc rolled his eyes. "Yea, sure. I'm pretty sure a small lil' girl is heavy."

"We'll make camp here!" the leader snarled.

The Orc who was carrying Sophie dropped her on the ground carelessly. She narrowed her eyes at the Orc and thought about how lucky it was dark and how he couldn't see her death glare.

Stupid Saruman. Stupid Orcs. Stupid smelly odor. Stupid everything. Sophie thought bitterly.

"Get a fire going!" the leader roared.

The Orc from before hissed to the other, "Let's go get some wood."

With that they grabbed some axes and walked over to a forest and started to chop the wood.

Sophie winced and wiggled her way towards Merry and Pippin. They were placed on the other side of camp and wasn't not exactly easy to worm your way around a whole bunch of starving orcs and Uruks. When she got over to them they were talking about walking and talking trees.

"Trees that could whisper, talk to each other. They could even move." Merry whispered.

"I'm starving," an orc complained. "We ain't had anything but maggoty bread of three stinking days!"

"Yeah!" another piped up. "Why can't we have some meat?" Everyone looked at us and I inched away. "What about them? They're fresh."

Sophie gulped nervously and looked around frantically. If the Orcs did come towards her she wanted to be prepared. However she doubted that she would actually be able to defend herself with her legs and hands bound.

"They are not for eating!" the captain snarled.

"What about their legs?" the orc from before asked. "They don't need those. Oh! They look tasty!"

Sophie looked at her short and skinny legs. A sick feeling went through her and she shivered. For them, eating her legs would be like me eating pretzels.

"Get back, scum!" the captain growled, pulling the orc back. "The prisoners go to Saruman alive and unspoiled."

"Alive? Why alive?" Well, what would he want with dead people? Sophie thought, rolling her eyes. "Do they give a good sport?"

"They have something. An elvish weapon. The master wants it for war." His lips curled up. "Just look at this."

Sophie looked at what he was holding and stopped herself from throwing a tantrum. He was showing off her bow, her Galadriel bow that she had just got along with its arrows! In the back of her mind she started to plan their deaths and most involved her shooting an arrow through their heads.

"Just a mouthful off the flank…"

Merry covered her mouth from a scream as the captain cut off the orc's head.

"How can it just do that?" Sophie whispered. "I know some people get on my nerves but I don't kill them! My God!"

"Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!" the captain shouted.

"Let's go!" Merry hissed.

They started crawling towards the forest but Sophie stopped and wiggled over to a blade. She cut the rope bonding her wrists and ankles and gingerly rubbed them. Then she looked over and saw an orc towering over Pippin.

"Pippin!" she cried.

Then a spear went through the beast, narrowly missing the hobbit. Pippin pushed him off of him just to see a horse on top of him.

"PIPPIN!" Sophie screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Get behind the rocks!" Boromir shouted.

Kitty and Moon immediately ducked behind the rocks closest to them. Legolas and Boromir joined Kitty at her rock and Aragorn and Gimli at Moon's. Being curious as ever, Kitty peeked her head over the rocks and fell back.

A giant group of horses with big men on them were coming at them. It sounded like really loud thunder. To her horror, it looked like they were going to trample the rocks and kill them.

"Is this going to work?" she squeaked.

"We're gonna be squashed like tomatoes!" Moon wailed.

Legolas yanked Kitty towards him for she was going towards Aragorn, Gimli and Moon as the riders went right past him. She let out silent screams and pushed against Legolas' chest, trying to get as far away from them as possible. Her fists clenched the long grass until her knuckles were white.

Aragorn stood up and shouted loudly, "Riders of Rohan! What news do you bring from the Mark?"

Kitty let out a terrified scream that Legolas unsuccessfully tried to muffle with his hand. The Riders of Rohan were coming back at them at full speed. Moon glanced worriedly at Kitty hoping she wouldn't faint.

That's EXACTLY what we need right now, she thought sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes when she saw Legolas keeping her steady on her feet. She was scared too when they surrounded them. She was actually shaking a little. Boromir put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and she stopped shaking.

"What business does an elf, two men, a dwarf and two girls have in the Riddermark?" a man with a deep voice demanded. "Speak quickly!"

Gimli said gruffly, "Give me your name, horsemaster, and I shall give you mine."

The man, who Kitty and Moon assumed to be Èomer, got off his horse. He was a little taller than Boromir and towered over the dwarf who acted like he could care less.

"I would cut of your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground." Èomer snarled.

Kitty let out a yelp as Legolas pulled out his bow notched an arrow, pointing it at Èomer. His eyes were narrowed in anger as he spat out, "You would die before your stroke fell."

Aragorn pushed Legolas' arm down but he continued glaring at Èomer. Èomer glared at Legolas. It was a very intense glaring session.

"Greetings, Èomer." Boromir said, nodding his head. "It is I, Boromir of Gondor. These are my companions Aragorn son of Arathorn, Gimli son of Gloín, and Legolas of Mirkwood."

The spears were lowered much to Moon's relief. One was so close to her face that she was absolutely still, taking shallow breathes.

Èomer took off his helmet and Kitty hid her blushing face behind Legolas. Èomer was actually quite hot in her opinion. He didn't look weird like the actor who played him in the movies with the split mustache and big nostrils. He had thick dirty blonde hair to his shoulders and deep brown eyes. His scruffiness was like Boromir's except a tiny bit less. He was broad and muscled and dirty. Not really Kitty's type but she felt oddly attracted to his manliness.

He put his big hand on Boromir's shoulder, grinning. "It is good to see a friendly face." Then he looked at Kitty and Moon. "You never mentioned who they are."

He looks so yummy when he smile-grins, Kitty thought, blushing harder.

"I'm Moon and that's Kitty," Moon stated.

Èomer looked at Moon and looked over Legolas' shoulder at Kitty. She composed herself and walked from behind him and stuck her hand out.

"Nice to meet you," she said, a smile plastered on her face.

Really? Her mind screamed at her. That's the best you can do? COME ON!

Then she quickly added, "My name's Katherine or Kitty for short. But I really prefer Kitty over Katherine. Katherine is too much of a mouthful—"

"Yes, we get it," Moon interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Can we get on with this now?"

Kitty's face flushed again and she returned to her spot behind Legolas. She was mentally screaming at herself for babbling on and on about herself. You do not do that.

Aye, Manwathiel, Amaniel groaned in Kitty's head. You need to learn to speak less.

HEY! Kitty thought back, offended.

"Théoden is ill," Èomer said, frowning. "The reason is unnatural,"

"What has happened?" Aragorn inquired.

Èomer scowled. "Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over this land. My company is those loyal to Rohan. And for that, we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there they say, as an old man, hooded and cloaked."

Kitty covered Moon's mouth with her hand for her friend was going to blurt out Gandalf. Moon removed Kitty's hand and frowned.

"We are no spies." Aragorn reassured. "We track a band of Uruk-Hai westward across the plains. They have taken three of our friends' captive."

Èomer spoke gravely. "The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them in the night."

"But there were two hobbits and a girl. You did see them?" Gimli demanded.

"The hobbits would be small, only children to your eyes." Aragorn commented.

"The girl is young like these two but she is rather short with short blonde hair and blue eyes." Boromir added.

Èomer shook his head. "We left none alive."

Moon shook with fury as she walked towards him. Sure, he would miss the hobbits, but Sophie? Sophie would scream at the slaughtering last night! I would be impossible to not notice her!

"How can you miss a teenager?" she cried, her eyes blazing. "A freaking human for crying out loud! What are you, blind?"

Èomer's eyes narrowed. "I would hold your tongue, Lady Moon. That shouting of yours will get you in deep trouble."

The nerve of that guy! Moon wanted to scream.

"She is sorry," Boromir said.

Moon narrowed her eyes and grumbled under her breath, "Yeah. Sure."

Èomer let out a small breath and motioned to where dark smoke was rising into the air. "We piled the carcasses and burned them."

"Dead?" Gimli asked blankly.

Èomer nodded. "I am sorry,"

*Kitty's POV*

Sophie and the hobbits are fine. Amaniel told me. Do not fret. I am more worried on how you are going to mount a horse.

I stared up at Arod with wide eyes, oblivious of Èomer and his men leaving. It wasn't that I disliked horses; it's just that I can't ride them. At my grandma's I didn't go faster than a trot. It hurt my bum.

"I'm not sure of this," I said, taking a step back.

Legolas gave me a smile. "It will be fine."

Legolas mounted the horse easily and I let out a deep breath. I could do this. I gingerly stepped towards the horse and gripped onto Legolas. I put one foot on the foot loopy thingy and tried to pull myself up.

I ultimately failed.

I let out a scream as I fell backwards and I fell into Aragorn's arms. The ranger knew I was going to fall.

"Do you require assistance?" he asked.

I let out a huff and unhooked my foot. I stood up and put my foot back on the thingy and held onto Legolas' shoulder again. Aragorn made sure I didn't fall as I climbed onto the saddle.

"See? It is not that bad." Legolas chirped cheekily.

"Shut up, elf," I snapped. Legolas started making the horse move forward and I held around Legolas' waist immediately and buried my face into his cloak. "STOP!"

Legolas stopped. "What is the matter?"

"It moves all bumpy and I'm going to fall off."

I heard him laugh. "You will not fall off as long as you hold on."

Then the horse started moving again and my grip tightened. I looked out and saw everything moving like in a car. A living car that didn't have seatbelts. Or doors. Or a proper and comfy seat.

Oh dear God.

I am going to die.

As you can see Kitty doesn't hang around horses a lot anymore (nonetheless ride them)

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