Chapter 28

When Aragorn woke up, he had an enormous headache. What had happened and where did that horrible pain in his head come from? The ranger felt a hard, cold stone floor beneath himself and the question came directly where he was, please. The man sat up with a groan and the throbbing pain in his head became even more intense. He slowly remembered. The orc attack. He had seen Boromir and Gimli go down, losing sight of the hobbits and Legolas in battle. The orcs had knocked out both the dwarf and the Gondor man, and Aragorn strongly believed that the same thing had happened to him. But it confused him. Why hadn't the orcs killed them? Not that the ranger wanted to complain about it, but it felt very strange.

The man blinked a few times and found himself in a small, dark room. Great. A cell. His companions were also on the ground and slowly came to. Aragorn tried to get up, but his legs didn't. So the ranger stayed with a frustrated groan and used the time to examine his companions more closely. They all obviously had the same problem as the human. Enormous and exploding headache.

"What is that ugly place?", came the angry voice of Gimli as the hobbits scared around. Legolas also sat up and worry grew in Aragorn. Hopefully, the elf's wound hadn't opened again. Sure, she had healed well but hadn't completely disappeared. The prince leaned against the stone wall.

"Isengard." All eyes widened in horror. The man's heart paused for a moment. Isengard?! They would never get out of here alive. This also seemed to be clear to the hobbits because their eyes were full of panic and fear. Aragorn tried to calm him down for them.

"Okay, that makes it difficult," Boromir murmured, looking at Legolas. "Are you really sure?" The elf rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Would I say it if I wasn't absolutely sure? There is no place in Middle-earth where there is so much darkness. Except maybe Mordor." Gimli rolled his eyes too. "In other words, we're almost dead." The ranger bit his lip. This conversation didn't really help calm the hobbits, which were already trembling with fear.

"Now there are no hasty conclusions. So far, we've always gotten out of everything, no matter how hopeless it seemed." For this statement, the ranger got an evil look from Boromir, which at the same time reflected unbelief.

"No hasty conclusions?! Aragorn, we are in Isengard! Saruman lives here! All orcs are created here!" Aragorn sighed softly. He knew Boromir was right. They were in the place of absolute evil. Legolas leaned heavily against the wall.

"I only feel darkness. But there is also something unknown and known at the same time. I just don't know what it is." "Oh, great, oh so great elf. It doesn't help us at all!", commented Gimli and glared at the elven Prince, whom the beautiful warrior returned. The ranger realized that everything was going in the wrong direction.

"It's enough now! Arguing and hypothesing really doesn't get us anywhere! We have to think about what we're going to do and how we can get out of here! We can only do this if we stick together. We are a fellowship. We should protect us, be there for each other and not fight in difficult times." Fortunately, his words had the desired effect and it fell silent. At the next moment, Aragorn thought of something and his heart stopped with terror. The ring! Where the hell was the ring?! If Saruman had it, everything would be lost!

"Frodo, do you have the ring?!", asked the human in panic and immediately fearful looks turned to Frodo, who immediately panicked his neck, but there was nothing. Everything in Aragorn cramped. No, that was impossible! That couldn't be!

"Where's the ring?", asked Merry in a shaky voice. Legolas was about to say something when a deep voice suddenly sounded from the door. "I would like to know that, too." Saruman!