Whew, another chapter. Sorry it took so long, but I just started school and I have had a bunch of homework. I wrote this chapter in creative writing. The teacher allows us to write while she is talking so I will get more done.
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Pippin awoke feeling cold. He was unsure of where he was and how he got there. All he knew for sure was that he wasn't in the Shire. The ground was hard and there was a foul stench in the air. His head was throbbing with pain. Though the room he was in was dark, he could tell that everything was made of stone and the ceiling was high up. There was a small stream of light that illuminated the room just enough so he could make out forms and structures. The place was unfamiliar to him and he thought he was alone, but once Pippin started looking around, he saw strange looking corpses' scattered throughout the room.
As Pippin began to sit up, he noticed some movement off to his left. He whipped his head around to see what was making the movement, when he saw the most hideous looking creature he had ever seen. The creature, which was staggering towards Pippin, was black and covered in armor. It had a head wound that leaked black blood and its face was disfigured looking. After a few moments of staring at it, Pippin jumped up and began to run in the opposite direction. The sudden movement did cause him to stumble some, but he managed to make it almost to the door, before another one of the hideous creatures got up and stepped in his path.
"What do we have here?" The second creature snarled at him, glancing over at the other.
"I don't know, maybe food of some sort. It has been awhile since we have eaten raw meat." The first beast replied.
"Or maybe there are more of them and we could take this one hostage. He could lead us to the rest. So, small one, are there more of you?" It asked Pippin, glaring menacingly at him.
Pippin only stood there, staring at the second black creature. He knew that he was with others at one time, but he couldn't remember much of the details. He figured that if he didn't say anything, they would think he was alone and then they wouldn't go after his friends.
"So, your not going to talk. Well, we will just have to get it out of you the hard way." The second one said, ending it with a demented laugh.
The second one approached Pippin, drawing his sword. He pressed the cold metal tip of the sword against Pippin's neck, which drew a trickle of blood.
"Are you going to talk?"
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This is longer and has dialog. I think that makes half of you happy, as for the rest, I don't care. I can only please some people at a time. Maybe in the next chapter everyone will be happy. Thanks for all the reviews, I appreciate them!!!