Sorry it took so long for me to update, but I have been extremely busy with school projects and church. It seems that whenever I have time to update, I have an asthma attack or I am sick. So, here is chapter 6. It has Pippin in it.

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            Pippin drew in a deep breath as he felt to cold blade piercing his skin. He felt blood coming down his neck, but he was helpless to do anything. If he moved, the orc would probably slit his throat. If he talked, he throat was probably going to get slit, and if he just stood there, he would suffer the some fate. He couldn't just stand there and die without trying something.

            "What do you want from me?" He ventured to ask.

            "What do you think we want? We want you dead." The orc snarled back, "Unless you can give us information on your fellow companions, and there whereabouts. We could be nice and let you die quickly."

            "What's the alternative?" Pippin questioned.

            "We could make your death slow and painful." The second orc answered.

            "What if I don't know anything about my companions whereabouts, but I know something about them." He said.

            "Oh really, and what would that be?" The first orc asked, chuckling to himself.

            "I know that they will come back for me and when they find you, you will die a slow and painful death." Pippin boldly spat out.

            "Do you really think that they will come for you? They didn't even look back when they left. They never even noticed you were done. Heck, they probably think that you are dead, or soon will be. They are not coming for you." The orc laughed in his face.

            "They will come! They haven't forgotten me!" Pippin yelled. pulling away from the orc.

            Pippin ran as fast as he could, jumping over fallen bodies and rocks. He new that if the orcs caught him, they would kill him. His only hope was to escape the, but he didn't know the way out. Pippin didn't get far enough to try and find the bridge, or the way out. Just as he left the room, he felt a siering pain in his left shoulder. The last thing Pippin remembered was the nasty face of the orc, and yelling for his best friend, Merry.

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Wow, that was short, but that is all I can do now, I have to do my homework. Next chapter will be Pippin again.