After the First Death – chapter two
Are We Saved?
Pippin and Merry were taken by the Orcs to their 'home' were they knew they would be tortured. Pippin had given up struggling long ago, not long after he lost sight of Boromir and the others. Merry had struggled until he ran out of energy. Pippin lay over the Orcs shoulder, lifeless. He felt like he was dead, although it's hard to feel dead when your alive but he did. That was the main reason why Merry struggled. For Merry could see Pippin but Pippin couldn't see him. Merry called to him several times letting him know he was still there and to get a response from him. Pippin hardly took notice at all. They stayed this way for quit some time. The next thing they knew they woke up.
"Huh?" Merry replied to himself. "I fell………asleep?" Pippin stirred too. They heard the sounds that were coming from this pit. Pippins eyes filled with horror at the sight of all these orcs. Merry glanced over at Pippin and was pleasantly surprised to see him looking at him. Even if his eyes were full of terror. Merry knew he hadn't lost Pippin.
They spent many days being tortured by many oddities. Racks and so forth. The worst torture was that they were gagged and put into cells next to each other. The cells were very small and cramped, even for a hobbit. They weren't even cells. They were cages like the ones birds are put in. they could reach out of the bars but they were far enough apart that no matter how far either reached they couldn't even brush fingertips. They couldn't talked because they were gagged. All they could do was look at each other and hope the other got what he was thinking.
Originally they were tortured about the ring. Once the Orcs realized that they had the wrong halflings, their torturing moved onto the whereabouts of their friends. Merrys reply was, "I don't rightly know" and "they're too good for you, you'll never find them." The latter of the reply's always got him a good whipping. And he didn't know why he even used it when he knew what would happen. Pippins replies were along the lines of "Friends? What friends? I don't have any friends." or he would act like a complete fool (believe it or not, he's not already a complete fool) and start asking them stupid questions in reply like the previous one. As the days went on and as they saw more and more Orcs and hooded men go by. Pippin started to notice a bit of a difference in a few of them, Merry didn't care. One day Merry caught word that they were going to be killed that day. Pippin missed it, they were in their cages so they couldn't talk. Merry made enough of a raucous to catch Pippins attention and none more least he get unwanted attention form the Orcs. Or from Saurmon. His eyes conveyed the wanted message. Maybe not the exact message but enough to get Pippin scared. By now they both knew that they wouldn't be saved.
A short while went by and the Orcs came for them. Pippin closed his eyes and waited for it to be all over with. Just come. Take us from this earth. Take us away. Pippins thoughts were very dark and dreary.
Merry watched them come in horror but noticed that one stuck out from the crowd. He was in a black hood and stood behind the Orcs a ways. He stood there motionless for a while. Just when the Orcs got close he heard a whistle. A signal. Before he could think an arrow hit the biggest orc around. The one that was about to open his cage. He glanced back to the hooded thing in time to see it pull its bow back in and move out of the way. What's going on. Pippin! Pippin open your eyes. As if Pippin could hear Merrys thoughts he opened his eyes and watched in amazement. Several more hooded creatures appeared. They were friendly and were fighting for them. In the hubbub Pippin figured away to wriggle out of his gag. Several orcs fell and one of the hooded creatures came up to there cages. Pippin screamed as loud as he could because even though these creatures were fighting for them, it didn't mean they meant good will on the young hobbits. They couldn't even see the figures faces.
A voice came from the hooded creature, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, my little ones. Do you want all of us dead?" Then he unlocked their cages. Pippins first. He un-gagged Merry then took them off. The orcs were busy with the others. The man took the hobbits close to him and covered them with his cloak. He moved them quickly to a darker crevasse then out as quickly as he could. The other hooded things also drew back and lost the orcs. You wouldn't think them able to but wit the fact that they were killing so many so fast, they put the orcs in a tail spin. They had been taken so fast that they didn't know what to do.
The man who had Merry and Pippin took carried them away as he ran. One under each arm. They reached a spot that still had trees where they ran into someone thy didn't expect. "Gimli?" Merry choked out.
"You seem surprised," came the dwarves response. As he quietly laughed at the still scared hobbits. The dwarf was able to round up a few ponies and had them a little ways off. The man that had taken the hobbits out looked back the way they came for his friends. Merry had left him to talk with Gimli to find out what happened. Gimli wouldn't tell him though. Pippin stayed with this shadowy figure. He felt protected even though he was still afraid. He stood out side the cloak but kept a firm grasp on it subconsciously. "It'll be alright. Your safe now." The man said gently. He put his hand on the hobbits head. Then slid it down to his shoulder. The one farthest from the mans body. "Your safe with me." Pippin really did feel safe so he leaned into the man. He smelled good. He smelled like someone he knew. Or had known. It can't be. But methinks it is. He did call me his little one. But they killed him.
Authors note: Really bored. Chapter three will be better. Please read and review. I really want to know what you think. Bet you can guess who the hooded person is. It'll say in the beginning of the next chapter. I've already written that part. So you'll find out unless your smart enough to already have figured it out.
Are We Saved?
Pippin and Merry were taken by the Orcs to their 'home' were they knew they would be tortured. Pippin had given up struggling long ago, not long after he lost sight of Boromir and the others. Merry had struggled until he ran out of energy. Pippin lay over the Orcs shoulder, lifeless. He felt like he was dead, although it's hard to feel dead when your alive but he did. That was the main reason why Merry struggled. For Merry could see Pippin but Pippin couldn't see him. Merry called to him several times letting him know he was still there and to get a response from him. Pippin hardly took notice at all. They stayed this way for quit some time. The next thing they knew they woke up.
"Huh?" Merry replied to himself. "I fell………asleep?" Pippin stirred too. They heard the sounds that were coming from this pit. Pippins eyes filled with horror at the sight of all these orcs. Merry glanced over at Pippin and was pleasantly surprised to see him looking at him. Even if his eyes were full of terror. Merry knew he hadn't lost Pippin.
They spent many days being tortured by many oddities. Racks and so forth. The worst torture was that they were gagged and put into cells next to each other. The cells were very small and cramped, even for a hobbit. They weren't even cells. They were cages like the ones birds are put in. they could reach out of the bars but they were far enough apart that no matter how far either reached they couldn't even brush fingertips. They couldn't talked because they were gagged. All they could do was look at each other and hope the other got what he was thinking.
Originally they were tortured about the ring. Once the Orcs realized that they had the wrong halflings, their torturing moved onto the whereabouts of their friends. Merrys reply was, "I don't rightly know" and "they're too good for you, you'll never find them." The latter of the reply's always got him a good whipping. And he didn't know why he even used it when he knew what would happen. Pippins replies were along the lines of "Friends? What friends? I don't have any friends." or he would act like a complete fool (believe it or not, he's not already a complete fool) and start asking them stupid questions in reply like the previous one. As the days went on and as they saw more and more Orcs and hooded men go by. Pippin started to notice a bit of a difference in a few of them, Merry didn't care. One day Merry caught word that they were going to be killed that day. Pippin missed it, they were in their cages so they couldn't talk. Merry made enough of a raucous to catch Pippins attention and none more least he get unwanted attention form the Orcs. Or from Saurmon. His eyes conveyed the wanted message. Maybe not the exact message but enough to get Pippin scared. By now they both knew that they wouldn't be saved.
A short while went by and the Orcs came for them. Pippin closed his eyes and waited for it to be all over with. Just come. Take us from this earth. Take us away. Pippins thoughts were very dark and dreary.
Merry watched them come in horror but noticed that one stuck out from the crowd. He was in a black hood and stood behind the Orcs a ways. He stood there motionless for a while. Just when the Orcs got close he heard a whistle. A signal. Before he could think an arrow hit the biggest orc around. The one that was about to open his cage. He glanced back to the hooded thing in time to see it pull its bow back in and move out of the way. What's going on. Pippin! Pippin open your eyes. As if Pippin could hear Merrys thoughts he opened his eyes and watched in amazement. Several more hooded creatures appeared. They were friendly and were fighting for them. In the hubbub Pippin figured away to wriggle out of his gag. Several orcs fell and one of the hooded creatures came up to there cages. Pippin screamed as loud as he could because even though these creatures were fighting for them, it didn't mean they meant good will on the young hobbits. They couldn't even see the figures faces.
A voice came from the hooded creature, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, my little ones. Do you want all of us dead?" Then he unlocked their cages. Pippins first. He un-gagged Merry then took them off. The orcs were busy with the others. The man took the hobbits close to him and covered them with his cloak. He moved them quickly to a darker crevasse then out as quickly as he could. The other hooded things also drew back and lost the orcs. You wouldn't think them able to but wit the fact that they were killing so many so fast, they put the orcs in a tail spin. They had been taken so fast that they didn't know what to do.
The man who had Merry and Pippin took carried them away as he ran. One under each arm. They reached a spot that still had trees where they ran into someone thy didn't expect. "Gimli?" Merry choked out.
"You seem surprised," came the dwarves response. As he quietly laughed at the still scared hobbits. The dwarf was able to round up a few ponies and had them a little ways off. The man that had taken the hobbits out looked back the way they came for his friends. Merry had left him to talk with Gimli to find out what happened. Gimli wouldn't tell him though. Pippin stayed with this shadowy figure. He felt protected even though he was still afraid. He stood out side the cloak but kept a firm grasp on it subconsciously. "It'll be alright. Your safe now." The man said gently. He put his hand on the hobbits head. Then slid it down to his shoulder. The one farthest from the mans body. "Your safe with me." Pippin really did feel safe so he leaned into the man. He smelled good. He smelled like someone he knew. Or had known. It can't be. But methinks it is. He did call me his little one. But they killed him.
Authors note: Really bored. Chapter three will be better. Please read and review. I really want to know what you think. Bet you can guess who the hooded person is. It'll say in the beginning of the next chapter. I've already written that part. So you'll find out unless your smart enough to already have figured it out.
