Hello!! Spotts, here, reporting for Spottedtree. ^ ^ This is the beginning
of our fic, "Saruman's Revenge." Ok, a lot of the characters might be a
little out of character, but, please work with us. Laer belongs to me,
Cameille belongs to Tree. This part takes place before Gandalf breaks
Saruman's staff, so Saruman is still quite powerful. We hope you enjoy it,
and please leave a review before you leave. Thanks!! Now, on with the fic!!
Saruman's Revenge: prologue
Laer looked around her room one last time to make sure she hadn't left anything behind.
"Laer, hurry up!!" her father said. "We need to be out of here by the time Saruman gets here."
Laer nodded. "Yes, father. I'm coming." She grabbed her bag containing only the things she held most dear, and an extra set of clothes, wrapped her cloak closely about her, and left.
Her mother and father were waiting for her outside the house.
"Ready?" her mother asked.
Laer nodded.
"Let's go, then," her father said, and they set off, away from the remnants of their village.
On the road, Laer thought back to when her village was being attacked.
~Flashback~
It was a peaceful day in a village deep in the heart of Fangorn. All the elves were in the middle of the village, having their annual Festival. They were in the middle of the couples' dance, when all of a sudden, a fire started. Everyone rushed around, trying to get away from the fire, when a figure came from the flames. It was one of Saruman's orcs.
"Lord Saruman requests you pledge your allegiance to him, or all your relatives will be destroyed in the Elven villages around this forest," the orc growled. He then smirked, and said, "Now, I suggest you pack up and be ready in 2 days, otherwise, you'll be obliterated." He then left, leaving the fire to spread.
~end flashback~
Laer shuddered, not liking to remember that particular day. She had seen 10 centuries, but was still considered young, but knowledgeable. Being that her father was a wizard and her mother an elf, she was regarded with a very distant respect. Not many people liked to speak with her or her father, and it was quite amazing her people had allowed her father to stay with them. She flicked her dark golden hair behind her shoulder, tightened her grip on her staff, and continued on, trying to keep the same pace as her parents. She took one last look at the charred remains of her beloved village, sighed, and turned around – only to come face–to–face with an orc. Her eyes widened.
"Hello, pretty," the orc hissed, smiling cruelly.
Laer's parents turned around, but before they could do anything to help their daughter, they were cut down by two other orcs.
"NO!!" Laer screamed, but before she could raise her staff to cast a spell, or draw her sword, she was knocked out.
~~~
Laer opened her eyes, only to find herself on the floor, naked. She turned herself over onto her back, wincing at the pain. Hearing footsteps coming down the hall of what she assumed to be a dungeon, Laer curled herself into a fetal postion.
The door opened, and Saruman entered.
"Well, well, I see we're awake," he said, his voice pleasant.
Laer growled.
"Come, now, don't be that way," Saruman said. "After all, my orcs saved you from being killed, did they not?"
Laer growled again, and said, " Yes, but only to become a hostage to you."
Saruman smirked. "Not a hostage, but a source of information, my dear."
Laer's eyes widened, realization of what was to happen showing in her eyes. "No," she whispered.
"Yes," Saruman said upon seeing her realization of her situation. "Salum."
A young man entered the chamber. "Yes, cousin?"
Saruman smirked. "Take our guest to my main chamber in the tower."
Salum smirked, as well. "Of course." He grabbed Laer's naked form and dragged her away, Laer screaming the whole time.
~~~
'Five months,' Laer thought, brokenly. 'I've been here five months.'
She was currently in a chamber, tied up to a wall with chains, where Saruman and Salum had tortured her relentlessly. They'd whipped her, kicked her, punched her, slapped her, fondled her, pretty much any and everything except raped her. That was the thing that puzzled Laer most: the fact that neither Salum or Saruman, nor any of their orc followers had taken her virginity. She knew they had something planned. Something more horrible than all their tortures combined. But what? Then she heard it. A sound. A sound of stomping feet. Big stomping feet. She lifted her head, which took an effort, and looked out the small window just across from her.
'Ents!!' her mind screamed with joy. She allowed herself a small smile before wiping it away when she heard the door begin to open.
Salum entered, and dragged her from the room. He put a cloak on her, took some supplies, and threw her on a horse, while he got up behind her. "You're a lucky bitch," he hissed, before knocking her unconscious and kicking the horse into a gallop.
When she awoke, she was on a boat, on her way across the sea.
Saruman's Revenge: prologue
Laer looked around her room one last time to make sure she hadn't left anything behind.
"Laer, hurry up!!" her father said. "We need to be out of here by the time Saruman gets here."
Laer nodded. "Yes, father. I'm coming." She grabbed her bag containing only the things she held most dear, and an extra set of clothes, wrapped her cloak closely about her, and left.
Her mother and father were waiting for her outside the house.
"Ready?" her mother asked.
Laer nodded.
"Let's go, then," her father said, and they set off, away from the remnants of their village.
On the road, Laer thought back to when her village was being attacked.
~Flashback~
It was a peaceful day in a village deep in the heart of Fangorn. All the elves were in the middle of the village, having their annual Festival. They were in the middle of the couples' dance, when all of a sudden, a fire started. Everyone rushed around, trying to get away from the fire, when a figure came from the flames. It was one of Saruman's orcs.
"Lord Saruman requests you pledge your allegiance to him, or all your relatives will be destroyed in the Elven villages around this forest," the orc growled. He then smirked, and said, "Now, I suggest you pack up and be ready in 2 days, otherwise, you'll be obliterated." He then left, leaving the fire to spread.
~end flashback~
Laer shuddered, not liking to remember that particular day. She had seen 10 centuries, but was still considered young, but knowledgeable. Being that her father was a wizard and her mother an elf, she was regarded with a very distant respect. Not many people liked to speak with her or her father, and it was quite amazing her people had allowed her father to stay with them. She flicked her dark golden hair behind her shoulder, tightened her grip on her staff, and continued on, trying to keep the same pace as her parents. She took one last look at the charred remains of her beloved village, sighed, and turned around – only to come face–to–face with an orc. Her eyes widened.
"Hello, pretty," the orc hissed, smiling cruelly.
Laer's parents turned around, but before they could do anything to help their daughter, they were cut down by two other orcs.
"NO!!" Laer screamed, but before she could raise her staff to cast a spell, or draw her sword, she was knocked out.
~~~
Laer opened her eyes, only to find herself on the floor, naked. She turned herself over onto her back, wincing at the pain. Hearing footsteps coming down the hall of what she assumed to be a dungeon, Laer curled herself into a fetal postion.
The door opened, and Saruman entered.
"Well, well, I see we're awake," he said, his voice pleasant.
Laer growled.
"Come, now, don't be that way," Saruman said. "After all, my orcs saved you from being killed, did they not?"
Laer growled again, and said, " Yes, but only to become a hostage to you."
Saruman smirked. "Not a hostage, but a source of information, my dear."
Laer's eyes widened, realization of what was to happen showing in her eyes. "No," she whispered.
"Yes," Saruman said upon seeing her realization of her situation. "Salum."
A young man entered the chamber. "Yes, cousin?"
Saruman smirked. "Take our guest to my main chamber in the tower."
Salum smirked, as well. "Of course." He grabbed Laer's naked form and dragged her away, Laer screaming the whole time.
~~~
'Five months,' Laer thought, brokenly. 'I've been here five months.'
She was currently in a chamber, tied up to a wall with chains, where Saruman and Salum had tortured her relentlessly. They'd whipped her, kicked her, punched her, slapped her, fondled her, pretty much any and everything except raped her. That was the thing that puzzled Laer most: the fact that neither Salum or Saruman, nor any of their orc followers had taken her virginity. She knew they had something planned. Something more horrible than all their tortures combined. But what? Then she heard it. A sound. A sound of stomping feet. Big stomping feet. She lifted her head, which took an effort, and looked out the small window just across from her.
'Ents!!' her mind screamed with joy. She allowed herself a small smile before wiping it away when she heard the door begin to open.
Salum entered, and dragged her from the room. He put a cloak on her, took some supplies, and threw her on a horse, while he got up behind her. "You're a lucky bitch," he hissed, before knocking her unconscious and kicking the horse into a gallop.
When she awoke, she was on a boat, on her way across the sea.