Disaster with the Dead
"Do you know where we are?" Hothien asked to Boromir.
"Of course," Boromir answered, "I know everything."
"But you are a man! Only elves know everything," Hothien grinned.
"Are you trying to say that men are…"
Boromir couldn't finish his sentence. Right in front of him, was a giant orc, more of a giant. They were doomed.
Meanwhile, Gandalf, Sam, Merry, and Gimli had run all together. They stopped in front of a bridge, and panted.
"How…. How… how do you think that Aragorn, Pippin, and Mr. Frodo survive?" Sam asked in worry.
"They will… will be alright." Gandalf answered. Then he looked up. A tiny crack in the cave was showing the bright moon. When he looked strait again, he saw two orcs. No. He looked again. There was only one orc now. The other one looked familiar to him… More like an elf, I say. When he showed the glowing staff towards them, he was shocked. It was orc with Finduilas.
"Help," she cried, "This orc will kill me if I don't say who the ring bearer is."
"Don't say it, Finduilas!" Sam shouted.
"Yo, if you say it, then you are going to be really dead. Not by the gross orc, but by us!" Gimli threatened.
"If you want to stay alive, and let Master Saruman stay put, then you better spit it out." The orc hissed.
"Who's this 'Saruman' dude?" Merry asked Gandalf.
"Call him, 'Master' Saruman." The orc growled again.
"Whatever," Gandalf mocked him, "Saruman… He is a friend of me. Well, he WAS. He is a traitor now. You know how I was absent at the Prancing Pony? I was captured at that time. He wanted to know who had the ring, and since I was hypnotized, I said it was Baggins. Don't worry! There's many Bagginess' out in the world…"
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw that Gimli's face grew dark. He lifted his ax, and chased after Gandalf while cursing at him. The orc just simply rolled his eyes, and disappeared with Finduilas.
While Gimli was wasting his time by chasing Gandalf, Legolas and Vebriclya made some great discovery. They were running low on arrows.
"Great," Legolas said, "perfect time to run low on arrows. It's those orcs, they just keep charging into us."
They looked down on the ground, and saw orcs. Dead. All killed by Legolas and Vebriclya.
"Oh well," Vebriclya cheered up, "We'll get some arrows once we reach Lothlorien. I've always wanted to see Lady Galadriel. She's my grandmother, actually. I used to remember that she visited me once when I was born but…"
Before she could go on her speech for another five minutes, Legolas had shoved his handkerchief into Vebriclya's mouth.
"Hold your tongue," Legolas warned and took out the handkerchief out of her mouth, "Who knows there are non-dead orcs. They might be just behind us…"
"And they might just be." A voice hissed behind them.
They slowly looked behind. Ten orcs, grinning, were pointing their swords. Vebriclya screamed in surprise. Legolas backed a few steps back.
"What was that scream?" Boromir asked while he was terrified by the giant, "the voice sounded familiar."
Back with Boromir and Hothien, they were just staring at the Cave Troll and talking to cheer them up. While they were talking, they heard a scream.
"I'm afraid that wasn't a scream for fun," Hothien said, "The voice belongs to Vebriclya, I know it! And something must have gone terrible with her. See? Elves know everything."
Boromir frowned, and asked something that surprised Hothien.
"I… I always wanted to ask you this, since I met you." Boromir said, "I know you don't like men as much as elves, your own race, but I was wondering if…"
Meanwhile, Gimli's short legs were too slow for Gandalf. After an hour of running around like a chicken inside the disgusting cave, they carried on. Gimli, still cursing at Gandalf, chopped some rocks for two reasons. One, so that he can hurt the rocks instead of Gandalf, and two, for cooking later on. While they were walking they heard a scream far away. Gandalf didn't say a word. He just went to the place where the scream came from. The hobbits and Gimli looked at each other, and smiled. They were going to find their friends.
Vebriclya stepped back. Legolas grinned sarcastically and said, "Nice. You just want all the orcs here, don't you?"
"No! I was just surprised."
"No time for jokes, elf. You are coming with us in Helm's deep."
"Where the heck is 'helm's deep'?" Vebriclya asked.
"It doesn't matter." Legolas answered, "Anyway, they are taking us to a terrible place."
"Who said YOU are?" The orc smiled at Legolas. "You are going to be dead soon. Your PARTNER is going to Helm's deep."
"NO!" Vebriclya shouted, "Don't hurt him! If you are, then kill me with him! I am his friend, and as part of the fellowship, I will die with him."
Legolas turned to Vebriclya in surprise, but her face was serious. There was something in her eyes, which he never saw before.
"You are a very brave girl. But it is order to keep any Halfling and girls and kill the others."
"And whose order is that coming from?"
"Master Saruman's!" The orcs said in unison.
As they lifted their sword to kill Legolas, somebody else struck the orcs. In pain, they swung the swords and it cut Vebriclya's arm. They swung it again, and accidentally stabbed themselves. They dropped dead.
"Wretched orcs!" Legolas hissed, "They should have never been in Middle Earth!"
"There are evils and good in any world," a voice called, "You cannot choose the race, Legolas."
"Do you know where we are?" Hothien asked to Boromir.
"Of course," Boromir answered, "I know everything."
"But you are a man! Only elves know everything," Hothien grinned.
"Are you trying to say that men are…"
Boromir couldn't finish his sentence. Right in front of him, was a giant orc, more of a giant. They were doomed.
Meanwhile, Gandalf, Sam, Merry, and Gimli had run all together. They stopped in front of a bridge, and panted.
"How…. How… how do you think that Aragorn, Pippin, and Mr. Frodo survive?" Sam asked in worry.
"They will… will be alright." Gandalf answered. Then he looked up. A tiny crack in the cave was showing the bright moon. When he looked strait again, he saw two orcs. No. He looked again. There was only one orc now. The other one looked familiar to him… More like an elf, I say. When he showed the glowing staff towards them, he was shocked. It was orc with Finduilas.
"Help," she cried, "This orc will kill me if I don't say who the ring bearer is."
"Don't say it, Finduilas!" Sam shouted.
"Yo, if you say it, then you are going to be really dead. Not by the gross orc, but by us!" Gimli threatened.
"If you want to stay alive, and let Master Saruman stay put, then you better spit it out." The orc hissed.
"Who's this 'Saruman' dude?" Merry asked Gandalf.
"Call him, 'Master' Saruman." The orc growled again.
"Whatever," Gandalf mocked him, "Saruman… He is a friend of me. Well, he WAS. He is a traitor now. You know how I was absent at the Prancing Pony? I was captured at that time. He wanted to know who had the ring, and since I was hypnotized, I said it was Baggins. Don't worry! There's many Bagginess' out in the world…"
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw that Gimli's face grew dark. He lifted his ax, and chased after Gandalf while cursing at him. The orc just simply rolled his eyes, and disappeared with Finduilas.
While Gimli was wasting his time by chasing Gandalf, Legolas and Vebriclya made some great discovery. They were running low on arrows.
"Great," Legolas said, "perfect time to run low on arrows. It's those orcs, they just keep charging into us."
They looked down on the ground, and saw orcs. Dead. All killed by Legolas and Vebriclya.
"Oh well," Vebriclya cheered up, "We'll get some arrows once we reach Lothlorien. I've always wanted to see Lady Galadriel. She's my grandmother, actually. I used to remember that she visited me once when I was born but…"
Before she could go on her speech for another five minutes, Legolas had shoved his handkerchief into Vebriclya's mouth.
"Hold your tongue," Legolas warned and took out the handkerchief out of her mouth, "Who knows there are non-dead orcs. They might be just behind us…"
"And they might just be." A voice hissed behind them.
They slowly looked behind. Ten orcs, grinning, were pointing their swords. Vebriclya screamed in surprise. Legolas backed a few steps back.
"What was that scream?" Boromir asked while he was terrified by the giant, "the voice sounded familiar."
Back with Boromir and Hothien, they were just staring at the Cave Troll and talking to cheer them up. While they were talking, they heard a scream.
"I'm afraid that wasn't a scream for fun," Hothien said, "The voice belongs to Vebriclya, I know it! And something must have gone terrible with her. See? Elves know everything."
Boromir frowned, and asked something that surprised Hothien.
"I… I always wanted to ask you this, since I met you." Boromir said, "I know you don't like men as much as elves, your own race, but I was wondering if…"
Meanwhile, Gimli's short legs were too slow for Gandalf. After an hour of running around like a chicken inside the disgusting cave, they carried on. Gimli, still cursing at Gandalf, chopped some rocks for two reasons. One, so that he can hurt the rocks instead of Gandalf, and two, for cooking later on. While they were walking they heard a scream far away. Gandalf didn't say a word. He just went to the place where the scream came from. The hobbits and Gimli looked at each other, and smiled. They were going to find their friends.
Vebriclya stepped back. Legolas grinned sarcastically and said, "Nice. You just want all the orcs here, don't you?"
"No! I was just surprised."
"No time for jokes, elf. You are coming with us in Helm's deep."
"Where the heck is 'helm's deep'?" Vebriclya asked.
"It doesn't matter." Legolas answered, "Anyway, they are taking us to a terrible place."
"Who said YOU are?" The orc smiled at Legolas. "You are going to be dead soon. Your PARTNER is going to Helm's deep."
"NO!" Vebriclya shouted, "Don't hurt him! If you are, then kill me with him! I am his friend, and as part of the fellowship, I will die with him."
Legolas turned to Vebriclya in surprise, but her face was serious. There was something in her eyes, which he never saw before.
"You are a very brave girl. But it is order to keep any Halfling and girls and kill the others."
"And whose order is that coming from?"
"Master Saruman's!" The orcs said in unison.
As they lifted their sword to kill Legolas, somebody else struck the orcs. In pain, they swung the swords and it cut Vebriclya's arm. They swung it again, and accidentally stabbed themselves. They dropped dead.
"Wretched orcs!" Legolas hissed, "They should have never been in Middle Earth!"
"There are evils and good in any world," a voice called, "You cannot choose the race, Legolas."