Whatever happened to Merry and Pippin?
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Chapter 6- Alone In the dark
Legolas woke with a pounding feeling spreading across his neck, head and back. Disorientated, he lifted his aching head and peered around. The dark surroundings brought back unpleasant memories, and wisely he lay still. He noticed Merry and Pippin huddled together, terrified, but unharmed. Sighing, he examined the rope that held him together, it was painfully tight, and his bow and sword were taken off him. There was little hope of escape. He sat fighting the urge to move, encase of an orc noticing. They seemed to be still in the cave, and maybe he had only been unconscious for about an hour or so. Well it didn't matter now, all he had to think about was how was he going to escape. Legolas heard a growling noise and instantly knew what was coming. A dark figure loomed above him, mixing perfectly into the darkness; it sent a shiver down Legolas' spine.
"So this is the famous elf of the fellowship, no one told me that he was such a weak elf, that he could be caught by only one orc," the black posture barely moved but his voice hissed with pleasure. Legolas glared back dangerously, searching for the creature's beady eyes, earning him a strong hand slapping his soft pale face.
"Oh so you're being stubborn and defiant, well soon you won't be," the voice said again, then he stopped in wonder before going on, "when we kill your little friends outside you will beg for their lives and then you will beg for yours." The disgusting orc (as Legolas thought it was) laughed and the sound rang through the cave.
Legolas tried to hide his feelings, his fear, but found it difficult.
"Who are you?" Legolas forced himself to ask, the orc spun round and bent down.
"Ugluk is my name my little elf, remember it well," and with that Ugluk sent a rib crushing kick to Legolas' side. Coughing uncontrollably, Legolas focused on the floor while a few tears rolled down his cheek. Ugluk moved back to let the elf think about what would happen to his friends.
"Merry, we have to do something. We can't leave Legolas with those orcs, they'll kill him for sure," Pippin stuttered in a low tone. Merry looked very tired and doubtful
"But what can we do Pip, your injured and I can't do anything by myself, against those orcs I mean."
" Never fear, for I will think of something," Pippin whispered in an unusually comical voice.
"That's what I'm worried about most," Merry replied, slightly smiling at his friend's jests.
Gimli sat down in a huff and examined his axe; Aragorn stared blankly at the cave not far away from where they were hiding.
"Alas now they have Legolas, we will not succeed in rescuing the halflings," Aragorn sighed, somehow he would get his friends back and repay the orcs for what they had done or where going to do to them.
Legolas fell into a dark misty dream; all around him were his friends and family. But they weren't as they should be; all of them had darkness around them. Suddenly his father, Gandalf, Gimli and Aragorn appeared and they carried long swords with Mordor writing on them. Stiffly the four held them up to their faces and floated over to Legolas. Terrified of this Legolas, fell on his knees and began to shiver.
"No one will save you, no one can hear you, no one cares," all four of them hissed in the same croaked voices.
"no, this cannot be true," yelled Legolas but he failed in moving. Gandalf, his father, Gimli and Aragorn surrounded him while his other friends laughed, then all at once they brought their swords down onto Legolas' head.
Legolas woke with a start, sweat pouring down his brow, his breathing deep and short. The orcs hadn't been merciful to the elf. He had an arrow sticking out of his shoulder, it was one of his arrows from the lady Galedriel. They had hurt him just enough so that he could run along with the orcs but not escape. They didn't feed him at all but only gave him a little water when the prince had passed out.
Legolas wanted to die, but he couldn't give up on his friends, his friends were not like what they were like in his dream, he was sure of it. 4 long days passed, but there was no sign of Aragorn or Gimli and Legolas was beginning to think they had abandoned him and the two halflings. He couldn't of been more wrong....
Thankyou for all of your reviews I love em but I'm not going to bore you with along speech so I'll just get on with the story...
Chapter 6- Alone In the dark
Legolas woke with a pounding feeling spreading across his neck, head and back. Disorientated, he lifted his aching head and peered around. The dark surroundings brought back unpleasant memories, and wisely he lay still. He noticed Merry and Pippin huddled together, terrified, but unharmed. Sighing, he examined the rope that held him together, it was painfully tight, and his bow and sword were taken off him. There was little hope of escape. He sat fighting the urge to move, encase of an orc noticing. They seemed to be still in the cave, and maybe he had only been unconscious for about an hour or so. Well it didn't matter now, all he had to think about was how was he going to escape. Legolas heard a growling noise and instantly knew what was coming. A dark figure loomed above him, mixing perfectly into the darkness; it sent a shiver down Legolas' spine.
"So this is the famous elf of the fellowship, no one told me that he was such a weak elf, that he could be caught by only one orc," the black posture barely moved but his voice hissed with pleasure. Legolas glared back dangerously, searching for the creature's beady eyes, earning him a strong hand slapping his soft pale face.
"Oh so you're being stubborn and defiant, well soon you won't be," the voice said again, then he stopped in wonder before going on, "when we kill your little friends outside you will beg for their lives and then you will beg for yours." The disgusting orc (as Legolas thought it was) laughed and the sound rang through the cave.
Legolas tried to hide his feelings, his fear, but found it difficult.
"Who are you?" Legolas forced himself to ask, the orc spun round and bent down.
"Ugluk is my name my little elf, remember it well," and with that Ugluk sent a rib crushing kick to Legolas' side. Coughing uncontrollably, Legolas focused on the floor while a few tears rolled down his cheek. Ugluk moved back to let the elf think about what would happen to his friends.
"Merry, we have to do something. We can't leave Legolas with those orcs, they'll kill him for sure," Pippin stuttered in a low tone. Merry looked very tired and doubtful
"But what can we do Pip, your injured and I can't do anything by myself, against those orcs I mean."
" Never fear, for I will think of something," Pippin whispered in an unusually comical voice.
"That's what I'm worried about most," Merry replied, slightly smiling at his friend's jests.
Gimli sat down in a huff and examined his axe; Aragorn stared blankly at the cave not far away from where they were hiding.
"Alas now they have Legolas, we will not succeed in rescuing the halflings," Aragorn sighed, somehow he would get his friends back and repay the orcs for what they had done or where going to do to them.
Legolas fell into a dark misty dream; all around him were his friends and family. But they weren't as they should be; all of them had darkness around them. Suddenly his father, Gandalf, Gimli and Aragorn appeared and they carried long swords with Mordor writing on them. Stiffly the four held them up to their faces and floated over to Legolas. Terrified of this Legolas, fell on his knees and began to shiver.
"No one will save you, no one can hear you, no one cares," all four of them hissed in the same croaked voices.
"no, this cannot be true," yelled Legolas but he failed in moving. Gandalf, his father, Gimli and Aragorn surrounded him while his other friends laughed, then all at once they brought their swords down onto Legolas' head.
Legolas woke with a start, sweat pouring down his brow, his breathing deep and short. The orcs hadn't been merciful to the elf. He had an arrow sticking out of his shoulder, it was one of his arrows from the lady Galedriel. They had hurt him just enough so that he could run along with the orcs but not escape. They didn't feed him at all but only gave him a little water when the prince had passed out.
Legolas wanted to die, but he couldn't give up on his friends, his friends were not like what they were like in his dream, he was sure of it. 4 long days passed, but there was no sign of Aragorn or Gimli and Legolas was beginning to think they had abandoned him and the two halflings. He couldn't of been more wrong....