Whatever Happened to Merry and Pippin?
Authors note: I know that the last chapter was mostly about Legolas and it's meant to be about Merry and Pippin, but I got carried away…so sue me. Anyway onto the next chapter…
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2 Chapter 7- Reaching Mordor
A week went by; well that was what Pippin had counted. There was nothing much more to do then count how many boils there were on an orc's back as they were carrying him like a piece of old luggage. He cursed himself for not doing more to help Legolas, the poor elf was badly hurt and the orcs were not tiring of playing with him every night. And yet Legolas hadn't even cried out or cracked under the extreme pain that the orcs inflicted upon him. Pippin wondered how he could do it. If he were in the elf's position, he would've been dead by now. At night, he would talk with Merry until one orc would notice and give them a rough kick to remind them that he was watching.
"Have you thought about what we are going to do then?" Merry hissed, somewhat annoyed that Pippin had been talking about food for the last half hour instead of escape strategies.
" Well, when will we get to Mordor? I mean maybe we can escape there?" Pippin suggested softly, Merry shook his head,
"Y'know, I think Gandalf is right about you, you are a fool of a took. Mordor is the last place we could escape from, it'll have to be now. I think we will be getting to Mordor soon."
" Oh," Pippin muttered, less enthusiastic than last time. Knowing that their only hope was Aragorn or Gimli saving them they shut up and just stared at the black sky, not wanting tomorrow to come.
Legolas woke to find the orcs running around excitedly and instantly he knew what was happening, they were in sight of Mordor.
One Uruk-hai pulled Legolas up not paying any attention to the wincing elf when he grabbed Legolas' shoulder, which was still infected by the arrow. Using a spear, the orc guided Legolas through the crowd to the front.
They started a quicker than usual march. Legolas was weak from lack of food and exhaustion and fell flat on his face in a muddy track. Spitting the mud out of his mouth, Legolas felt someone pulling him up. It was Ugluk.
"What? Our poor elf wants to lay down and stop does he?" Ugluk mocked and looked around so the other orcs laughed.
"Well in 2 hours you can rest, for we are entering Mordor very very soon," he dragged Legolas up and then threw him half way across the track, the mud was very slippy, so Legolas moved a far way away before coming to a halt. Ugluk signalled for the orc guards to retrieve Legolas, but Legolas found his inner strength quickly and took the opportunity to escape. He leaped up, hardly noticing the pain in his body and ran for his life. The yelling orcs behind him became a dull sound in his ears as they threw spears but missed as they had bad aim at the fast moving elf. Desperately Legolas ran, never looking back to see the orcs running after him. He was tired and weak and couldn't run for much longer, so he decided to flip up into a tree and wait for the orcs to leave. The plan worked, soon the orcs ran past and Legolas jumped down and began to travel away from Mordor.
Legolas stumbled quite aimlessly for a while in the dark, his senses were dulled and he could not make out figures more than 2 metres in front of him. Finally giving up hope of getting out of the Mordor lands alive, he collapsed and fell into a dark unconscious state.
Aragorn rushed forward, determined to reach the halflings and Legolas before they got too near to Mordor. He heard behind him, the gruff breathe of his dwarf friend Gimli, but paid no attention to it. They carried on for at least half an hour under the cover of night, until Gimli stumbled over something limp and long.
"What the..." Gimli moaned as he pulled himself back up to look at the object on the floor, he dragged it up and revealed a pale elf, blood trickled from a deep gash on his head, and the arrow was still evident. " Aragorn! Quick, I found Legoals," Gimli yelled and the ranger spun around and ran back towards the figure.
Authors note: I know that the last chapter was mostly about Legolas and it's meant to be about Merry and Pippin, but I got carried away…so sue me. Anyway onto the next chapter…
1
2 Chapter 7- Reaching Mordor
A week went by; well that was what Pippin had counted. There was nothing much more to do then count how many boils there were on an orc's back as they were carrying him like a piece of old luggage. He cursed himself for not doing more to help Legolas, the poor elf was badly hurt and the orcs were not tiring of playing with him every night. And yet Legolas hadn't even cried out or cracked under the extreme pain that the orcs inflicted upon him. Pippin wondered how he could do it. If he were in the elf's position, he would've been dead by now. At night, he would talk with Merry until one orc would notice and give them a rough kick to remind them that he was watching.
"Have you thought about what we are going to do then?" Merry hissed, somewhat annoyed that Pippin had been talking about food for the last half hour instead of escape strategies.
" Well, when will we get to Mordor? I mean maybe we can escape there?" Pippin suggested softly, Merry shook his head,
"Y'know, I think Gandalf is right about you, you are a fool of a took. Mordor is the last place we could escape from, it'll have to be now. I think we will be getting to Mordor soon."
" Oh," Pippin muttered, less enthusiastic than last time. Knowing that their only hope was Aragorn or Gimli saving them they shut up and just stared at the black sky, not wanting tomorrow to come.
Legolas woke to find the orcs running around excitedly and instantly he knew what was happening, they were in sight of Mordor.
One Uruk-hai pulled Legolas up not paying any attention to the wincing elf when he grabbed Legolas' shoulder, which was still infected by the arrow. Using a spear, the orc guided Legolas through the crowd to the front.
They started a quicker than usual march. Legolas was weak from lack of food and exhaustion and fell flat on his face in a muddy track. Spitting the mud out of his mouth, Legolas felt someone pulling him up. It was Ugluk.
"What? Our poor elf wants to lay down and stop does he?" Ugluk mocked and looked around so the other orcs laughed.
"Well in 2 hours you can rest, for we are entering Mordor very very soon," he dragged Legolas up and then threw him half way across the track, the mud was very slippy, so Legolas moved a far way away before coming to a halt. Ugluk signalled for the orc guards to retrieve Legolas, but Legolas found his inner strength quickly and took the opportunity to escape. He leaped up, hardly noticing the pain in his body and ran for his life. The yelling orcs behind him became a dull sound in his ears as they threw spears but missed as they had bad aim at the fast moving elf. Desperately Legolas ran, never looking back to see the orcs running after him. He was tired and weak and couldn't run for much longer, so he decided to flip up into a tree and wait for the orcs to leave. The plan worked, soon the orcs ran past and Legolas jumped down and began to travel away from Mordor.
Legolas stumbled quite aimlessly for a while in the dark, his senses were dulled and he could not make out figures more than 2 metres in front of him. Finally giving up hope of getting out of the Mordor lands alive, he collapsed and fell into a dark unconscious state.
Aragorn rushed forward, determined to reach the halflings and Legolas before they got too near to Mordor. He heard behind him, the gruff breathe of his dwarf friend Gimli, but paid no attention to it. They carried on for at least half an hour under the cover of night, until Gimli stumbled over something limp and long.
"What the..." Gimli moaned as he pulled himself back up to look at the object on the floor, he dragged it up and revealed a pale elf, blood trickled from a deep gash on his head, and the arrow was still evident. " Aragorn! Quick, I found Legoals," Gimli yelled and the ranger spun around and ran back towards the figure.