Aryante slowly walked by herself down by where a few Orcs were sitting in a
circle while Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo hid behind a giant bolder.
'I cannot believe I'm doing this!' She thought to herself. The Orcs didn't notice her since they were talking amongst themselves. Aryante pretended to fall to the ground, her stomach on the ground, hoping to attract their attention. One of the Orcs saw her fall and told the others. They got up and went over to her.
"What is it?" One of the Orcs asked, cautiously nudging her side with its foot. Aryante was careful not to react, trying to hardly breathe. Another Orc pushed her over onto her back.
"It's an elf," The Orc growled.
"Is it dead?" Another Orc asked.
"I don't know," The Orc that nudged her said. "What's that around her neck?"
'Oh no,' Aryante thought. One of the Orcs bent down and reached for the necklace that held the Ring of Power around her neck. Aryante jumped up suddenly and started to run towards the hobbits, startling the most of the Orcs.
'Oh Ilúvatar,' She thought. 'Please don't have them call for more!'
"Get her!" One of the Orcs yelled. The chased after her, right behind the bolder where the hobbits were ready for them. They had their swords out and killed the unsuspecting Orcs quickly before they could react.
"If you EVER make me do anything like that again, I'll personally make sure each of you have only one meal a day for a month!" Aryante told them.
"Well then, we'll have to be more careful with our actions around you!" Merry joked, and they laughed quietly for what seemed the first time in years. They put the Orcs' clothing over theirs, Aryante having some difficulty covering up her Elven dress that she wore since she refused the undress in front of them. Already the sun was beginning to go down, a seemingly perfect time for them to sneak in behind a few Orcs that had been scouting the area. They followed a bit behind the few Orcs, right into the North gate of Mordor. The gate slammed shut behind them and they knew there was no turning back.
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They walked off into the shadows with some difficulty. There were Orcs scouting every where, and they had a feeling that they weren't going to go unnoticed forever. Once in the shadows and far away from any Orcs, they temporarily took off the Orc clothes and laid them beside them, not feeling like having the extra weight on them.
"Well," Aryante said. "What now?"
"Well, Mt. Doom is still a far ways away," Frodo said, gazing ahead of them where they could see Mt. Doom. 'It seems like thousands of miles away,' Aryante thought. They decided to travel in what shadows they could, carrying the Orc clothing with them in case they had to leave the shadows for any reason. Also in case any Orcs came near. Even so, they still tried to keep as far away from any Orcs that they could, even if it was just one.
They traveled for three days, only stopping every five hours for a short rest, trying to move as quickly as possible to Mt. Doom. Two times a day they would take the time to eat a little of the food and drink a very small amount of the water that they had brought with them, trying to be very conservative. They didn't know how long this might take. They guessed that, given nothing goes wrong, it should only take a week or so. But Aryante highly doubted that. Their quick pace hastened after a few days, the Ring of Power getting heavier around Aryante's neck the closer the got to Mt. Doom.
"Are you all right?" Pippin asked her on their fourth day.
"I'm fine," Aryante said, though she was not. The Ring of Power was quite enough to make her feel weak under its weight that it had seemed to gain, but the shadow in her mind continued to grow, wanting her to use the ring to draw Sauron to it.
"It's the ring, isn't it?" Pippin smiled at her. "I know it is, as I know that you are not fine. You've felt like using it lately, haven't you?" Aryante looked at Pippin, wondering how he knew. Was it really that obvious? Pippin laughed quietly.
"No, it isn't really obvious," He said. Could he read her mind or something? "And no, if you were thinking about it, I can't read your mind. I can just tell what you're thinking about."
"How?" Aryante couldn't help but ask.
"Your eyes tell me every thing," He said, looking straight into her deep blue eyes.
"Let's see then," His eyes seemed to be searching hers, looking for something. "When you were five, you fell off of a pony. Your brother's name is Sir Stagamore and you never had a second breakfast in your life." At that, Aryante couldn't help but laugh.
"No, no, and no," She laughed. "I've never fallen off of a horse, or pony, in my life. I don't have a brother, and since I've been around all four of you I have occasionally had a second breakfast."
"Really?" Pippin put a dumb founded look on his face.
"Thanks,"
"For what?"
"For trying to cheer me up, it worked," She leaned against him, letting her head rest on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Pippin put his arm around her and lightly kissed the top of her head.
"You're welcome," He whispered as she fell asleep for what little time they had to rest.
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A/N: OK, I know that was a shorter chapter than I usually have, but bare with me, people! I have all of these ideas for later chapters, but none for the ones in Mordor! I will have the Mordor chapters go along pretty quickly so that we can get to the fun stuff in the other chapters. You know the drill if you want to be notified when the next chapter is out.
More to come soon!
Now, please click that "Review" button! I'd really appreciate it!
'I cannot believe I'm doing this!' She thought to herself. The Orcs didn't notice her since they were talking amongst themselves. Aryante pretended to fall to the ground, her stomach on the ground, hoping to attract their attention. One of the Orcs saw her fall and told the others. They got up and went over to her.
"What is it?" One of the Orcs asked, cautiously nudging her side with its foot. Aryante was careful not to react, trying to hardly breathe. Another Orc pushed her over onto her back.
"It's an elf," The Orc growled.
"Is it dead?" Another Orc asked.
"I don't know," The Orc that nudged her said. "What's that around her neck?"
'Oh no,' Aryante thought. One of the Orcs bent down and reached for the necklace that held the Ring of Power around her neck. Aryante jumped up suddenly and started to run towards the hobbits, startling the most of the Orcs.
'Oh Ilúvatar,' She thought. 'Please don't have them call for more!'
"Get her!" One of the Orcs yelled. The chased after her, right behind the bolder where the hobbits were ready for them. They had their swords out and killed the unsuspecting Orcs quickly before they could react.
"If you EVER make me do anything like that again, I'll personally make sure each of you have only one meal a day for a month!" Aryante told them.
"Well then, we'll have to be more careful with our actions around you!" Merry joked, and they laughed quietly for what seemed the first time in years. They put the Orcs' clothing over theirs, Aryante having some difficulty covering up her Elven dress that she wore since she refused the undress in front of them. Already the sun was beginning to go down, a seemingly perfect time for them to sneak in behind a few Orcs that had been scouting the area. They followed a bit behind the few Orcs, right into the North gate of Mordor. The gate slammed shut behind them and they knew there was no turning back.
**********
They walked off into the shadows with some difficulty. There were Orcs scouting every where, and they had a feeling that they weren't going to go unnoticed forever. Once in the shadows and far away from any Orcs, they temporarily took off the Orc clothes and laid them beside them, not feeling like having the extra weight on them.
"Well," Aryante said. "What now?"
"Well, Mt. Doom is still a far ways away," Frodo said, gazing ahead of them where they could see Mt. Doom. 'It seems like thousands of miles away,' Aryante thought. They decided to travel in what shadows they could, carrying the Orc clothing with them in case they had to leave the shadows for any reason. Also in case any Orcs came near. Even so, they still tried to keep as far away from any Orcs that they could, even if it was just one.
They traveled for three days, only stopping every five hours for a short rest, trying to move as quickly as possible to Mt. Doom. Two times a day they would take the time to eat a little of the food and drink a very small amount of the water that they had brought with them, trying to be very conservative. They didn't know how long this might take. They guessed that, given nothing goes wrong, it should only take a week or so. But Aryante highly doubted that. Their quick pace hastened after a few days, the Ring of Power getting heavier around Aryante's neck the closer the got to Mt. Doom.
"Are you all right?" Pippin asked her on their fourth day.
"I'm fine," Aryante said, though she was not. The Ring of Power was quite enough to make her feel weak under its weight that it had seemed to gain, but the shadow in her mind continued to grow, wanting her to use the ring to draw Sauron to it.
"It's the ring, isn't it?" Pippin smiled at her. "I know it is, as I know that you are not fine. You've felt like using it lately, haven't you?" Aryante looked at Pippin, wondering how he knew. Was it really that obvious? Pippin laughed quietly.
"No, it isn't really obvious," He said. Could he read her mind or something? "And no, if you were thinking about it, I can't read your mind. I can just tell what you're thinking about."
"How?" Aryante couldn't help but ask.
"Your eyes tell me every thing," He said, looking straight into her deep blue eyes.
"Let's see then," His eyes seemed to be searching hers, looking for something. "When you were five, you fell off of a pony. Your brother's name is Sir Stagamore and you never had a second breakfast in your life." At that, Aryante couldn't help but laugh.
"No, no, and no," She laughed. "I've never fallen off of a horse, or pony, in my life. I don't have a brother, and since I've been around all four of you I have occasionally had a second breakfast."
"Really?" Pippin put a dumb founded look on his face.
"Thanks,"
"For what?"
"For trying to cheer me up, it worked," She leaned against him, letting her head rest on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Pippin put his arm around her and lightly kissed the top of her head.
"You're welcome," He whispered as she fell asleep for what little time they had to rest.
**
A/N: OK, I know that was a shorter chapter than I usually have, but bare with me, people! I have all of these ideas for later chapters, but none for the ones in Mordor! I will have the Mordor chapters go along pretty quickly so that we can get to the fun stuff in the other chapters. You know the drill if you want to be notified when the next chapter is out.
More to come soon!
Now, please click that "Review" button! I'd really appreciate it!