This is really pathetic. I've had this chapter ready for a month or so,
and I thought I had posted it, and suddenly realized I hadn't!! How
pathetic is that?? (don't answer)
Pippin didn't think he had ever felt so sore. After riding for many days, with barely any stops, it was no wonder he hurt. Several times he had begged Varad to slow down, but Varad shook his head.
Pippin had gained a strong dislike for him. And, he wondered, he never takes off that scarf over his mouth.
But Merry trusted him, as would he. On the seventeenth day, Arvarad agreed to stop for two nights to rest.
"We are near Gondor." Varad mused, looking up into the horizon. Merry said nothing, and the lull of the night slowly put Pippin to sleep.
Rough hands. Darkness. Pain, sharp pain. Pippin woke up, and in horror, found he could not see. He reached his hands to his face to find a clothe bound tightly around his head. Rough hands shook him awake, and a punch into he stomach, jerking pain into him, got him to get up, clutching his stomach. His hands were tied behind his back, and Pippin could tell they were not outside-no light shone through the clothe around his eyes.
"Merry?" he called weakly, "Varad?"
"Shut up." Said a harsh voice, kicking him roughly. In horror, Pippin recognized the voices. Orcs had gotten them. Some of the orcs that had not been killed, or had gone into hiding.
For how many days this continued, he did not know. Where Merry and Varad were, he could not guess.
A sudden, sharp cry split the air. Lots of clanging metal all of a sudden. The clothe bound around his eyes suddenly came lose. Varad. Varad looked to see if he was okay, and then turned back to the charging orcs, weapons drawn.
The Pippin's surprise, instead of a sword, Varad had a pair of sickles, modified into deadly weapons, which he used skillfully. And, to add to that, ninja throwing stars were being flung everywhere, with great aim, whenever Varad could transfer both sickles into one hand.
Orcs fell by the numbers. Pippin didn't see Merry, but Varad stuffed into his hand an orc sword. A foul weapon, but the hobbit had no other choice.
The small figure of Varad leaped up high, and, sickles sharp and steady, he slashed into the side of one of the orcs, who clutched its side, and then fell. Three others dropped, with ninja stars buried in their scalp. They were all dead or injured.
Varad grabbed Pippin's hand, whispering quickly, "Merry is with me, don't worry. Come quietly and keep your weapon drawn."
Yup the chapter ends there, it's kind of a cliffy, and I like to have people upset at me and my cliffies. Review. This time, hopefully I'll remember to post the new chapter I write!!
Pippin didn't think he had ever felt so sore. After riding for many days, with barely any stops, it was no wonder he hurt. Several times he had begged Varad to slow down, but Varad shook his head.
Pippin had gained a strong dislike for him. And, he wondered, he never takes off that scarf over his mouth.
But Merry trusted him, as would he. On the seventeenth day, Arvarad agreed to stop for two nights to rest.
"We are near Gondor." Varad mused, looking up into the horizon. Merry said nothing, and the lull of the night slowly put Pippin to sleep.
Rough hands. Darkness. Pain, sharp pain. Pippin woke up, and in horror, found he could not see. He reached his hands to his face to find a clothe bound tightly around his head. Rough hands shook him awake, and a punch into he stomach, jerking pain into him, got him to get up, clutching his stomach. His hands were tied behind his back, and Pippin could tell they were not outside-no light shone through the clothe around his eyes.
"Merry?" he called weakly, "Varad?"
"Shut up." Said a harsh voice, kicking him roughly. In horror, Pippin recognized the voices. Orcs had gotten them. Some of the orcs that had not been killed, or had gone into hiding.
For how many days this continued, he did not know. Where Merry and Varad were, he could not guess.
A sudden, sharp cry split the air. Lots of clanging metal all of a sudden. The clothe bound around his eyes suddenly came lose. Varad. Varad looked to see if he was okay, and then turned back to the charging orcs, weapons drawn.
The Pippin's surprise, instead of a sword, Varad had a pair of sickles, modified into deadly weapons, which he used skillfully. And, to add to that, ninja throwing stars were being flung everywhere, with great aim, whenever Varad could transfer both sickles into one hand.
Orcs fell by the numbers. Pippin didn't see Merry, but Varad stuffed into his hand an orc sword. A foul weapon, but the hobbit had no other choice.
The small figure of Varad leaped up high, and, sickles sharp and steady, he slashed into the side of one of the orcs, who clutched its side, and then fell. Three others dropped, with ninja stars buried in their scalp. They were all dead or injured.
Varad grabbed Pippin's hand, whispering quickly, "Merry is with me, don't worry. Come quietly and keep your weapon drawn."
Yup the chapter ends there, it's kind of a cliffy, and I like to have people upset at me and my cliffies. Review. This time, hopefully I'll remember to post the new chapter I write!!