Disclaimer: Why don't I own Lord of the Rings? *sigh* Well, until maybe the
Tolkien family takes pity on me, I do not own any of the characters or
places mentioned in this story. Please don't sue me! I know I am cruel to
them but I swear I will try to save them. Hope you enjoy!
Elf of Rivendell: The preciousss sssstory continuesss for you, precioussss!
FrodoFan: Yay- go you! Of course you are welcome to join the spoof- just click on the reviews for Unofficial Lord of the Rings spoof and I have left you a message. *grabs soul and hands it back to FrodoFan* There you go. :-)
Lil*bee: Mwa ha ha ha! Torture them I do, my friend.
Barmy-the-elf: Well, yes, I see your point. I do not like any of the characters pictured as the main hero. I'm a big Frodo sucker myself but still. Legolas is not the superhero here but neither is anyone else. Still- so pleased you aren't disappointed with it!
Shirebound: The 13th Avalanche chapter was fantastic! Thank you for your lovely comments!
Bulma Greenleaf: Ta- I think I read some of your work too .. yeah, I remember! Aw cool, you wrote The Lord of the Parody. That was hilarious!
Elven Maiden: So glad you're liking Lost in Moria. Reviewers make it all worth while.
TrueFan: Naughty! Well, don't get in trouble on my account. But, still, thank you for your comments.
MagicalRachel: Heehee, I still don't believe you- evil talented person. I'm an evil cliffhanger person. I leave Legolas looking down into abyss', Frodo faced by orcs. *eyes roll madly* Stand back! You don't know what I might do next!
~ Chapter Eight ~
The elf felt his heart hammering. He looked round but he dared not shout out again. Frodo had known something. Why else would he have been so frightened? He could hear the distant cry of voices. Quietly, he skirted up the walls of the tunnel, straining his ears.
"You 'alfwit. It ain't got nothin' on it. It's just one of 'em halflings. What do we want it for?"
"Call me 'alfwit again and I'll knock you all the way to Sauron! What we want 'im for hostagin'. We hold 'im hostage, right? The wizard and the rest of 'em come runnin' and get themselves killed."
Legolas sucked in his breath and felt the Ring grow heavier in his hand. The Fellowship, he knew, would go wild. They would believe that the enemy had Frodo. Frodo had the Ring in their knowledge. They would come in search for him. The elf ran a hand through his hair. There was no way out. He had to get Frodo before the orcs .. before they .. To be honest, he dared not think what they might do to him. They had come all this way only to fail. No, he thought, no, we must not let this happen!
In Frodo's mind, he saw Ringwraiths on tall black horses. They loomed over him, their faces empty. Their hands reached for him but then suddenly turned away. They were going to Legolas. They reached the Ford of Bruinen and began to cross over towards the elf on the other side.
"No!" Frodo called weakly. He tried getting to is feet but Old Man Willow had him pinned to the earth. The Nazgul had reached Legolas. He covered his face with his hands as they bore down on him. Frodo felt a searing pain in his shoulder. A dagger! The one from Weathertop was digging into his side. He cried out in agony. The scene started swimming before his eyes. The green and blue of the landscape seemed to slither into one another. The colour died to a murky brown then black and Frodo suddenly found himself in a dark stony gallery. An orc was standing nearby holding a lash.
"'E's awake, Revtaz!" it bellowed. Frodo winced.
"W-where am I?" he whispered. The orc glared at him but did not strike him. He ignored the comment and called again to Revtaz. Another orc appeared with a ladder of rings down its nose. It inspected the hobbit, fastened to the wall with chains and nodded approvingly.
"Good work, Ishtû. Nasty piece of filth, this one."
"Where am I?" Frodo forced out of his mouth. It felt dry and his throat hurt. Revtaz glowered at him through narrow black eyes. In grating tones he replied,
"You're at our mercy."
Frodo swallowed. His arms, legs and torso were throbbing with pain and all the blood had come out of his fingers where his wrists cut off circulation. He sighed. Revtaz grinned and Ishtû laughed accordingly.
"You're 'ostage. You ain't escapin'. You ain't going nowhere. You're just going to sit 'ere in the dark and you're going to be quiet and then we're going to kill yer mates."
Frodo's head snapped up and he shook it frantically.
"No," he hissed through clenched teeth, "Please.. don't!"
But the orcs did not hear him. They turned away and went off laughing down the passageway. Frodo tugged weakly at the chains binding him to the wall. But it was useless. He hurt too much and he was exhausted from wounds and from running. His last glimmering memory was Legolas' face, filled with confusion but filled with trust.
Legolas ran up the tunnel, desperately listening for the voices. He was heading towards a green light. He dared not call Frodo's name any longer for he felt a danger drawing closer with every stride. He turned a corner only to come bang up against a broad door. He stubbed his bare toe on it and pranced around for a moment until the pain subsided. He pressed an ear to the panelling and heard low voices having a conversation beyond. He shook his head in rage. Orcs. How he hated them. Legolas's face contorted as the thought of Frodo trapped, afraid and wounded in the hands of these foul creatures.
"I'm not going to lose him again," he muttered and he put a shoulder to the door, readied himself and pushed it wide open.
Elf of Rivendell: The preciousss sssstory continuesss for you, precioussss!
FrodoFan: Yay- go you! Of course you are welcome to join the spoof- just click on the reviews for Unofficial Lord of the Rings spoof and I have left you a message. *grabs soul and hands it back to FrodoFan* There you go. :-)
Lil*bee: Mwa ha ha ha! Torture them I do, my friend.
Barmy-the-elf: Well, yes, I see your point. I do not like any of the characters pictured as the main hero. I'm a big Frodo sucker myself but still. Legolas is not the superhero here but neither is anyone else. Still- so pleased you aren't disappointed with it!
Shirebound: The 13th Avalanche chapter was fantastic! Thank you for your lovely comments!
Bulma Greenleaf: Ta- I think I read some of your work too .. yeah, I remember! Aw cool, you wrote The Lord of the Parody. That was hilarious!
Elven Maiden: So glad you're liking Lost in Moria. Reviewers make it all worth while.
TrueFan: Naughty! Well, don't get in trouble on my account. But, still, thank you for your comments.
MagicalRachel: Heehee, I still don't believe you- evil talented person. I'm an evil cliffhanger person. I leave Legolas looking down into abyss', Frodo faced by orcs. *eyes roll madly* Stand back! You don't know what I might do next!
~ Chapter Eight ~
The elf felt his heart hammering. He looked round but he dared not shout out again. Frodo had known something. Why else would he have been so frightened? He could hear the distant cry of voices. Quietly, he skirted up the walls of the tunnel, straining his ears.
"You 'alfwit. It ain't got nothin' on it. It's just one of 'em halflings. What do we want it for?"
"Call me 'alfwit again and I'll knock you all the way to Sauron! What we want 'im for hostagin'. We hold 'im hostage, right? The wizard and the rest of 'em come runnin' and get themselves killed."
Legolas sucked in his breath and felt the Ring grow heavier in his hand. The Fellowship, he knew, would go wild. They would believe that the enemy had Frodo. Frodo had the Ring in their knowledge. They would come in search for him. The elf ran a hand through his hair. There was no way out. He had to get Frodo before the orcs .. before they .. To be honest, he dared not think what they might do to him. They had come all this way only to fail. No, he thought, no, we must not let this happen!
In Frodo's mind, he saw Ringwraiths on tall black horses. They loomed over him, their faces empty. Their hands reached for him but then suddenly turned away. They were going to Legolas. They reached the Ford of Bruinen and began to cross over towards the elf on the other side.
"No!" Frodo called weakly. He tried getting to is feet but Old Man Willow had him pinned to the earth. The Nazgul had reached Legolas. He covered his face with his hands as they bore down on him. Frodo felt a searing pain in his shoulder. A dagger! The one from Weathertop was digging into his side. He cried out in agony. The scene started swimming before his eyes. The green and blue of the landscape seemed to slither into one another. The colour died to a murky brown then black and Frodo suddenly found himself in a dark stony gallery. An orc was standing nearby holding a lash.
"'E's awake, Revtaz!" it bellowed. Frodo winced.
"W-where am I?" he whispered. The orc glared at him but did not strike him. He ignored the comment and called again to Revtaz. Another orc appeared with a ladder of rings down its nose. It inspected the hobbit, fastened to the wall with chains and nodded approvingly.
"Good work, Ishtû. Nasty piece of filth, this one."
"Where am I?" Frodo forced out of his mouth. It felt dry and his throat hurt. Revtaz glowered at him through narrow black eyes. In grating tones he replied,
"You're at our mercy."
Frodo swallowed. His arms, legs and torso were throbbing with pain and all the blood had come out of his fingers where his wrists cut off circulation. He sighed. Revtaz grinned and Ishtû laughed accordingly.
"You're 'ostage. You ain't escapin'. You ain't going nowhere. You're just going to sit 'ere in the dark and you're going to be quiet and then we're going to kill yer mates."
Frodo's head snapped up and he shook it frantically.
"No," he hissed through clenched teeth, "Please.. don't!"
But the orcs did not hear him. They turned away and went off laughing down the passageway. Frodo tugged weakly at the chains binding him to the wall. But it was useless. He hurt too much and he was exhausted from wounds and from running. His last glimmering memory was Legolas' face, filled with confusion but filled with trust.
Legolas ran up the tunnel, desperately listening for the voices. He was heading towards a green light. He dared not call Frodo's name any longer for he felt a danger drawing closer with every stride. He turned a corner only to come bang up against a broad door. He stubbed his bare toe on it and pranced around for a moment until the pain subsided. He pressed an ear to the panelling and heard low voices having a conversation beyond. He shook his head in rage. Orcs. How he hated them. Legolas's face contorted as the thought of Frodo trapped, afraid and wounded in the hands of these foul creatures.
"I'm not going to lose him again," he muttered and he put a shoulder to the door, readied himself and pushed it wide open.