Pain engulfed Merry's body when he awoke. His shirt was on the ground and
three ugly orcs were hunched over his body. He tried to move his arms, but
strangely they would not answer by movement. Not even pain told him that
his limbs were still intact. He realized he could neither move his legs.
He strained his eyes for his head was positioned between two rather large
stones and looked around at anything that might profess itself as a way of
escape.
Nothing. He could now hear the orcs. They were chanting something. Something strange. A figure dressed in black and gray rags approached, on its belt was a sword but in its hand was a dagger, long and crooked. It threw up it's hood and shed it's robes in one movement and the cloth felll on Merry's chest.
It reared up and in a throaty voice roared, ' Ka Illiacian Sdadrimafuge. Caso Tel di'om.'
Merry suddenly felt fear for his life as the rest of the orcs gathered in chanting the same thing, constantly growing louder. The figure who could now be only an orc raised the knife above it's head and stepped over Merry's body.
He clenched his eyes shut. He would now die. Pain flared through his left arm. Fire that could not be quenched seemed to spread up his limb moving ever faster towards his torso. A large fleshy object landed on him and sticky liquid started to pour over his body.
'They've drugged him,' a voice said.
'Looks like a child. must be a halfling.'
Merry opened an eye very cautiously. A blonde haired female stood above him pulling the chief orcs body off of him. 'Who are you,' he asked.
The girl stood with the body and pulled an arrow from the thing's back. She wore a olive green cloak and underneath an earth toned tunic. 'They call me Wudandre Greenleaf.'
'Where is Merry!' Eldarion yelled a an elf who met them in the wounded hobbit's room.
'Master Eldarion, Merry is-' the elf started to say, unsure of the answer to his own statement.
'Look there's a hole in the floor,' Faramir noticed as he rolled his sword in his hand.
Eldarion turned to the elf, 'Go get the rest of the Fellowship. NOW!'
The prince then turned to the hobbit. 'Let's head down there. Merry needs are help.'
Faramir nodded and slid into the crevace followed closely by Eldarion.
Note: Okay I know this was a short chapter. I'll finish this story up soon. Wudandre considering you were the only one who submitted a name. plus the name works.
Nothing. He could now hear the orcs. They were chanting something. Something strange. A figure dressed in black and gray rags approached, on its belt was a sword but in its hand was a dagger, long and crooked. It threw up it's hood and shed it's robes in one movement and the cloth felll on Merry's chest.
It reared up and in a throaty voice roared, ' Ka Illiacian Sdadrimafuge. Caso Tel di'om.'
Merry suddenly felt fear for his life as the rest of the orcs gathered in chanting the same thing, constantly growing louder. The figure who could now be only an orc raised the knife above it's head and stepped over Merry's body.
He clenched his eyes shut. He would now die. Pain flared through his left arm. Fire that could not be quenched seemed to spread up his limb moving ever faster towards his torso. A large fleshy object landed on him and sticky liquid started to pour over his body.
'They've drugged him,' a voice said.
'Looks like a child. must be a halfling.'
Merry opened an eye very cautiously. A blonde haired female stood above him pulling the chief orcs body off of him. 'Who are you,' he asked.
The girl stood with the body and pulled an arrow from the thing's back. She wore a olive green cloak and underneath an earth toned tunic. 'They call me Wudandre Greenleaf.'
'Where is Merry!' Eldarion yelled a an elf who met them in the wounded hobbit's room.
'Master Eldarion, Merry is-' the elf started to say, unsure of the answer to his own statement.
'Look there's a hole in the floor,' Faramir noticed as he rolled his sword in his hand.
Eldarion turned to the elf, 'Go get the rest of the Fellowship. NOW!'
The prince then turned to the hobbit. 'Let's head down there. Merry needs are help.'
Faramir nodded and slid into the crevace followed closely by Eldarion.
Note: Okay I know this was a short chapter. I'll finish this story up soon. Wudandre considering you were the only one who submitted a name. plus the name works.