Chapter 2
They trudged on endlessly, but there was no sign of food. Kochak was starting to kill their own for food, and no one wanted to mess with him.
Blaskh laid back and pulled an arrow out of his quiver. His long orc nails shone in the moonlight as he put it in the bow and started to scope out the land. As far as he could see, there wasn't anyone for miles. But he was so hungry! Maybe one bite off the halflings won't matter?
Romba eyed him suspiciously, she noticed the way he licked his lips. "He's hungry," she thought. And suddenly she knew that he would do it, even before he stood up and walked toward the prisoners. She watched as Blaskh approached the halflings, pulling out a knife.
She pulled out her sword and pounced on his back, plunging the blade deep into his back. Food, she thought. Blaskh howled in pain, but she covered his mouth, before he could wake the others. She took him to her fire and slit his throat. As she prepared to cook her meal, she thought she heard something outside the sentry wall.
Romba did her job well, by stopping the prisoners from being harmed, so she shouldn't have to do anything else that night. It wouldn't be fair, she was hungry! Her mind made up, she was suddenly shot in the chest twice, the second arrow striking her small black heart.
The orc fell dead, and Gimli and Legolas ran into the camp quietly, not making a single noise. Making his way over to the tied up Merry and Pippin would not be easy for Gimli, for orcs were strewn about everywhere.
But Legolas craftily walked on top of them, his feet barely touching their foul bodies. Once he had made it to them, he signaled Aragorn on the wall to begin the attack. Aragorn let out a shrill, sharp whistle, and at once they attacked the orcs.
Borimir ran through the gates and took out the archers with his crossbow. Blowing his horn of Gondor proudly, he pulled his sword out and set to work slaying orcs.
Meanwhile Aragorn was shooting orcs from above with his bow, Gimli was swinging his heavy axe in a great spin. Taking out four orcs, then another, he shouted out, "Five!"
Legolas smiled smugly as he stabbed an orc through its head, and another through the chest. "That's wonderful Gimli, but I count 10 on my side!"
Legolas loved to play a game called, Who Can Kill The Most Orcs, which Legolas always excelled at. Gimli threw an ax at another orc and it hit it in the belly, and it fell down dead.
But he was being careless, and not fighting strategically. Four orcs pounced on him, their daggers barely missing his shield, which was luckily drawn. Just then Borimir charged forward, decapitating one, and killing the other three in four precise slashes.
Helping the dwarf to his feet, he scolded him on being too impatient and headstrong. "I was right, it did get you in trouble during a battle."
Gimli only grunted in protest. Bellowing that a dwarf doesn't need advice on fighting, they invented it.
Of course the only reason they weren't still fighting was because Aragorn had just picked off the last one, sending it flying into a fire.
Merry and Pippin were so thankful they gave Borimir and Aragorn their pipes, which were their most prized possessions. "I take this in honor young Master Meriadoc," Borimir bowed respectfully.
Pippen was fidgeting with hunger, and looking around everywhere, "Ya' know, we had better get moving if we want to catch up with Frodo."
Aragorn took the boys aside and explained that Frodo was on his own.
AT that time Borimir apologized to Gimli for his scolding, "It wasn't necessary, you had the situation under control."
"Of course I did, four orcs couldn't take down Gimli, son of Gloin," Gimli lied.
Then Legolas lit his pipe and tapped Gimli on the shoulder smiling.
Gimli turned around huffing, "What do you want from me elf?!"
Legolas grinned, "twenty-five!"
Aragorn walked back over to Borimir and consulted with him about what to do next. "I believe we should head for Sauruman's fortress, it is all we can do."
Borimir shook his head, "It is not all, Sauruman would crush us. I think we should be hunting orcs, because though it may seem that way, there is a limit to their numbers."
After an hour of talking to all the members of the remaining Fellowship, Aragorn made his decision.
"Until our numbers grow, we shall hunt some orc scum!"
And so they ran into the night, heading towards Sauruman's fortress, but not to it. They would need more men to defeat the evil wizard, and it would take time to find them.
Legolas sent a single prayer out to Frodo, deep in Mordor's fires, "May our actions keep you hidden and untouched. We are coming to help you as soon as possible my friend."
They trudged on endlessly, but there was no sign of food. Kochak was starting to kill their own for food, and no one wanted to mess with him.
Blaskh laid back and pulled an arrow out of his quiver. His long orc nails shone in the moonlight as he put it in the bow and started to scope out the land. As far as he could see, there wasn't anyone for miles. But he was so hungry! Maybe one bite off the halflings won't matter?
Romba eyed him suspiciously, she noticed the way he licked his lips. "He's hungry," she thought. And suddenly she knew that he would do it, even before he stood up and walked toward the prisoners. She watched as Blaskh approached the halflings, pulling out a knife.
She pulled out her sword and pounced on his back, plunging the blade deep into his back. Food, she thought. Blaskh howled in pain, but she covered his mouth, before he could wake the others. She took him to her fire and slit his throat. As she prepared to cook her meal, she thought she heard something outside the sentry wall.
Romba did her job well, by stopping the prisoners from being harmed, so she shouldn't have to do anything else that night. It wouldn't be fair, she was hungry! Her mind made up, she was suddenly shot in the chest twice, the second arrow striking her small black heart.
The orc fell dead, and Gimli and Legolas ran into the camp quietly, not making a single noise. Making his way over to the tied up Merry and Pippin would not be easy for Gimli, for orcs were strewn about everywhere.
But Legolas craftily walked on top of them, his feet barely touching their foul bodies. Once he had made it to them, he signaled Aragorn on the wall to begin the attack. Aragorn let out a shrill, sharp whistle, and at once they attacked the orcs.
Borimir ran through the gates and took out the archers with his crossbow. Blowing his horn of Gondor proudly, he pulled his sword out and set to work slaying orcs.
Meanwhile Aragorn was shooting orcs from above with his bow, Gimli was swinging his heavy axe in a great spin. Taking out four orcs, then another, he shouted out, "Five!"
Legolas smiled smugly as he stabbed an orc through its head, and another through the chest. "That's wonderful Gimli, but I count 10 on my side!"
Legolas loved to play a game called, Who Can Kill The Most Orcs, which Legolas always excelled at. Gimli threw an ax at another orc and it hit it in the belly, and it fell down dead.
But he was being careless, and not fighting strategically. Four orcs pounced on him, their daggers barely missing his shield, which was luckily drawn. Just then Borimir charged forward, decapitating one, and killing the other three in four precise slashes.
Helping the dwarf to his feet, he scolded him on being too impatient and headstrong. "I was right, it did get you in trouble during a battle."
Gimli only grunted in protest. Bellowing that a dwarf doesn't need advice on fighting, they invented it.
Of course the only reason they weren't still fighting was because Aragorn had just picked off the last one, sending it flying into a fire.
Merry and Pippin were so thankful they gave Borimir and Aragorn their pipes, which were their most prized possessions. "I take this in honor young Master Meriadoc," Borimir bowed respectfully.
Pippen was fidgeting with hunger, and looking around everywhere, "Ya' know, we had better get moving if we want to catch up with Frodo."
Aragorn took the boys aside and explained that Frodo was on his own.
AT that time Borimir apologized to Gimli for his scolding, "It wasn't necessary, you had the situation under control."
"Of course I did, four orcs couldn't take down Gimli, son of Gloin," Gimli lied.
Then Legolas lit his pipe and tapped Gimli on the shoulder smiling.
Gimli turned around huffing, "What do you want from me elf?!"
Legolas grinned, "twenty-five!"
Aragorn walked back over to Borimir and consulted with him about what to do next. "I believe we should head for Sauruman's fortress, it is all we can do."
Borimir shook his head, "It is not all, Sauruman would crush us. I think we should be hunting orcs, because though it may seem that way, there is a limit to their numbers."
After an hour of talking to all the members of the remaining Fellowship, Aragorn made his decision.
"Until our numbers grow, we shall hunt some orc scum!"
And so they ran into the night, heading towards Sauruman's fortress, but not to it. They would need more men to defeat the evil wizard, and it would take time to find them.
Legolas sent a single prayer out to Frodo, deep in Mordor's fires, "May our actions keep you hidden and untouched. We are coming to help you as soon as possible my friend."