Oh my goodness. Does ff.net get joy out of screwing me over? *sigh* Sorry about the double posting of the last chapter!! There is not that much Legolas in the next few chapters, it is going to be mainly focused on Rowen.
Since no one has told me what happens in the silmarillion I've had to rely on my memory for most of the stuff. To anyone who's read the book:
[a] I'm very sorry for mutating the book
[b] Why didn't you tell me what happened??????
I'm aware that this is a VERY small chapter, but my computer shut down before I could save it and there was no backup file. This is basically a quarter of the chapter. When I'm less pissed off I'll write it again.
Chapter 6
Rowen groaned as she came around. She opened her eyes to darkness. When her eyes adjusted she found herself in a prison cell-type room.
"Where am I?" she asked out loud. The only response she got was her own echo. She closed her eyes and rubbed her throbbing forehead. She remembered being in her garden and then hearing the voice in the bushes.
"Oh, I must be somewhere in Orthanc then."
She painfully stood up and felt her way around the wall, searching for a way out. Finding none she then got on her knees and felt the floor. As she moved her hands along the dirt and grime her finger brushed against a large crack. Surprised she dusted away the dirt and followed the crack. Before long she had outlined a small trap door, but try as she might she could not push it open. Sighing she sat down on the floor and leaned against one of the walls.
"What do I do now?" she muttered to herself.
Suddenly she heard a creaking noise from down below. The trap door was pushed open and two orcs immediately jumped up and grabbed Rowen. Despite her struggles she was pulls downward into the waiting arms of three other orcs and led down the hallway. She tried to focus on anything but the blinding pain that shot up her legs as she was pushed and prodded along.
Before long they had reached the end of the long hallway and stood before two massive doors. The orcs pushed them open and Rowen found herself in Saruman's study. They threw her in a chair and left the room, closing and bolting the door as they left.
"So my dear, you have come." Said Saruman facing her.
"I did not really have very much choice in that matter, now did I?" she responded haughtily.
Saruman smiled craftily at her. "Did you enjoy your stay?"
She raised an eyebrow. "That would be very hard as I was staying in a dungeon."
"You could go home you know, if you gave me what I wanted."
Rowen growled lightly under her breath. "And what would that be?"
Saruman gestured to her neck. "The stone."
Rowen unconsciously grasped her necklace. "It's just a simple stone, passed down throughout my family."
Saruman laughed, a cold, uncaring sound. "Just a simple stone? It most certainly is not. That, my dear, is a Silmaril."
*sniff* r&r please
Since no one has told me what happens in the silmarillion I've had to rely on my memory for most of the stuff. To anyone who's read the book:
[a] I'm very sorry for mutating the book
[b] Why didn't you tell me what happened??????
I'm aware that this is a VERY small chapter, but my computer shut down before I could save it and there was no backup file. This is basically a quarter of the chapter. When I'm less pissed off I'll write it again.
Chapter 6
Rowen groaned as she came around. She opened her eyes to darkness. When her eyes adjusted she found herself in a prison cell-type room.
"Where am I?" she asked out loud. The only response she got was her own echo. She closed her eyes and rubbed her throbbing forehead. She remembered being in her garden and then hearing the voice in the bushes.
"Oh, I must be somewhere in Orthanc then."
She painfully stood up and felt her way around the wall, searching for a way out. Finding none she then got on her knees and felt the floor. As she moved her hands along the dirt and grime her finger brushed against a large crack. Surprised she dusted away the dirt and followed the crack. Before long she had outlined a small trap door, but try as she might she could not push it open. Sighing she sat down on the floor and leaned against one of the walls.
"What do I do now?" she muttered to herself.
Suddenly she heard a creaking noise from down below. The trap door was pushed open and two orcs immediately jumped up and grabbed Rowen. Despite her struggles she was pulls downward into the waiting arms of three other orcs and led down the hallway. She tried to focus on anything but the blinding pain that shot up her legs as she was pushed and prodded along.
Before long they had reached the end of the long hallway and stood before two massive doors. The orcs pushed them open and Rowen found herself in Saruman's study. They threw her in a chair and left the room, closing and bolting the door as they left.
"So my dear, you have come." Said Saruman facing her.
"I did not really have very much choice in that matter, now did I?" she responded haughtily.
Saruman smiled craftily at her. "Did you enjoy your stay?"
She raised an eyebrow. "That would be very hard as I was staying in a dungeon."
"You could go home you know, if you gave me what I wanted."
Rowen growled lightly under her breath. "And what would that be?"
Saruman gestured to her neck. "The stone."
Rowen unconsciously grasped her necklace. "It's just a simple stone, passed down throughout my family."
Saruman laughed, a cold, uncaring sound. "Just a simple stone? It most certainly is not. That, my dear, is a Silmaril."
*sniff* r&r please