I was swimming back to consciousness. Which now that I think of it, reminds me of a song.* Swimming , swimming in my swimming pool. Breast stroke , side stroke, fancy diving too ....*
Anyways , I sure as hell wasn't thinking that . It was more of : Ow my head , ow my back , ow my arms , ow my legs. Oooh pretty stars. I didn't open my eyes for fear of what was there . If I had been taken by Orcs , I'd never forgive myself. Ever. I opened my eyes slowly and took in my surroundings.
I was captured by Orcs. Death by humiliation. I figured if I played unconscious they'd leave me alone. But as turned on my side , a gasp escaped my throat.
"So, your awake little rat, " a particularly hideous orc snarled. I gave him one of my ice cold glares I give to my friends when I'm mad at them.The orc laughed and went away back to the campfire that was a few metres away from me. To calm myself , I tried to figure out what I knew .
a) My wrists , legs , and ankles were tied
b) I had a splitting headache
c) I still had my pack
d) I was hungry
e) I had a pulled muscle in my chest or something
g) 2+2=4
This altogether was not a pleasant combination. I scolded myself for not thinking of others. Was any one else taken? I glanced to the left of me and Pippin was staring back, green eyes full of fear. I listened around me . An argument was going on .This would've been the perfect time to escape except that I was tied up. Haha , pardon the pun.
"No! I heard that one of them has got something , something that's wanted for the War , some elvish plot or other. Anyways they'll both be questioned ," a growling voice said. "The rat , what's she wanted for ?" questioned another.
"Saruman wants a new plaything." Raucous laughter filled my ears. I turned back to look at Pippin who looked more scared then before. While doing this, I missed a bit of the conversation."The prisoners are not to be searched or plundered: those are my orders." I was hoping I was included in that remark or else I was in a lot of shinte. I decided not listen anymore. I was picked up and slung over someone's shoulder. Feeling sick and tired were what I was experiancing at that moment. My headache swallowed me whole.
I woke when someone shook me violently. "Get up, " a voice hissed and kicked me right where I thought I had pulled a muscle. I screamed in pain. There was a grating vibration in my lungs and something told me one of my ribs was broken. I was mad. If it wasn't bad enough being restrained , I couldn't fight back. I managed to hiss something , " Whatever happened to no spoiling ? "
One of the orcs yanked me up by my hair. This was obviously not the time to be sarcastic. "That , doesn't mean you." More raucous laughter. Then whoever was grabbing my hair dropped me.
I lay on the ground my breath coming in gasps .I watched the big- leader -ugly- butt pull Pippin up in the same way. He fell down and was yanked up again. "You bastards, " I hissed. Hating orcs was my new hobby.
I thought of a million curses that I could scream at them, namely : Whoa , you must have fallen out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
I happened to glance at Merry who looked really bad. Kinda of a grey tone really. The B.L.U.B as I'll call him, kicked Merry and ripped off the bandage on his head. Managing to look wasn't something I couldn't do. But after a few moments I heard Merry's cheerful voice :
"Hullo Pippin! So you've come on this little expedition, too ? Where do we get bed and breakfast? " I couldn't help but laugh.Then began laughing hysterically. Which hurt, I was laughing and crying at the same time. I was kicked and pushed to my weak legs. I felt like Bambi when he's skidding all over the ice , which is the best part of the movie. I didn't care anymore. I was happy.Which reminds me of another song... A big grin spread over my face.
* Always look on the briiiight side of life , do do dodo do do , Always look on the briiiiiight side of life , do do dodo do do, If life seems jolly rotten , there's summit you've forgotten , And that's to laugh smile and dance and sing. If yer feeling in the dumps , doooon't be silly chumps , just purse your lips and whistle that's the thing! Always...*
Whistling the tune I descended into the mist that lay before me.
Anyways , I sure as hell wasn't thinking that . It was more of : Ow my head , ow my back , ow my arms , ow my legs. Oooh pretty stars. I didn't open my eyes for fear of what was there . If I had been taken by Orcs , I'd never forgive myself. Ever. I opened my eyes slowly and took in my surroundings.
I was captured by Orcs. Death by humiliation. I figured if I played unconscious they'd leave me alone. But as turned on my side , a gasp escaped my throat.
"So, your awake little rat, " a particularly hideous orc snarled. I gave him one of my ice cold glares I give to my friends when I'm mad at them.The orc laughed and went away back to the campfire that was a few metres away from me. To calm myself , I tried to figure out what I knew .
a) My wrists , legs , and ankles were tied
b) I had a splitting headache
c) I still had my pack
d) I was hungry
e) I had a pulled muscle in my chest or something
g) 2+2=4
This altogether was not a pleasant combination. I scolded myself for not thinking of others. Was any one else taken? I glanced to the left of me and Pippin was staring back, green eyes full of fear. I listened around me . An argument was going on .This would've been the perfect time to escape except that I was tied up. Haha , pardon the pun.
"No! I heard that one of them has got something , something that's wanted for the War , some elvish plot or other. Anyways they'll both be questioned ," a growling voice said. "The rat , what's she wanted for ?" questioned another.
"Saruman wants a new plaything." Raucous laughter filled my ears. I turned back to look at Pippin who looked more scared then before. While doing this, I missed a bit of the conversation."The prisoners are not to be searched or plundered: those are my orders." I was hoping I was included in that remark or else I was in a lot of shinte. I decided not listen anymore. I was picked up and slung over someone's shoulder. Feeling sick and tired were what I was experiancing at that moment. My headache swallowed me whole.
I woke when someone shook me violently. "Get up, " a voice hissed and kicked me right where I thought I had pulled a muscle. I screamed in pain. There was a grating vibration in my lungs and something told me one of my ribs was broken. I was mad. If it wasn't bad enough being restrained , I couldn't fight back. I managed to hiss something , " Whatever happened to no spoiling ? "
One of the orcs yanked me up by my hair. This was obviously not the time to be sarcastic. "That , doesn't mean you." More raucous laughter. Then whoever was grabbing my hair dropped me.
I lay on the ground my breath coming in gasps .I watched the big- leader -ugly- butt pull Pippin up in the same way. He fell down and was yanked up again. "You bastards, " I hissed. Hating orcs was my new hobby.
I thought of a million curses that I could scream at them, namely : Whoa , you must have fallen out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
I happened to glance at Merry who looked really bad. Kinda of a grey tone really. The B.L.U.B as I'll call him, kicked Merry and ripped off the bandage on his head. Managing to look wasn't something I couldn't do. But after a few moments I heard Merry's cheerful voice :
"Hullo Pippin! So you've come on this little expedition, too ? Where do we get bed and breakfast? " I couldn't help but laugh.Then began laughing hysterically. Which hurt, I was laughing and crying at the same time. I was kicked and pushed to my weak legs. I felt like Bambi when he's skidding all over the ice , which is the best part of the movie. I didn't care anymore. I was happy.Which reminds me of another song... A big grin spread over my face.
* Always look on the briiiight side of life , do do dodo do do , Always look on the briiiiiight side of life , do do dodo do do, If life seems jolly rotten , there's summit you've forgotten , And that's to laugh smile and dance and sing. If yer feeling in the dumps , doooon't be silly chumps , just purse your lips and whistle that's the thing! Always...*
Whistling the tune I descended into the mist that lay before me.