Shadow of a Doubt
Chapter Ten : Hold On
by Capella no da
Note: Wow! Such a fast chapter! This one should be considerably longer and there's a little bit of cursing and bad things but hey! It's an orc. Whaddya expect?
an especially LARGE kudos to the reviewers! I was going to wait until I had 100 reviews to put this new chapter out...but oh well. *looks depressed* Can i get some more reviews? Prettty please? *puppy dog eyes*
Okay, the Orc in this fic I got from the really thorough website: http://www.shadowclan.cx/UO/CS/language.htm I know not all of it is accurate but who cares! It sounds cool!
And by the way, just in case you're wondering why so much time went by during when Harry was captured and when he reappears in the world -- time goes by differently in the tower he was trapped in. dunno if it's authentic but it fits and hey, ya never know!
And if Saruman seems OOC--he's just revealing his inner asshole. At least, that's how I view him when he's not all sweet and lovey. And Harry's not a wimp in this part, coz I'd be scared outta my mind too *^_^* oh and sorry about using the 'i am old but not yet dotard' remark -- everytime i read that in the books, it makes me laugh. ^_^
ENJOY!
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When the flashes of light in front of his eyes receded, Harry expected to see rusting chains, torture chambers, huge towering monsters with sharp, glistening teeth -- anything but what he saw. Which was darkness.
"What the bloody hell? --"
"Walk forward,'' came the smooth voice of Saruman behind him, and almost against his will, Harry's feet moved. He figured he had nothing to lose anyway.
"I hope you won't object terribly if I put these on, young wizard." A snap and click, and the feel of cold metal around his wrists, accompanied the words. Harry whirled around in sharp protest only to find Saruman nowhere in sight. Suspiciously narrowing his green eyes, he slowly spun back around --
-- and Saruman was an inch away from his face, thin lips smiling wickedly.
"Those aren't normal chains," he whispered dangerously. "If you get more than five feet away from the tower, it drains your soul out of your body. Then you can spend the rest of your wretched existence in the halls of Mandos, listening to Nienna spin her songs of sadness. That is, if they will take pity on your dirty spirit." He squeezed the chain in between the two cuffs, and a bolt of pain took Harry by suprise. Saruman smirked. "Follow me."
Trailing a few feet behind Saruman and staring dully at the ground, Harry didn't discern how long they walked until the tunnel opened up into a huge cavern. The stone beneath his bare feet became sharp and pierced his skin, making the footprints he left red with blood. He didn't notice. The cries and screams in a harsh, unforgiving language didn't reach his ears.
"We have arrived."
A sharp tug of the chain and Harry's eyes filled with pain-tears at the sharp pain. As he looked up, the dead light in his eyes quickly became one of fear.
"Wh-what is this place?"
The stone on which he stood was an outhanging, opening up into a gigantic underground cave. The stone walls were red with the reflected light from thousands of flickering fires scattered around the floor of the cavern. There were different levels of it, going so deep that Harry could barely see the fires at the bottom. And all around them were pictures of pain and fear.
What scared him the most at first were the creatures he saw everywhere, the things that he'd seen in the woods of Lothlorien what seemed like years ago. They almost seemed...bigger, this time, more hideous, with stringy hair and yellow fangs, distorted faces and bodies. Involuntarily, Harry shrunk back, not noticing the small smile on Saruman's face.
There were what looked like mud pits scattered everywhere. At first Harry didn't see why they were there, but a mud put not twenty feet below them caught his attention. It was...moving. There were chains that went into the struggling mud, and to Harry's horror, a figure slowly rose out of it. As the mud slid off it's body like water, one of the most hideous faces he'd ever seen came out from under it. Its yellow eyes were squinted, huge muscles nearly bursting out of the thing's animal clothing. As its eyes swept the room with surprising intelligence, Harry felt like running away as the creature's eyes looked straight at him.
Suddenly a hand gripped his shoulder. Harry looked up into the smug face of Saruman.
"You showed such an interest in my Uruk-hai that I think I really should introduce you." With astonishing strength, the wizard pushed Harry off the edge of the precipice.
Harry couldn't help the shriek of suprise that escaped his lips when he fell, nor the whimper of pain as he hit the bottom, twisting his ankle under him. For some reason, the Uruk-hai's eyes were suddenly on him with a strange sort of hunger. He tried to get up and nearly stumbled on his ankle as he slowly crept away from the huge Orc.
All of a sudden Saruman appeared next to Harry, grabbing the back of his neck and forcing him to look at the Orc. Saruman smiled slowly and asked something of the Orc in the same strange, rasping language that everyone else was speaking. Harry tried to listen to the Orc's response.
"Uld aughdu urthug tu raguga luba matuurz grabb ta!" it said roughly, keeping hungry eyes on Harry the entire time.
Saruman laughed cruelly. "He says that he doesn't know if he wants to eat the pretty mortal or fuck him."
Harry jerked in his grasp and stared up at the wizard with huge, liquid eyes. "Y-you can't--"
"Yes, I can, little Valar, and if you don't obey me, you'll find yourself entertaining these Orcs very soon. And I don't know if even you can survive that. I'm sure after a good fuck they get very hungry."
Thinking hard, an idea suddenly popped into Harry's head. Granted, it was probably something that would get him killed, but anything was better than this. Anything.
"Occaeco!" he shouted desperately, and at the same time twisted his hands out of Saruman's grasp. Gasps like tiny hissing fires came from all over the cavern as the Orcs and Saruman suddenly found themselves temporarily blind. Taking the only time he would probably ever get, Harry tore off through a hall to his right as fast as his legs would carry him, not stopping to wonder how the spell had worked without his wand.
Running down the dim tunnel, lit only by a few torches hanging on the wall, Harry ducked into a small crevasse to his left and crouched there, listening to the angry voices as they went by.
He stared at the chains, thinking, trying to figure out some way to escape them because, honestly, he was sure that anything was better than what Saruman had told him. So slowly, agonizingly, he steadily pulled his hand out of the cuff. He had to supress his whimpers of pain, for fear of being discovered, as blood slowly slicked the cuff. Finally, with a decisive pop as his thumb was dislocated, his hand was free.
"God..." he whispered, clutching his hand to his chest even as a little bit of happiness welled up in him. He wasn't going to die here. Saruman would not get that satisfaction from him. All he had to do was get his other hand out of the chains.
His other hand hurt almost more than the first, blood trickling down from where it had been rubbed raw. Flaps of skin hung off his hands and he couldn't bend his fingers at all, let alone his thumb. He could barely get up the courage to pop that back into place.
He was free. Determination seemed to get stronger, a newfound strength making him get to his feet. He had to find the doors. With that, he set out through the dark tunnel.
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After about six hours, panic began to set in. All the damned hallways looked exactly the same once he had emerged from the mud cavern, the only difference was the black stone that was now set in the walls. It didn't matter anyway, as the stone was seemingly indestructible. Harry cursed those walls not a small amount of times.
He was starting to get a little hysterical with the fear that he'd wander around these tunnels until he starved, or died from thirst, or just went mad; it already seemed like he close to the third, now. The possibility of seeing light and trees and Legolas were the only things that kept him going now, or else he would have just collapsed a long time ago for the Orcs to find. That Saruman might give him to that Uruk-hai -- the horror of that kept him on his feet. Anything had to be better than that. Every step he took, he prayed not to be found. His hands throbbed in pain and he couldn't breathe.
Suddenly, light seemed to blind him from all sides, making him wonder if Saruman had indeed found him. But when he could open his eyes and not squint, he realized that all he had done was go into a room full of windows. His eyes were tender from so long in the dark.
The room was huge, at least the size of the Great Hall at Hogwarts. It had windows all along one side of the black stoned walls, almost touching one another. And god - on the left side of the room were two magnificent doors, etched with words and flowing designes. Harry sprinted toward them with desperation. Free, he thought, Saruman is not going to bloody get me.
He was not more than five feet from the door when a wave of...something...washed over him. He stopped in confusion but decided to ignore it. The black-haired youth took one more step forward and was thrown backward in a blast of energy, skidding across the floor until he almost hit the wall opposite where he'd been. His vision blacked out for a moment, and when he came to, Saruman was standing in the front of the room, staring at him with unreadable eyes.
Is this another dream? Harry wondered, hoping with all his might it was. But the pain in his bloody hands was real and Saruman's voice when he spoke resonated around the room, dashing his hopes.
"Do you not think that I'd protect against this, filthy wizard? I may be hundreds of years old but not yet dotard. As your punishment I have agreed to let you...entertain my Uruk-hai warrior for a while. I have to keep them content if I want them under my rule."
As he spoke, the Uruk-hai that had been standing behind Saruman stepped in front of him, a strange gleam in his two yellow eyes. With a small whimper, Harry scooted away from him until his back hit the wall, as the orc advanced.
"Get away from me!" Harry said, barely above a whisper.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the dig of sharp teeth or -- something else -- when there was a tremedous BANG! and he heard a sharp cry of pain and a thud. He cautiously opened one eye, a loud gasp escaping his lips when he saw who it was.
"Gandalf?"
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Chapter Ten : Hold On
by Capella no da
Note: Wow! Such a fast chapter! This one should be considerably longer and there's a little bit of cursing and bad things but hey! It's an orc. Whaddya expect?
an especially LARGE kudos to the reviewers! I was going to wait until I had 100 reviews to put this new chapter out...but oh well. *looks depressed* Can i get some more reviews? Prettty please? *puppy dog eyes*
Okay, the Orc in this fic I got from the really thorough website: http://www.shadowclan.cx/UO/CS/language.htm I know not all of it is accurate but who cares! It sounds cool!
And by the way, just in case you're wondering why so much time went by during when Harry was captured and when he reappears in the world -- time goes by differently in the tower he was trapped in. dunno if it's authentic but it fits and hey, ya never know!
And if Saruman seems OOC--he's just revealing his inner asshole. At least, that's how I view him when he's not all sweet and lovey. And Harry's not a wimp in this part, coz I'd be scared outta my mind too *^_^* oh and sorry about using the 'i am old but not yet dotard' remark -- everytime i read that in the books, it makes me laugh. ^_^
ENJOY!
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When the flashes of light in front of his eyes receded, Harry expected to see rusting chains, torture chambers, huge towering monsters with sharp, glistening teeth -- anything but what he saw. Which was darkness.
"What the bloody hell? --"
"Walk forward,'' came the smooth voice of Saruman behind him, and almost against his will, Harry's feet moved. He figured he had nothing to lose anyway.
"I hope you won't object terribly if I put these on, young wizard." A snap and click, and the feel of cold metal around his wrists, accompanied the words. Harry whirled around in sharp protest only to find Saruman nowhere in sight. Suspiciously narrowing his green eyes, he slowly spun back around --
-- and Saruman was an inch away from his face, thin lips smiling wickedly.
"Those aren't normal chains," he whispered dangerously. "If you get more than five feet away from the tower, it drains your soul out of your body. Then you can spend the rest of your wretched existence in the halls of Mandos, listening to Nienna spin her songs of sadness. That is, if they will take pity on your dirty spirit." He squeezed the chain in between the two cuffs, and a bolt of pain took Harry by suprise. Saruman smirked. "Follow me."
Trailing a few feet behind Saruman and staring dully at the ground, Harry didn't discern how long they walked until the tunnel opened up into a huge cavern. The stone beneath his bare feet became sharp and pierced his skin, making the footprints he left red with blood. He didn't notice. The cries and screams in a harsh, unforgiving language didn't reach his ears.
"We have arrived."
A sharp tug of the chain and Harry's eyes filled with pain-tears at the sharp pain. As he looked up, the dead light in his eyes quickly became one of fear.
"Wh-what is this place?"
The stone on which he stood was an outhanging, opening up into a gigantic underground cave. The stone walls were red with the reflected light from thousands of flickering fires scattered around the floor of the cavern. There were different levels of it, going so deep that Harry could barely see the fires at the bottom. And all around them were pictures of pain and fear.
What scared him the most at first were the creatures he saw everywhere, the things that he'd seen in the woods of Lothlorien what seemed like years ago. They almost seemed...bigger, this time, more hideous, with stringy hair and yellow fangs, distorted faces and bodies. Involuntarily, Harry shrunk back, not noticing the small smile on Saruman's face.
There were what looked like mud pits scattered everywhere. At first Harry didn't see why they were there, but a mud put not twenty feet below them caught his attention. It was...moving. There were chains that went into the struggling mud, and to Harry's horror, a figure slowly rose out of it. As the mud slid off it's body like water, one of the most hideous faces he'd ever seen came out from under it. Its yellow eyes were squinted, huge muscles nearly bursting out of the thing's animal clothing. As its eyes swept the room with surprising intelligence, Harry felt like running away as the creature's eyes looked straight at him.
Suddenly a hand gripped his shoulder. Harry looked up into the smug face of Saruman.
"You showed such an interest in my Uruk-hai that I think I really should introduce you." With astonishing strength, the wizard pushed Harry off the edge of the precipice.
Harry couldn't help the shriek of suprise that escaped his lips when he fell, nor the whimper of pain as he hit the bottom, twisting his ankle under him. For some reason, the Uruk-hai's eyes were suddenly on him with a strange sort of hunger. He tried to get up and nearly stumbled on his ankle as he slowly crept away from the huge Orc.
All of a sudden Saruman appeared next to Harry, grabbing the back of his neck and forcing him to look at the Orc. Saruman smiled slowly and asked something of the Orc in the same strange, rasping language that everyone else was speaking. Harry tried to listen to the Orc's response.
"Uld aughdu urthug tu raguga luba matuurz grabb ta!" it said roughly, keeping hungry eyes on Harry the entire time.
Saruman laughed cruelly. "He says that he doesn't know if he wants to eat the pretty mortal or fuck him."
Harry jerked in his grasp and stared up at the wizard with huge, liquid eyes. "Y-you can't--"
"Yes, I can, little Valar, and if you don't obey me, you'll find yourself entertaining these Orcs very soon. And I don't know if even you can survive that. I'm sure after a good fuck they get very hungry."
Thinking hard, an idea suddenly popped into Harry's head. Granted, it was probably something that would get him killed, but anything was better than this. Anything.
"Occaeco!" he shouted desperately, and at the same time twisted his hands out of Saruman's grasp. Gasps like tiny hissing fires came from all over the cavern as the Orcs and Saruman suddenly found themselves temporarily blind. Taking the only time he would probably ever get, Harry tore off through a hall to his right as fast as his legs would carry him, not stopping to wonder how the spell had worked without his wand.
Running down the dim tunnel, lit only by a few torches hanging on the wall, Harry ducked into a small crevasse to his left and crouched there, listening to the angry voices as they went by.
He stared at the chains, thinking, trying to figure out some way to escape them because, honestly, he was sure that anything was better than what Saruman had told him. So slowly, agonizingly, he steadily pulled his hand out of the cuff. He had to supress his whimpers of pain, for fear of being discovered, as blood slowly slicked the cuff. Finally, with a decisive pop as his thumb was dislocated, his hand was free.
"God..." he whispered, clutching his hand to his chest even as a little bit of happiness welled up in him. He wasn't going to die here. Saruman would not get that satisfaction from him. All he had to do was get his other hand out of the chains.
His other hand hurt almost more than the first, blood trickling down from where it had been rubbed raw. Flaps of skin hung off his hands and he couldn't bend his fingers at all, let alone his thumb. He could barely get up the courage to pop that back into place.
He was free. Determination seemed to get stronger, a newfound strength making him get to his feet. He had to find the doors. With that, he set out through the dark tunnel.
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After about six hours, panic began to set in. All the damned hallways looked exactly the same once he had emerged from the mud cavern, the only difference was the black stone that was now set in the walls. It didn't matter anyway, as the stone was seemingly indestructible. Harry cursed those walls not a small amount of times.
He was starting to get a little hysterical with the fear that he'd wander around these tunnels until he starved, or died from thirst, or just went mad; it already seemed like he close to the third, now. The possibility of seeing light and trees and Legolas were the only things that kept him going now, or else he would have just collapsed a long time ago for the Orcs to find. That Saruman might give him to that Uruk-hai -- the horror of that kept him on his feet. Anything had to be better than that. Every step he took, he prayed not to be found. His hands throbbed in pain and he couldn't breathe.
Suddenly, light seemed to blind him from all sides, making him wonder if Saruman had indeed found him. But when he could open his eyes and not squint, he realized that all he had done was go into a room full of windows. His eyes were tender from so long in the dark.
The room was huge, at least the size of the Great Hall at Hogwarts. It had windows all along one side of the black stoned walls, almost touching one another. And god - on the left side of the room were two magnificent doors, etched with words and flowing designes. Harry sprinted toward them with desperation. Free, he thought, Saruman is not going to bloody get me.
He was not more than five feet from the door when a wave of...something...washed over him. He stopped in confusion but decided to ignore it. The black-haired youth took one more step forward and was thrown backward in a blast of energy, skidding across the floor until he almost hit the wall opposite where he'd been. His vision blacked out for a moment, and when he came to, Saruman was standing in the front of the room, staring at him with unreadable eyes.
Is this another dream? Harry wondered, hoping with all his might it was. But the pain in his bloody hands was real and Saruman's voice when he spoke resonated around the room, dashing his hopes.
"Do you not think that I'd protect against this, filthy wizard? I may be hundreds of years old but not yet dotard. As your punishment I have agreed to let you...entertain my Uruk-hai warrior for a while. I have to keep them content if I want them under my rule."
As he spoke, the Uruk-hai that had been standing behind Saruman stepped in front of him, a strange gleam in his two yellow eyes. With a small whimper, Harry scooted away from him until his back hit the wall, as the orc advanced.
"Get away from me!" Harry said, barely above a whisper.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the dig of sharp teeth or -- something else -- when there was a tremedous BANG! and he heard a sharp cry of pain and a thud. He cautiously opened one eye, a loud gasp escaping his lips when he saw who it was.
"Gandalf?"
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