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The Diary of an Orc..continued
*~*~*
No one talked to me for a long time after I got back from the river. No one dared to. They had heard my sobs and seen my sorrow at being something I couldn't be ever again. Gandalf apologised, but it wasn't his fault. He was trying to help me and help the others be friendlier.
They are, kind of. The small people talk to me more than anyone else. They ask me about being an Orc and what its like. They are really curious about everything!
Legolas just ignores me, avoids eye contact and only speaks to me when it is absolutely necessary.
Aragorn told me to never speak of the Evenstar again. That's all right with me; it's painful to think of past friends when you have none.
Boromir talks to me, sometimes. Most times he gets this warning glance from Aragorn or Legolas and stops.
It's highly irritating.
We are stopped just before Caradhras and the small people are learning how to fight with Boromir instructing them. I heard the Crebain before I saw them.
"Legolas!" I called. He paused and looked at me, reluctantly.
"Look, over there!"
Legolas looked then blinked, confused.
"Legolas!" I hissed, breaking him from his little moment.
"Crebain!" He called out, remembering himself. "From Dunland!"
Gandalf looked up and frowned.
"The Spies of Saruman!"
I froze. I couldn't be seen, or else I'd be killed. Straight off, no questions asked. I grabbed a cloak and threw it on, hiding my face, then dived underneath a rock that jutted out. I pulled the cloak right over me so I was completely hidden from sight.
Once the birds had gone, we emerged. Gandalf sighed heavily and looked back at us. "The passage South is being watch. We must take the path of Caradhras."
Legolas glared at me, his mouth twisting into an awful sneer.
I realised that I must have his cloak. I groaned inwardly. I couldn't have chosen a better person.
I held out his cloak, brushing of bits of dirt that clung to it.
Legolas looked from the cloak to me.
"Keep it." He said.
*~*~*
The mountain is horrible.
Today, I plodded through the snow like the rest of the Fellowship, with the exception of Legolas. He walked ahead slowly, easily and without getting his feet cold with snow. For an awful moment, I felt this overwhelming rage overcome me. I hated him. I hated all the Elves for being what I could not.
I glared angrily after him, and then tried to step onto the snow without sinking down.
It didn't work.
Of course not, only Elves can do that.
*~*~*
An avalanche.
Saruman.
We have turned back, thank goodness. I was starting to lose the feeling in my feet; my boots were filled with snow and icy cold water.
We are headed towards Moria. I know there are Goblins there, but I haven't told the others. I haven't exactly been listened to.
"Aragorn, there are -" I started.
He just held up his hand and silenced me.
"Shhh.."
I sighed angrily and tried Gimli.
"Gimli, there are Goblins at Moria!"
Gimli turned to me and chuckled. He seems to find it harder than the others to hold a grudge.
"Nonsense! Balin would have out fought them and burned their carcasses on the fire!"
I shook my head sadly and hoped he was right.
*~*~*
He wasn't. There are corpses all over the stairs that led to Moria. Legolas confirmed what I had said. He picked up an arrow and examined it closely.
We were about to flee from the Mines when the Ring-Bearer, as most call him, was grasped by the Watcher and flung into the air, ready to be served as the Watchers next meal.
Boromir, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and I all tried to free the Small Person, but only succeeded in infuriating the creature even more.
I was about to hack at a large tentacle that appeared in front of me when everything turned the wrong way up and I was swung around in the air so fast I nearly lost my lunch.
I saw Frodo and made a desperate grab for his arm, wrenching him loose and throwing him towards Boromir, who was standing, ready to catch him.
Then, my heart sank so far down; I actually wanted to be eaten by the Watcher.
I heard Gandalf cry out to the others.
"Into the Mines!"
And they went.
I was thrown upon the rocky shore as the Watcher fiercely attacked the Doors of Durin, crumbling them and causing the whole entranceway to collapse.
*~*~*
I wonder if they have even noticed that they left me behind.
I wonder if they care.
*~*~*
After many, many, many hours of scrabbling, lifting rocks and trying my hardest not to awaken the Watcher who forgot all about me after I was dropped, I managed to squeeze my way into the Mines.
I feel as if my body had been tossed carelessly from the highest tower in Middle Earth. I awoke this morning, unable to open my eyes for the blood from a wound on my forehead had glued them shut. After some time, I manage to get them open, only to be greeted by the depressing gloom of the fallen Dwarven city.
*~*~*
I have seen signs that the Fellowship has passed the way I have come. I am glad to be able to see the tracks, though they are well hidden. I feel so lost in this place; the air seems to press against me, making breathing hard.
I have also seen signs that someone if following the Fellowship.
Someone, or something.
*~*~*
They are much further ahead than I first thought. For all I know, they could be out and continuing on their way towards Mordor.
Mordor. I shudder to even think of that name.
*~*~*
I am so lonely, even singing doesn't help. I have tried, but then realised I should be making so much sound, anyone could be watching in the darkness.
*~*~*
Screams in the dark.
I am frantic, trying to convince myself that it is just my imagination, but I cannot stop the choking fear from clouding my mind.
I have made much too much noise. I am a little way behind the Fellowship now; I can hear their voice, barely.
I know that Elves are not supposed to be scared, but I can sense something much, much worse than Goblins in the gloom.
*~*~*
No! It cannot be!
*~*~*
A Balrog lurks in the Shadows, its fire burning, hidden from my eyes.
I saw it today; its size caused me to stop breathing. I couldn't move, panic seizing every muscle in this horrible body and refusing to let them move.
It didn't see me though, just went along its way.
It is stalking the Fellowship.
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Ok. Another chapter for you guys. Thanks heaps for your reviews!
I've re-done chapter 1 and 2. Hopefully they are a little more correct than they were.
Please tell me if anything's wrong.
The Diary of an Orc..continued
*~*~*
No one talked to me for a long time after I got back from the river. No one dared to. They had heard my sobs and seen my sorrow at being something I couldn't be ever again. Gandalf apologised, but it wasn't his fault. He was trying to help me and help the others be friendlier.
They are, kind of. The small people talk to me more than anyone else. They ask me about being an Orc and what its like. They are really curious about everything!
Legolas just ignores me, avoids eye contact and only speaks to me when it is absolutely necessary.
Aragorn told me to never speak of the Evenstar again. That's all right with me; it's painful to think of past friends when you have none.
Boromir talks to me, sometimes. Most times he gets this warning glance from Aragorn or Legolas and stops.
It's highly irritating.
We are stopped just before Caradhras and the small people are learning how to fight with Boromir instructing them. I heard the Crebain before I saw them.
"Legolas!" I called. He paused and looked at me, reluctantly.
"Look, over there!"
Legolas looked then blinked, confused.
"Legolas!" I hissed, breaking him from his little moment.
"Crebain!" He called out, remembering himself. "From Dunland!"
Gandalf looked up and frowned.
"The Spies of Saruman!"
I froze. I couldn't be seen, or else I'd be killed. Straight off, no questions asked. I grabbed a cloak and threw it on, hiding my face, then dived underneath a rock that jutted out. I pulled the cloak right over me so I was completely hidden from sight.
Once the birds had gone, we emerged. Gandalf sighed heavily and looked back at us. "The passage South is being watch. We must take the path of Caradhras."
Legolas glared at me, his mouth twisting into an awful sneer.
I realised that I must have his cloak. I groaned inwardly. I couldn't have chosen a better person.
I held out his cloak, brushing of bits of dirt that clung to it.
Legolas looked from the cloak to me.
"Keep it." He said.
*~*~*
The mountain is horrible.
Today, I plodded through the snow like the rest of the Fellowship, with the exception of Legolas. He walked ahead slowly, easily and without getting his feet cold with snow. For an awful moment, I felt this overwhelming rage overcome me. I hated him. I hated all the Elves for being what I could not.
I glared angrily after him, and then tried to step onto the snow without sinking down.
It didn't work.
Of course not, only Elves can do that.
*~*~*
An avalanche.
Saruman.
We have turned back, thank goodness. I was starting to lose the feeling in my feet; my boots were filled with snow and icy cold water.
We are headed towards Moria. I know there are Goblins there, but I haven't told the others. I haven't exactly been listened to.
"Aragorn, there are -" I started.
He just held up his hand and silenced me.
"Shhh.."
I sighed angrily and tried Gimli.
"Gimli, there are Goblins at Moria!"
Gimli turned to me and chuckled. He seems to find it harder than the others to hold a grudge.
"Nonsense! Balin would have out fought them and burned their carcasses on the fire!"
I shook my head sadly and hoped he was right.
*~*~*
He wasn't. There are corpses all over the stairs that led to Moria. Legolas confirmed what I had said. He picked up an arrow and examined it closely.
We were about to flee from the Mines when the Ring-Bearer, as most call him, was grasped by the Watcher and flung into the air, ready to be served as the Watchers next meal.
Boromir, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and I all tried to free the Small Person, but only succeeded in infuriating the creature even more.
I was about to hack at a large tentacle that appeared in front of me when everything turned the wrong way up and I was swung around in the air so fast I nearly lost my lunch.
I saw Frodo and made a desperate grab for his arm, wrenching him loose and throwing him towards Boromir, who was standing, ready to catch him.
Then, my heart sank so far down; I actually wanted to be eaten by the Watcher.
I heard Gandalf cry out to the others.
"Into the Mines!"
And they went.
I was thrown upon the rocky shore as the Watcher fiercely attacked the Doors of Durin, crumbling them and causing the whole entranceway to collapse.
*~*~*
I wonder if they have even noticed that they left me behind.
I wonder if they care.
*~*~*
After many, many, many hours of scrabbling, lifting rocks and trying my hardest not to awaken the Watcher who forgot all about me after I was dropped, I managed to squeeze my way into the Mines.
I feel as if my body had been tossed carelessly from the highest tower in Middle Earth. I awoke this morning, unable to open my eyes for the blood from a wound on my forehead had glued them shut. After some time, I manage to get them open, only to be greeted by the depressing gloom of the fallen Dwarven city.
*~*~*
I have seen signs that the Fellowship has passed the way I have come. I am glad to be able to see the tracks, though they are well hidden. I feel so lost in this place; the air seems to press against me, making breathing hard.
I have also seen signs that someone if following the Fellowship.
Someone, or something.
*~*~*
They are much further ahead than I first thought. For all I know, they could be out and continuing on their way towards Mordor.
Mordor. I shudder to even think of that name.
*~*~*
I am so lonely, even singing doesn't help. I have tried, but then realised I should be making so much sound, anyone could be watching in the darkness.
*~*~*
Screams in the dark.
I am frantic, trying to convince myself that it is just my imagination, but I cannot stop the choking fear from clouding my mind.
I have made much too much noise. I am a little way behind the Fellowship now; I can hear their voice, barely.
I know that Elves are not supposed to be scared, but I can sense something much, much worse than Goblins in the gloom.
*~*~*
No! It cannot be!
*~*~*
A Balrog lurks in the Shadows, its fire burning, hidden from my eyes.
I saw it today; its size caused me to stop breathing. I couldn't move, panic seizing every muscle in this horrible body and refusing to let them move.
It didn't see me though, just went along its way.
It is stalking the Fellowship.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ok. Another chapter for you guys. Thanks heaps for your reviews!
I've re-done chapter 1 and 2. Hopefully they are a little more correct than they were.
Please tell me if anything's wrong.