Disclaimer: Oh..how miserable I am, I don't own Lotr, and I never will.
*Wipes away a tear*
The Diary of an Orc - Continued.
*~*~*
I realise that the river and I need to settle our differences before we both do something we regret.
Well that just sounds plain silly. I guess it's me getting back to my usual self. Now that Galadriel AND Gandalf have both confirmed that I am indeed Ariel, the Fellowship have been kinder to me, more welcoming.
Or maybe they are just sick of each other. I did notice that there were less jokes and a little more snapping.
I am lying in a boat, Aragorn and Boromir both paddling. I am lazy; I know this, because I have been lying here for most of the day, doing..nothing! I am smiling and laughing out spontaneously, remembering all types of things that I have forgotten to record.
At this present moment, I have remembered the look on Haldir's face when he heard I was indeed me. It was more than priceless. He looked, well, confused and amused. He didn't say anything though.
Although I have forgiven Legolas, reluctantly, for his previous behaviour and for shooting me, we rarely speak unless absolutely necessary.
It seems normal, and I don't feel uncomfortable when we sit in long silences.
We are nearing our destination and Aragorn has just flicked a whole paddleful of water at me, telling me I should hurry up and pull my weight or he'll make me swim the rest of the way.
*~*~*
Although I swore I'd never want to see another river again, I felt a little safer out there than I do here on the shore. I feel uneasy and restless, like we shouldn't be here.
I mentioned this to Aragorn, and Legolas.
"I feel that we should keep moving." I muttered in Aragorns ear as I dumped a pile of wood at his feet as we had all been given the task of collecting wood for a fire.
Legolas nodded in agreement.
"We should cross before nightfall." He said, scanning the eastern shore briefly.
"No, the eastern shore is patrolled by Orcs."
I sneered involuntarily. "It is not the eastern shore that worries me."
"Evil draws near, I can feel it."
*~*~*
Still, we are not to cross.
I was collecting another armful of firewood when I heard a scuffling noise and a muffled yell.
I dropped the wood I was carrying and ran towards the sound, to be shoved back by, nothing! I was running towards Boromir who was lying in the leaves, pounding his fists furiously against the ground. I was shocked at the sight and ran towards him when I ran into .. air!
I flew backwards and hit my head against a rock; I still feel the bruise now.
When I sat up, I could see stars shooting across my vision and Boromir lying face down in the leaves, screaming at something. I ran to aid Boromir, but he swung his fists at me wildly saying:
"He'll give the ring to Sauron and betray us all!"
I was truly frightened. I had never seen anyone as gentle as Boromir, in such a fit of rage. I grabbed his arm with a strong hand and held it until he calmed down.
Then, he collapsed against me, sobbing saying everything was his fault. I held him uncomfortably until he sobered.
"I'm sorry." He said stiffly, realising all that had happened. He then jumped up and stalked off in search of Frodo. He was so determined on his task that he didn't hear my calling.
*~*~*
We were ambushed. I should have trusted my feelings and used them to overrule Aragorn.
I feel incredibly guilty now, though I cannot imagine what Aragorn is going through. After all, it was his decision to stay here.
An army of Uruk-Hai.
I was terrified, even if only one recognised me, I'd be captured and dragged back to Isengard named a traitor.
Instead of hiding, like I felt like doing so strongly, I nearly did, I covered myself completely in my elvish cloak and fired arrows of the Galadhrim from behind trees.
I couldn't be seen, and I tried my hardest not to be discovered.
I kept myself well hidden until I heard the horn of Gondor. I panicked then. Boromir was in trouble and there was obviously no one there to aid.
I threw my cautions into the wind and ran towards the sound. I realised that I didn't look too abnormal, as half of the Uruks were also headed in that direction. That, I decided, cannot be good.
And it wasn't. I ran into the clearing to discover two of the small people, Meriadoc and Peregin, and Boromir nearly surrounded by Uruk-Hai. They were being attacked on all fronts except the back, and there was no way I could get there in time.
Instead, I climbed a tree as quickly as I could, firing arrows on the way. I managed to slow the Uruks down a lot, though there were so many of them that for everyone I felled, there were three to take its place.
I jumped from the tree in frustration, landing on and killing two Orcs that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Ariel!" A voice called, Legolas. I turned just in time to catch a knife that Legolas had thrown me.
I smiled grimly and spun in a circle, cutting into any Orc or Uruk flesh I could get near.
I made my way slowly towards the Hobbits and Boromir, killing and wounding as many Orcs as possible. I always gasped as if in surprise, or apologised briefly as if it were a mistake, before surging forward again.
Suddenly, the crowds of Uruks thinned and I craned my neck to see where Boromir and the Hobbits were. I saw them ahead, Boromir's chest ridden with arrows. I ran forward angrily, cutting left and right with Legolas' knife. I saw red.
When I reached him, I saw the one Uruk I'd never wanted to see ever again.
Lurtz.
He had an arrow notched, and ready to deliver the killing blow to Boromir. I screamed in rage and shot an arrow at Lurtz's arm. Lurtz spun around and his eyes narrowed when he saw me.
"You!" He scowled in the Black Tongue. Even though I knew the Black Tongue and could speak it, I was too terrified to reply.
"You are the traitor!" He hissed in the Common Tongue so Boromir could understand.
I threw Legolas' knife at him with all my might and ran forward, delivering a crushing kick upon the knife buried in his leg. Lurtz gave a strangled yell of anger and whipped the knife out, plunging it into my chest, just missing my heart.
I stumbled backwards and nearly fell upon Boromir. I just managed to twist to the side and avoided driving the arrows further into him.
I lay beside Boromir, feeling and probably looking like a broken doll. My head was lolled to one side, and I looked up into Boromir's eyes.
"I am sorry." I choked out, the pain of the knife coursing through me.
"Don't be." He replied. I felt a hand on mine.
Behind us, Aragorn had just attacked Lurtz and the two were engaged in a bloody battle. I felt my strength draining from me like my blood. I grabbed the knife handle weakly and struggled to pull it out, every movement sending shots of pain through my chest.
*~*~* Legolas *~*~*
We have lost a number of the Fellowship. Boromir to death, Frodo and Sam to Mordor, Merry and Pippin to the Uruk-Hai. When I first saw Rinariel lying beside Boromir, my knife sticking from her chest, I thought she was dead too, but she was not.
She will heal quickly, though the pain of watching Boromir slip away before her eyes will take some years to heal. Death of a close friend is always painful.
We pursue the Uruk-Hai that have taken Merry and Pippin. It seems hopeless to follow Frodo and Sam, as they are sure to find their way all right.
There were nine, then ten, and nine again, and now, four travel alone.
We have lost too many on this journey.
*~*~* Aragorn *~*~*
The Fellowship has failed. We are scattered, divided, leaderless. Ariel is recovering from her mortal wound and slowly from the pain of death.
We travel swiftly, pursuing an army of Uruk-Hai. They have taken Merry and Pippin with them for a reason I cannot imagine. My one fear is that someone has heard that a hobbit carries the Ring and that Merry and Pippin were taken because of this. Thank goodness Frodo and Sam got away.
Although the days are long and tiring, no one complains. We all realise why we must save Merry and Pippin from certain torture and death.
The days are too long and the nights too short. We stop mainly for Ariel, since her wound is still healing slowly and she cannot run for long amounts of time.
As the day bleeds into night, we stop. We are exhausted.
*~*~* Gimli *~*~*
This has turned out to be a very tough week. Day follows day, night follows night and every day we pursue these stinking, rotten piles of filth, we draw closer.
Poor Rinariel. Her chest wound is slowing her, and us, considerably. She even suggested that we leave her behind. She called herself a thorn in our sides!
I personally hope she stays. I am getting sick of Legolas' constant know-it- all attitude and Aragorn's leadership act.
Also, she is very interesting to talk to. She has a sense of humour.
Unlike some people I know. Not mentioning any names here...
*~*~*
I don't know why they insist that I must stay with them.
Every day I feel like lying down and dying, right there on the spot.
All this running is physical torture, and my wound is healing too slowly for my liking. The last time I checked it, it was horribly infected.
All this running cannot be good for anyone! We have run on and on following the Uruk-Hai that have taken Merry and Pippin from us.
Everytime I close my eyes, I see the image of a dying Boromir, imprinted on my eyelids. Why can't it just let me be? I remember the pain in his eyes and the tears come.. I passed out while he died; Aragorn removed the knife and dressed my wound for me.
I have cleaned it, over and over, dressed it properly, everyday and yet it still is infected.
I HATE being in this Orcs body.
We have come to a halt; Aragorn can hear the faint rumble of the Uruks footfalls. I personally would rather not pursue the Uruk-Hai. If they captured me...
They have quickened their pace. They are a long way away. Sometimes I can just barely catch a glimpse of an Uruk back and even though Legolas' eyesight is much more accurate than mine, I know it will take a long time to gain on them.
They travel tirelessly through day and night. Everytime we stop, because of me, they get a bigger advantage over us.
Soon they will have to stop. What then?
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Was that boring?
I don't know....i have to check it. I kinda just kept writing it and writing it...so sorry if it goes on.
Also, I couldn't get my copy of the script on the computer properly cos our cd drive is..well weird. So sorry if the wording and stuff is wrong.
*sighs* Oh well, goodnight everyone! (Or morning...whatever!)
The Diary of an Orc - Continued.
*~*~*
I realise that the river and I need to settle our differences before we both do something we regret.
Well that just sounds plain silly. I guess it's me getting back to my usual self. Now that Galadriel AND Gandalf have both confirmed that I am indeed Ariel, the Fellowship have been kinder to me, more welcoming.
Or maybe they are just sick of each other. I did notice that there were less jokes and a little more snapping.
I am lying in a boat, Aragorn and Boromir both paddling. I am lazy; I know this, because I have been lying here for most of the day, doing..nothing! I am smiling and laughing out spontaneously, remembering all types of things that I have forgotten to record.
At this present moment, I have remembered the look on Haldir's face when he heard I was indeed me. It was more than priceless. He looked, well, confused and amused. He didn't say anything though.
Although I have forgiven Legolas, reluctantly, for his previous behaviour and for shooting me, we rarely speak unless absolutely necessary.
It seems normal, and I don't feel uncomfortable when we sit in long silences.
We are nearing our destination and Aragorn has just flicked a whole paddleful of water at me, telling me I should hurry up and pull my weight or he'll make me swim the rest of the way.
*~*~*
Although I swore I'd never want to see another river again, I felt a little safer out there than I do here on the shore. I feel uneasy and restless, like we shouldn't be here.
I mentioned this to Aragorn, and Legolas.
"I feel that we should keep moving." I muttered in Aragorns ear as I dumped a pile of wood at his feet as we had all been given the task of collecting wood for a fire.
Legolas nodded in agreement.
"We should cross before nightfall." He said, scanning the eastern shore briefly.
"No, the eastern shore is patrolled by Orcs."
I sneered involuntarily. "It is not the eastern shore that worries me."
"Evil draws near, I can feel it."
*~*~*
Still, we are not to cross.
I was collecting another armful of firewood when I heard a scuffling noise and a muffled yell.
I dropped the wood I was carrying and ran towards the sound, to be shoved back by, nothing! I was running towards Boromir who was lying in the leaves, pounding his fists furiously against the ground. I was shocked at the sight and ran towards him when I ran into .. air!
I flew backwards and hit my head against a rock; I still feel the bruise now.
When I sat up, I could see stars shooting across my vision and Boromir lying face down in the leaves, screaming at something. I ran to aid Boromir, but he swung his fists at me wildly saying:
"He'll give the ring to Sauron and betray us all!"
I was truly frightened. I had never seen anyone as gentle as Boromir, in such a fit of rage. I grabbed his arm with a strong hand and held it until he calmed down.
Then, he collapsed against me, sobbing saying everything was his fault. I held him uncomfortably until he sobered.
"I'm sorry." He said stiffly, realising all that had happened. He then jumped up and stalked off in search of Frodo. He was so determined on his task that he didn't hear my calling.
*~*~*
We were ambushed. I should have trusted my feelings and used them to overrule Aragorn.
I feel incredibly guilty now, though I cannot imagine what Aragorn is going through. After all, it was his decision to stay here.
An army of Uruk-Hai.
I was terrified, even if only one recognised me, I'd be captured and dragged back to Isengard named a traitor.
Instead of hiding, like I felt like doing so strongly, I nearly did, I covered myself completely in my elvish cloak and fired arrows of the Galadhrim from behind trees.
I couldn't be seen, and I tried my hardest not to be discovered.
I kept myself well hidden until I heard the horn of Gondor. I panicked then. Boromir was in trouble and there was obviously no one there to aid.
I threw my cautions into the wind and ran towards the sound. I realised that I didn't look too abnormal, as half of the Uruks were also headed in that direction. That, I decided, cannot be good.
And it wasn't. I ran into the clearing to discover two of the small people, Meriadoc and Peregin, and Boromir nearly surrounded by Uruk-Hai. They were being attacked on all fronts except the back, and there was no way I could get there in time.
Instead, I climbed a tree as quickly as I could, firing arrows on the way. I managed to slow the Uruks down a lot, though there were so many of them that for everyone I felled, there were three to take its place.
I jumped from the tree in frustration, landing on and killing two Orcs that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Ariel!" A voice called, Legolas. I turned just in time to catch a knife that Legolas had thrown me.
I smiled grimly and spun in a circle, cutting into any Orc or Uruk flesh I could get near.
I made my way slowly towards the Hobbits and Boromir, killing and wounding as many Orcs as possible. I always gasped as if in surprise, or apologised briefly as if it were a mistake, before surging forward again.
Suddenly, the crowds of Uruks thinned and I craned my neck to see where Boromir and the Hobbits were. I saw them ahead, Boromir's chest ridden with arrows. I ran forward angrily, cutting left and right with Legolas' knife. I saw red.
When I reached him, I saw the one Uruk I'd never wanted to see ever again.
Lurtz.
He had an arrow notched, and ready to deliver the killing blow to Boromir. I screamed in rage and shot an arrow at Lurtz's arm. Lurtz spun around and his eyes narrowed when he saw me.
"You!" He scowled in the Black Tongue. Even though I knew the Black Tongue and could speak it, I was too terrified to reply.
"You are the traitor!" He hissed in the Common Tongue so Boromir could understand.
I threw Legolas' knife at him with all my might and ran forward, delivering a crushing kick upon the knife buried in his leg. Lurtz gave a strangled yell of anger and whipped the knife out, plunging it into my chest, just missing my heart.
I stumbled backwards and nearly fell upon Boromir. I just managed to twist to the side and avoided driving the arrows further into him.
I lay beside Boromir, feeling and probably looking like a broken doll. My head was lolled to one side, and I looked up into Boromir's eyes.
"I am sorry." I choked out, the pain of the knife coursing through me.
"Don't be." He replied. I felt a hand on mine.
Behind us, Aragorn had just attacked Lurtz and the two were engaged in a bloody battle. I felt my strength draining from me like my blood. I grabbed the knife handle weakly and struggled to pull it out, every movement sending shots of pain through my chest.
*~*~* Legolas *~*~*
We have lost a number of the Fellowship. Boromir to death, Frodo and Sam to Mordor, Merry and Pippin to the Uruk-Hai. When I first saw Rinariel lying beside Boromir, my knife sticking from her chest, I thought she was dead too, but she was not.
She will heal quickly, though the pain of watching Boromir slip away before her eyes will take some years to heal. Death of a close friend is always painful.
We pursue the Uruk-Hai that have taken Merry and Pippin. It seems hopeless to follow Frodo and Sam, as they are sure to find their way all right.
There were nine, then ten, and nine again, and now, four travel alone.
We have lost too many on this journey.
*~*~* Aragorn *~*~*
The Fellowship has failed. We are scattered, divided, leaderless. Ariel is recovering from her mortal wound and slowly from the pain of death.
We travel swiftly, pursuing an army of Uruk-Hai. They have taken Merry and Pippin with them for a reason I cannot imagine. My one fear is that someone has heard that a hobbit carries the Ring and that Merry and Pippin were taken because of this. Thank goodness Frodo and Sam got away.
Although the days are long and tiring, no one complains. We all realise why we must save Merry and Pippin from certain torture and death.
The days are too long and the nights too short. We stop mainly for Ariel, since her wound is still healing slowly and she cannot run for long amounts of time.
As the day bleeds into night, we stop. We are exhausted.
*~*~* Gimli *~*~*
This has turned out to be a very tough week. Day follows day, night follows night and every day we pursue these stinking, rotten piles of filth, we draw closer.
Poor Rinariel. Her chest wound is slowing her, and us, considerably. She even suggested that we leave her behind. She called herself a thorn in our sides!
I personally hope she stays. I am getting sick of Legolas' constant know-it- all attitude and Aragorn's leadership act.
Also, she is very interesting to talk to. She has a sense of humour.
Unlike some people I know. Not mentioning any names here...
*~*~*
I don't know why they insist that I must stay with them.
Every day I feel like lying down and dying, right there on the spot.
All this running is physical torture, and my wound is healing too slowly for my liking. The last time I checked it, it was horribly infected.
All this running cannot be good for anyone! We have run on and on following the Uruk-Hai that have taken Merry and Pippin from us.
Everytime I close my eyes, I see the image of a dying Boromir, imprinted on my eyelids. Why can't it just let me be? I remember the pain in his eyes and the tears come.. I passed out while he died; Aragorn removed the knife and dressed my wound for me.
I have cleaned it, over and over, dressed it properly, everyday and yet it still is infected.
I HATE being in this Orcs body.
We have come to a halt; Aragorn can hear the faint rumble of the Uruks footfalls. I personally would rather not pursue the Uruk-Hai. If they captured me...
They have quickened their pace. They are a long way away. Sometimes I can just barely catch a glimpse of an Uruk back and even though Legolas' eyesight is much more accurate than mine, I know it will take a long time to gain on them.
They travel tirelessly through day and night. Everytime we stop, because of me, they get a bigger advantage over us.
Soon they will have to stop. What then?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Was that boring?
I don't know....i have to check it. I kinda just kept writing it and writing it...so sorry if it goes on.
Also, I couldn't get my copy of the script on the computer properly cos our cd drive is..well weird. So sorry if the wording and stuff is wrong.
*sighs* Oh well, goodnight everyone! (Or morning...whatever!)