Disclaimer: No..it doesn't belong to me..Rinariel does...but not
lotr...*sobs*
The Diary of an Orc - Continued.
*~*~*
My wound is certainly taking its time, maybe it's a side effect form the spell. These days, I focus my raw anger on Saruman. I swear that if I find him, I'll severe his head from his body, but not before he dissolves the spell that makes me look like an Orc.
Now, Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas and I pursue the Uruk-Hai that have taken hostage two of our companions, Meriadoc and Peregrin.
This journey we take is long and tiring, I have not been without a day when I have not felt ready to drop dead in exhaustion. I try my hardest not to complain, though there is always a comment on the tip of my tongue, waiting to be said.
Just a moment before, I spotted an elven brooch that was lying in a large footprint. I picked it up and deposited it into the hands of Aragorn.
"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall." He said quietly, studying the brooch closely.
"They may yet be alive!" Legolas exclaimed when he saw the brooch. Our spirits were lifted and we continued in a much better mood.
"One dropped this to show us that we are on the right track." I said quietly to myself. I waited back for Gimli as he often dropped far behind, not used to the length of the runs.
He came tumbling down a hill, just stopping short of a jagged look. I gasped as he fell towards it, and then smiled as he pulled himself up and complained bitterly.
"Come on, Gimli." I called, running forwards to catch up with the other two.
"I am wasted on cross-country!" I heard him growl after me.
I laughed and kept running.
"We dwarves are natural sprinters!" He called to me; I could hear his puffing close behind. "Very dangerous over short distances!"
"I don't doubt you for a second," I called back, nearly choking with laughter. I am glad for him company; he is a constant spirit lifter. "But think of this as a very long sprint."
I heard his loud chuckle behind me and paused to wait for him to catch up.
Ahead, Aragorn and Legolas had stopped, looking out over vast plains.
"Rohan." He said shortly, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "Home of the horse-lords. There is something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures; sets its will against us.
"I bet its Saruman," I said under my breath, looking ahead to see the Uruks. I could barely see them, they were a lot closer than before, but they were still a long way ahead.
Legolas ran forward to get a better look and gazed out into the horizon.
"Legolas, what do you see?" I called, leaning against a rock, my strength wavering.
"The Uruks turn north-east." He called out, narrowing his eyes.
Fear clutched at my chest, and I struggled to breath. I knew what he would say next, but didn't want to hear it. I sucked in a few breaths and tried to compose myself, but the dread was very real.
"They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard!"
"No!" I whimpered, struggling to keep to my feet. I was angry with myself for being so weak, but I knew fear was better than uncontrollable anger.
Legolas and Aragorn turned away from the horizon and continued on their way.
"Surely you can't be continuing!" I gasped out, cursing myself immediately.
Aragorn turned a frowned. "Why not? We have nearly caught them!"
I just shook my head and tried to keep from choking.
"Saruman..." I choked out, tears streaming down my face as I coughed. I didn't even know why I was crying...shame?
*~*~*
I haven't spoken to anyone since the day before yesturday for I am too numbed with fear.
I dislike fear and haven't met anyone who liked it, save the Evenstar. Arwen was a sucker for fear; she loved the rush of being in a situation you couldn't control.
Remembering the Evenstar brings tears to my eyes as I remember days long forgotten. I wish now that she were here, I need the friend. Being in Lothlorien made me realise what I sorely missed, the companionship, the beauty, the grace..
As we travel further into the night, I drop further and further behind, not wanting to catch the Uruks. I feel like a coward, but I cannot possibly bear the risk of being caught. I have already annoyed Saruman greatly once and look what he did to me!
I cannot even see Gimli anymore and am getting worried. I shouldn't have dawdled so much. This is the darkest night I have ever seen, not even the crickets have come out the chirp.
I feel the chill of grief hit me as a stumble on alone in this dead night. The moon light is weak, I must find the others!
*~*~*
I didn't catch up with the others until late this morning and I scored yet another arrow wound for it! Legolas must have been half asleep! The Orcs and Uruk-Hai we pursue are in front of them, not behind them!
Luckily, I only got hit in the arm, then Legolas realised who I was and ran to apologise.
"I think it's a bit to late for that, don't you think?" I sneered, pushing him away.
I don't know why I have been acting so horrible these last few days, I feel like I am drowning in a cold river of anger and depression. It scares me, though I can tell no one. Who would listen anyway?
*~*~*
"They run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them!"
That's the only comment even vaguely directed at me all day. I'm not surprised; I've been in a foul mood, glaring at anyone who opens their mouth to say something.
Another day, another long scuttle over barren rock.
*~*~*
"A red sun rises, blood has been spilt this night."
Legolas ignored my glares and spoke anyway.
Today I hung back from the others and surveyed the terrain around me, hoping to spot something in the distance. All I can see is the faint traces of smoke hanging over where Isengard is. I don't get the usual stab of fear when I look at Isengard now, just old resentment.
*~*~*
This day has been rather eventful.
First of all, we ran into a large party of Rohirrim Riders. Although I was hidden completely in the folds of my elvish cloak and stayed behind Aragorn or Legolas, I was given foul looks from the Riders.
"What business does an dwarf, a man, an elf and..." The captain paused, waiting for me to reveal myself.
The captain sighed impatiently when I remained silent. "Will you not reveal yourself, stranger?"
"No..." I said as normally as I could, knowing that if they discovered me to be an Orc, they would not be as understanding as the Fellowship had been.
I felt the sharp point of a spear pressing between my shoulder blades.
"Reveal yourself, or been thrown from these lands!" A prickly voice demanded.
"I wish not to.." I said, my mind racing for excuses. "I walked hidden, cloaked for a reason, Horse Master."
I saw Aragorn stiffen. He turned to face me, a warning look on his face.
"And why is that?" The captain asked sharply.
"I..." My voice faltered.
"She is in mourning." Legolas said quickly, moving closer to me and placing an arm around my shoulder. I hung my head, hiding my face from the others.
"It is our custom." He lied, looking the captain in the eye. "She has received news of her brothers death, it is our custom to remain hidden until the grief passes." I let a held breath out as silently as I could as I felt the spear point disappear.
The captain didn't look too convinced..in fact, he looked almost suspicious.
"An Elf?" He asked, causing me to shudder violently. 'I wish!' I felt like screaming.
"Yes," Legolas said harshly.
I turned away from the captain and faced my gaze on the ground.
"Leave her," I heard Aragorn say, picking up the story. "She is weary."
The captain shuffled impatiently.
"You still have not answered my question, why are you here? Speak quickly!" He snapped.
"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, this is Gimli son of Gloin, Legolas of the Woodland realm, and Lady Rinariel of Lothlorien."
I turned and caught a glimpse of the captain scowling.
"We are friends of Rohan and Theoden, your king."
The captain sighed and dismounted his horse, passing his spear to another.
"Theoden no longer recognises friend from foe, not even his own kin."
I tuned out to the captain and focused my gaze on smoke in the distance. I frowned at the smell reached me. I choked on the air, recognising the smell as burning flesh.
"The Uruks are destroyed." The captain I heard the captain say as he removed his helmet, revealing a mass of blonde hair and two keen blue eyes. "We slaughtered them in the night."
I felt something jump in my stomach, had our pursuit been in vain?
"There were two hobbits!" Gimli choked out in shock and worry, his whole face was transformed, sadness dragging down the cheerful creases around his eyes. "Did you see two hobbits with them?" His voice was a whisper now, his eyes desperate and demanding, boring into the eyes of the captain, waiting impatiently for an answer.
I decided to speak up.
"They would be small, only children to your eyes." I whispered, trying to keep the harshness of the Orc tongue out of my words.
The captain watched me carefully as he answered, the suspicion still in his eyes.
"We left none alive. We piled the ..." His voice blurred into a buzz. They couldn't be dead!
The smell of burning flesh pressed into my senses, the ground around me spun.
"I am sorry.." He said quietly, in reply to something Gimli had said. I felt the anger build up and turned my back to the captain, hot tears pricking in my eyes.
"This news must be hard on you, Lady." The captain continued, moving towards me and placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
I flinched nervously and nodded, pulling my hood lower over my face. Thankfully, he moved away, whistling as he went.
"Hasufel! Arod!" He called; passing the reins of the two horses that came forward to Legolas and Aragorn.
"May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters." The captain said, mounting his horse.
He called a command to his men, and as quickly as they had come, they left, leaving the faint smell of horse floating in the air.
I eyed one of the horses carefully.
"They will not carry me." I said quietly, walking ahead towards the smoke.
Who knows what we will find there.
*~*~*
"Do not trust to hope."
That's the last thing the captain said to us, before leading his men north.
It was a long, solemn walk to where the bodies burned.
The hobbits are alive, thankfully, but there is much confusion as to why they weren't killed. Aragorn spotted the tracks of two hobbits running through the flattened grass.
They lead towards Fangorn Forest.
I am with Gimli on this one, what madness drove them in there?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey pplz, I'm sorry this took a while to write, but the Eomer/Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli part is so long! Also, I still can't get my copy of the script, please say if I've screwed anything up.
Please r&r! I hope to get the next chapter up soon, but I'm quite busy this week so I don't know when I'll be able to upload the next chapter.
The Diary of an Orc - Continued.
*~*~*
My wound is certainly taking its time, maybe it's a side effect form the spell. These days, I focus my raw anger on Saruman. I swear that if I find him, I'll severe his head from his body, but not before he dissolves the spell that makes me look like an Orc.
Now, Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas and I pursue the Uruk-Hai that have taken hostage two of our companions, Meriadoc and Peregrin.
This journey we take is long and tiring, I have not been without a day when I have not felt ready to drop dead in exhaustion. I try my hardest not to complain, though there is always a comment on the tip of my tongue, waiting to be said.
Just a moment before, I spotted an elven brooch that was lying in a large footprint. I picked it up and deposited it into the hands of Aragorn.
"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall." He said quietly, studying the brooch closely.
"They may yet be alive!" Legolas exclaimed when he saw the brooch. Our spirits were lifted and we continued in a much better mood.
"One dropped this to show us that we are on the right track." I said quietly to myself. I waited back for Gimli as he often dropped far behind, not used to the length of the runs.
He came tumbling down a hill, just stopping short of a jagged look. I gasped as he fell towards it, and then smiled as he pulled himself up and complained bitterly.
"Come on, Gimli." I called, running forwards to catch up with the other two.
"I am wasted on cross-country!" I heard him growl after me.
I laughed and kept running.
"We dwarves are natural sprinters!" He called to me; I could hear his puffing close behind. "Very dangerous over short distances!"
"I don't doubt you for a second," I called back, nearly choking with laughter. I am glad for him company; he is a constant spirit lifter. "But think of this as a very long sprint."
I heard his loud chuckle behind me and paused to wait for him to catch up.
Ahead, Aragorn and Legolas had stopped, looking out over vast plains.
"Rohan." He said shortly, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "Home of the horse-lords. There is something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures; sets its will against us.
"I bet its Saruman," I said under my breath, looking ahead to see the Uruks. I could barely see them, they were a lot closer than before, but they were still a long way ahead.
Legolas ran forward to get a better look and gazed out into the horizon.
"Legolas, what do you see?" I called, leaning against a rock, my strength wavering.
"The Uruks turn north-east." He called out, narrowing his eyes.
Fear clutched at my chest, and I struggled to breath. I knew what he would say next, but didn't want to hear it. I sucked in a few breaths and tried to compose myself, but the dread was very real.
"They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard!"
"No!" I whimpered, struggling to keep to my feet. I was angry with myself for being so weak, but I knew fear was better than uncontrollable anger.
Legolas and Aragorn turned away from the horizon and continued on their way.
"Surely you can't be continuing!" I gasped out, cursing myself immediately.
Aragorn turned a frowned. "Why not? We have nearly caught them!"
I just shook my head and tried to keep from choking.
"Saruman..." I choked out, tears streaming down my face as I coughed. I didn't even know why I was crying...shame?
*~*~*
I haven't spoken to anyone since the day before yesturday for I am too numbed with fear.
I dislike fear and haven't met anyone who liked it, save the Evenstar. Arwen was a sucker for fear; she loved the rush of being in a situation you couldn't control.
Remembering the Evenstar brings tears to my eyes as I remember days long forgotten. I wish now that she were here, I need the friend. Being in Lothlorien made me realise what I sorely missed, the companionship, the beauty, the grace..
As we travel further into the night, I drop further and further behind, not wanting to catch the Uruks. I feel like a coward, but I cannot possibly bear the risk of being caught. I have already annoyed Saruman greatly once and look what he did to me!
I cannot even see Gimli anymore and am getting worried. I shouldn't have dawdled so much. This is the darkest night I have ever seen, not even the crickets have come out the chirp.
I feel the chill of grief hit me as a stumble on alone in this dead night. The moon light is weak, I must find the others!
*~*~*
I didn't catch up with the others until late this morning and I scored yet another arrow wound for it! Legolas must have been half asleep! The Orcs and Uruk-Hai we pursue are in front of them, not behind them!
Luckily, I only got hit in the arm, then Legolas realised who I was and ran to apologise.
"I think it's a bit to late for that, don't you think?" I sneered, pushing him away.
I don't know why I have been acting so horrible these last few days, I feel like I am drowning in a cold river of anger and depression. It scares me, though I can tell no one. Who would listen anyway?
*~*~*
"They run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them!"
That's the only comment even vaguely directed at me all day. I'm not surprised; I've been in a foul mood, glaring at anyone who opens their mouth to say something.
Another day, another long scuttle over barren rock.
*~*~*
"A red sun rises, blood has been spilt this night."
Legolas ignored my glares and spoke anyway.
Today I hung back from the others and surveyed the terrain around me, hoping to spot something in the distance. All I can see is the faint traces of smoke hanging over where Isengard is. I don't get the usual stab of fear when I look at Isengard now, just old resentment.
*~*~*
This day has been rather eventful.
First of all, we ran into a large party of Rohirrim Riders. Although I was hidden completely in the folds of my elvish cloak and stayed behind Aragorn or Legolas, I was given foul looks from the Riders.
"What business does an dwarf, a man, an elf and..." The captain paused, waiting for me to reveal myself.
The captain sighed impatiently when I remained silent. "Will you not reveal yourself, stranger?"
"No..." I said as normally as I could, knowing that if they discovered me to be an Orc, they would not be as understanding as the Fellowship had been.
I felt the sharp point of a spear pressing between my shoulder blades.
"Reveal yourself, or been thrown from these lands!" A prickly voice demanded.
"I wish not to.." I said, my mind racing for excuses. "I walked hidden, cloaked for a reason, Horse Master."
I saw Aragorn stiffen. He turned to face me, a warning look on his face.
"And why is that?" The captain asked sharply.
"I..." My voice faltered.
"She is in mourning." Legolas said quickly, moving closer to me and placing an arm around my shoulder. I hung my head, hiding my face from the others.
"It is our custom." He lied, looking the captain in the eye. "She has received news of her brothers death, it is our custom to remain hidden until the grief passes." I let a held breath out as silently as I could as I felt the spear point disappear.
The captain didn't look too convinced..in fact, he looked almost suspicious.
"An Elf?" He asked, causing me to shudder violently. 'I wish!' I felt like screaming.
"Yes," Legolas said harshly.
I turned away from the captain and faced my gaze on the ground.
"Leave her," I heard Aragorn say, picking up the story. "She is weary."
The captain shuffled impatiently.
"You still have not answered my question, why are you here? Speak quickly!" He snapped.
"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, this is Gimli son of Gloin, Legolas of the Woodland realm, and Lady Rinariel of Lothlorien."
I turned and caught a glimpse of the captain scowling.
"We are friends of Rohan and Theoden, your king."
The captain sighed and dismounted his horse, passing his spear to another.
"Theoden no longer recognises friend from foe, not even his own kin."
I tuned out to the captain and focused my gaze on smoke in the distance. I frowned at the smell reached me. I choked on the air, recognising the smell as burning flesh.
"The Uruks are destroyed." The captain I heard the captain say as he removed his helmet, revealing a mass of blonde hair and two keen blue eyes. "We slaughtered them in the night."
I felt something jump in my stomach, had our pursuit been in vain?
"There were two hobbits!" Gimli choked out in shock and worry, his whole face was transformed, sadness dragging down the cheerful creases around his eyes. "Did you see two hobbits with them?" His voice was a whisper now, his eyes desperate and demanding, boring into the eyes of the captain, waiting impatiently for an answer.
I decided to speak up.
"They would be small, only children to your eyes." I whispered, trying to keep the harshness of the Orc tongue out of my words.
The captain watched me carefully as he answered, the suspicion still in his eyes.
"We left none alive. We piled the ..." His voice blurred into a buzz. They couldn't be dead!
The smell of burning flesh pressed into my senses, the ground around me spun.
"I am sorry.." He said quietly, in reply to something Gimli had said. I felt the anger build up and turned my back to the captain, hot tears pricking in my eyes.
"This news must be hard on you, Lady." The captain continued, moving towards me and placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
I flinched nervously and nodded, pulling my hood lower over my face. Thankfully, he moved away, whistling as he went.
"Hasufel! Arod!" He called; passing the reins of the two horses that came forward to Legolas and Aragorn.
"May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters." The captain said, mounting his horse.
He called a command to his men, and as quickly as they had come, they left, leaving the faint smell of horse floating in the air.
I eyed one of the horses carefully.
"They will not carry me." I said quietly, walking ahead towards the smoke.
Who knows what we will find there.
*~*~*
"Do not trust to hope."
That's the last thing the captain said to us, before leading his men north.
It was a long, solemn walk to where the bodies burned.
The hobbits are alive, thankfully, but there is much confusion as to why they weren't killed. Aragorn spotted the tracks of two hobbits running through the flattened grass.
They lead towards Fangorn Forest.
I am with Gimli on this one, what madness drove them in there?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey pplz, I'm sorry this took a while to write, but the Eomer/Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli part is so long! Also, I still can't get my copy of the script, please say if I've screwed anything up.
Please r&r! I hope to get the next chapter up soon, but I'm quite busy this week so I don't know when I'll be able to upload the next chapter.