Deep

By Sistine Chapel

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Well, well, well… it has been a very busy week for me and I am sure for you, but don't fret because I got the third chapter of Deep. Go me! Oh, and thanks for the reviews. Well, I don't own LOTR.

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Chapter three: If I could talk to the animals….

          Deep didn't know how long she was stuck on the top of the tower of Orthanc, days, months, maybe even years. Deep didn't know and frankly she didn't care.

          After that faithful day with her encounter with Saurman, she was kept in on the top of the tower until she agreed she would serve him. Everyday Saurman would come up and torture Deep. He would pretend to throw her off the edge (she was screaming like crazy) or he would use his magic to throw her around (she got a lot of bruises, cuts, and screams). And everyday she would say no and that she was her own master and she would never ever be a ring wraith, or his ring wraith for that matter.

          But, in their hearts, they both know that she was going to crack. Deep was not the nicest person, even when she would be the first person to give her coat to a poor cold homeless person. Deep had darkness in her heart, everyone does, including you and me, our darkness and our light are what complete the balance within us.

          Well, Deep was not totally bummed out, she was pretty happy too. Don't understand, allow me to explain; you see, this is another one of Deep's crazy personality traits. She could never be mad or sad forever. Deep began to enjoy the tower, even with her fear of heights. She could she the Fangorn Forest to the east. The forest was so vast and mysterious. Deep would spend days staring at it, wandering what the Ents were doing and what they look like. She began to wander what the Riders of Rohan were like, and the Rangers, and the elves, and the dwarfs, and the hobbits, especially the hobbits. "I would love to see the Shire and meet all of those hobbits," Deep thought to herself and she gave a little giggle at the thought of meeting hobbits.

          Deep would also sing by herself. Without computers, cars, or other man made technology, she realized why everyone sang in Middle Earth. She sang every song she knew, she sang from the "Hocky Poky" to "Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)." Ever with all of this singing, she still sounded pretty bad.   

          One day, she was singing when a little bird came. Deep was gasped; the poor little bird had a broken wing. The bird looked so soft and pretty, Deep could resist picking it up. "Are you alright?" Deep asked. "No, I can't feel my right wing, I got a thorn in it, can you pull it out for me?" the bird said weakly. Deep's eyes widen with amazement. "Ok, I was expecting a little cheap, but a talking bird!" she thought.

 "You can talk?" she asked the bird.

"No, you are talking bird," the bird replied.

"What? Bird is a language?"

"Yes, it is! Now can you pull it out please!" the bird yelled.

"Oh, sorry."

Deep pulled the thorn out carefully, she then take out the ribbon from her hair and tied it around gently on the wing.

"Gee, thanks!" said the bird. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Deep laughed. "Sure, if you can get me of this tower," Deep joked.

The bird flew away. "Good bye, little bird." Deep waved in the air.

          The next day, when the sun rose Deep saw something massive flying though the air. Deep's eyes widen. "Oh my God!" she said. A giant eagle flew towards her. The eagle looked so majestic and so… Deep was so amazed that she fainted and was felling off the tower. Luckily, the eagle caught her and flew towards the north while Saurman screamed in rage.

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Where will Deep go now? What will Saurman do? Where did Deep learn to speak bird? Find out in the nest chapter of Deep!