Lost
disclaimer: I don't own any of this. I never did. No money is being made here.
A/N: Special thanks to Trin for beta'ing, you're so awesome!! Ok we're picking up at sunrise, about 7 hours after Posie was snatched.
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Posie squirmed in the Orcs grip, as her feet dangled far above the ground.
They'd been hauling her around all evening now, and seemed to be stopping for some reason. One of them had her lifted up by the collar of her little dress, and was regarding her as one might an afternoon snack.
"Leave it for now, we'll have a fresh meal tonight," the lead orc hissed at his companions. They seemed to agree with him, for they left the little hobbit tied to a tree, and retreated into the nearby shadows to hide from the daylight.
Posie sniffled and whimpered as she struggled against the ropes. She wanted her papa so badly, but she was beginning to think he wasn't going to come.
The rough rope chafed at her tender skin as she frantically tried to wriggle free. It was useless, though she was only 5 years old, she knew that she had run out of time.
In the morning, the monsters would kill her.
The little hobbit-lass sniffed again, and leaned against the tree, wishing desperately that she had stayed home with mama.
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Aragorn stopped and leaned against a tree. The sun was rising in the east, a glorious display of red and orange and gold, but the Ranger took no heed of it.
"Elladan, wait up!" Elrohir collapsed to the ground beside Aragorn, while Legolas bent over bracing his hands on his knees. They were exhausted, and Elladan was setting a brutal pace, desperate to save the little hobbit before it was too late.
Sighing, Elladan paused to catch his breath, "We have to hurry, they've got a head start on us."
Aragorn staggered forward, and laid a hand on the older twin's shoulder, "Elladan, we have to face the fact that we might be too late."
"No, we have to save her. I'm not giving up yet." Elladan glared at the ranger, and took a deep breath. "Lets get moving, they've probably stopped for the day. If we hurry, we can catch them by sunset."
The other three exchanged weary looks, but didn't bother to argue. Even Legolas knew Elladan well enough to know that it would be useless.
They rose on aching feet, and moved onward through the woods.
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The sky was once again painted in hues of red and gold, with streaks of lavender and pink. It was a breathtaking sight, but Posie did not pay much attention to it.
All too soon, it would be dark, and then the monsters would come to get her.
Her chubby little cheeks were tear-streaked, and her golden curls were in a hopeless tangle.
A figure moved toward her from the shadows, the little hobbit-lass opened her mouth to scream, but a large hand clamped over it. The ropes around her suddenly came loose, and with startling strength for one so small, she bite down hard on the hand over her mouth.
"Ow!"
Posie dove into the brush, amid a sudden hail of curses, and stomping feet.
"The little demon bit me!" Legolas gave Elladan a wounded look.
"Be silent, you fool! There are orcs right over there!" Aragorn's heated whisper was lost in the terrible sound of the orcs screeching all at once as they awoke, and attacked the intruders.
Exhausted though they were, the foursome quickly moved onto the defensive.
Aragorn grunted with pain as an orcish blade dug into his right thigh. Ignoring the wound, he swung his fine elvish blade through the air, and decapitated the aggressor before he could attack a second time.
Posie watched in terror from the relative safety of the bushes. There were four big people fighting the monsters, and though it looked like they were very tired, the big people seemed to be winning.
Wielding Naurhathol* expertly, Elladan dispatched the last orc with a short stab to the chest. He kicked the corpse away, with a look of disgust.
Turning to his companions, he gave them a sheepish look. "Well, at least we know she's alive."
Aragorn, Elrohir, and most especially Legolas, glared at the older twin.
"Let us collect her and take her home then." Aragorn knelt next to the bush where the tiny creature was cowering, "It's alright, we won't hurt you."
Though he spoke softly, and his voice was warm and gentle, Posie sniffled, and remained frozen. "I want my papa."
Her heartfelt plea almost broke the Ranger's heart. Reaching an arm into the bush, he gently extracted her, avoiding the thorns that caught at his sleeve as best he could.
Posie froze as she was lifted into the air, then relaxed as Aragorn settled her against his chest.
"Is she alright?" Elladan peered over Aragorns shoulder, trying to get a better look at the child in his arms.
"I don't know, let's find somewhere away from here to camp, and you can have a look at her then....."
Aragorn wanted to say more, but his exhaustion, combined with blood loss from the wound in his thigh caused a sudden wave of dizziness to sweep over him.
He swayed as the world reeled around him. Elladan snatched the hobbit from Aragorns arms as the human collapsed in a limp heap on the ground.
Posie sniffled again, "Is he dead?"
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*Naurhathol is Elladan's dagger, a gift from Aragorn. More about it in my other fic, Taken :)
*Author runs for cover*.... heh heh I'm already starting with the cliffies, heh *evil grin*
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more A/N:
Iawen: YAY! My first reviewer of this fic! woohoo! *huggles* Do I need to get out Fred and George out? I don't want you killing me for this cliffie..
Pennsuleien: I'm not really comfortable writing Erestor at length, I don't have a good sense of his character. But he might make a cameo, just for you:)
*Star*smiles: Thanks for reviewing, this one promises to be good!
Sake girl Duelist: Lol, thanks! Keep reading!
disclaimer: I don't own any of this. I never did. No money is being made here.
A/N: Special thanks to Trin for beta'ing, you're so awesome!! Ok we're picking up at sunrise, about 7 hours after Posie was snatched.
On with the fic! ~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Posie squirmed in the Orcs grip, as her feet dangled far above the ground.
They'd been hauling her around all evening now, and seemed to be stopping for some reason. One of them had her lifted up by the collar of her little dress, and was regarding her as one might an afternoon snack.
"Leave it for now, we'll have a fresh meal tonight," the lead orc hissed at his companions. They seemed to agree with him, for they left the little hobbit tied to a tree, and retreated into the nearby shadows to hide from the daylight.
Posie sniffled and whimpered as she struggled against the ropes. She wanted her papa so badly, but she was beginning to think he wasn't going to come.
The rough rope chafed at her tender skin as she frantically tried to wriggle free. It was useless, though she was only 5 years old, she knew that she had run out of time.
In the morning, the monsters would kill her.
The little hobbit-lass sniffed again, and leaned against the tree, wishing desperately that she had stayed home with mama.
~~~*~~~
Aragorn stopped and leaned against a tree. The sun was rising in the east, a glorious display of red and orange and gold, but the Ranger took no heed of it.
"Elladan, wait up!" Elrohir collapsed to the ground beside Aragorn, while Legolas bent over bracing his hands on his knees. They were exhausted, and Elladan was setting a brutal pace, desperate to save the little hobbit before it was too late.
Sighing, Elladan paused to catch his breath, "We have to hurry, they've got a head start on us."
Aragorn staggered forward, and laid a hand on the older twin's shoulder, "Elladan, we have to face the fact that we might be too late."
"No, we have to save her. I'm not giving up yet." Elladan glared at the ranger, and took a deep breath. "Lets get moving, they've probably stopped for the day. If we hurry, we can catch them by sunset."
The other three exchanged weary looks, but didn't bother to argue. Even Legolas knew Elladan well enough to know that it would be useless.
They rose on aching feet, and moved onward through the woods.
~~~*~~~
The sky was once again painted in hues of red and gold, with streaks of lavender and pink. It was a breathtaking sight, but Posie did not pay much attention to it.
All too soon, it would be dark, and then the monsters would come to get her.
Her chubby little cheeks were tear-streaked, and her golden curls were in a hopeless tangle.
A figure moved toward her from the shadows, the little hobbit-lass opened her mouth to scream, but a large hand clamped over it. The ropes around her suddenly came loose, and with startling strength for one so small, she bite down hard on the hand over her mouth.
"Ow!"
Posie dove into the brush, amid a sudden hail of curses, and stomping feet.
"The little demon bit me!" Legolas gave Elladan a wounded look.
"Be silent, you fool! There are orcs right over there!" Aragorn's heated whisper was lost in the terrible sound of the orcs screeching all at once as they awoke, and attacked the intruders.
Exhausted though they were, the foursome quickly moved onto the defensive.
Aragorn grunted with pain as an orcish blade dug into his right thigh. Ignoring the wound, he swung his fine elvish blade through the air, and decapitated the aggressor before he could attack a second time.
Posie watched in terror from the relative safety of the bushes. There were four big people fighting the monsters, and though it looked like they were very tired, the big people seemed to be winning.
Wielding Naurhathol* expertly, Elladan dispatched the last orc with a short stab to the chest. He kicked the corpse away, with a look of disgust.
Turning to his companions, he gave them a sheepish look. "Well, at least we know she's alive."
Aragorn, Elrohir, and most especially Legolas, glared at the older twin.
"Let us collect her and take her home then." Aragorn knelt next to the bush where the tiny creature was cowering, "It's alright, we won't hurt you."
Though he spoke softly, and his voice was warm and gentle, Posie sniffled, and remained frozen. "I want my papa."
Her heartfelt plea almost broke the Ranger's heart. Reaching an arm into the bush, he gently extracted her, avoiding the thorns that caught at his sleeve as best he could.
Posie froze as she was lifted into the air, then relaxed as Aragorn settled her against his chest.
"Is she alright?" Elladan peered over Aragorns shoulder, trying to get a better look at the child in his arms.
"I don't know, let's find somewhere away from here to camp, and you can have a look at her then....."
Aragorn wanted to say more, but his exhaustion, combined with blood loss from the wound in his thigh caused a sudden wave of dizziness to sweep over him.
He swayed as the world reeled around him. Elladan snatched the hobbit from Aragorns arms as the human collapsed in a limp heap on the ground.
Posie sniffled again, "Is he dead?"
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*Naurhathol is Elladan's dagger, a gift from Aragorn. More about it in my other fic, Taken :)
*Author runs for cover*.... heh heh I'm already starting with the cliffies, heh *evil grin*
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more A/N:
Iawen: YAY! My first reviewer of this fic! woohoo! *huggles* Do I need to get out Fred and George out? I don't want you killing me for this cliffie..
Pennsuleien: I'm not really comfortable writing Erestor at length, I don't have a good sense of his character. But he might make a cameo, just for you:)
*Star*smiles: Thanks for reviewing, this one promises to be good!
Sake girl Duelist: Lol, thanks! Keep reading!