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Ragnur looked at Grungol and they both nodded. This was the time to act. No one paid any attention to them or the small hobbits. Grungol quickly took up the unconscious one while Rangur had to carry the other. The one that was still conscious, but had various cuts and scrapes, yelled and kicked. Still no one paid any attention to him and they sneaked out of the battle surprisingly enough without any trouble. When they were a bit away from the battle, they tied up the halflings arms and legs. Now it was time for the long road back to Isengard.
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'Eowyn! Eowyn!' Eomer ran up to his sister and tried to get an answer. Aragorn ran up to him. The Lady of Rohan was covered in a dark mist, though he could see a faint sign of life.
'Quick! We must take her to the houses of healing. Maybe they can save her there.' They carried her along with King Théoden through the streets of Gondor, and wherever they came people bowed their heads in despair but were informed that they were indeed not dead, and would be taken to the houses of healing. When he came to the houses of healing, Aragorn found Legolas and Gimli there. They were not hurt, and they were all happy to see each other again. (oops.I just remembered something, I've forgotten Gandalf. Okay, let's say he rode to Gondor before.) Suddenly the door opened and a well-known wizard appeared.
'Gandalf!' The old wizard looked worried and stepped up to the bed with the young woman in it.
'We must treat her quickly' he turned to Aragorn. 'Have you got any Athelas?' Aragorn found some, and they went through the same procedure as in the book. Eomer stepped up and spoke to her. Suddenly Eowyn called for Aragorn, and he turned to her.
'Sir, I've got to tell you,' she looked as if she was going to cry and had a hard time to speak. 'I was the young soldier who took back the hobbits to the village, and...and...I didn't.'
'What do you mean?' Aragorn asked her, though he already knew.
'I took them back...back to the troops. They are' she gasped, 'They are somewhere on the fields now.' Aragorn bowed his head not to show his anger, it wouldn't help her in her healing. He motioned for Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf to follow him. They looked for the hobbits on the fields but couldn't find them. Aragorn sat down on the ground and buried his face in his hands. Suddenly Legolas looked up.
'No, no they are not dead.' Everyone looked at him.
'What do you mean, if they're not dead, then where are they?'
'I don't know. I just know that they are not dead, but they are in great danger. It's just a feeling I have. You remember Galadriel when Celeborn asked for Gandalf?' Everyone nodded with the exception for Gandalf, who wasn't there.
'It's a little the same thing, though my feelings aren't so strong. That they are alive, in great danger, is all I can tell.' We must hurry, where can they be.
'Wait,' said Gandalf. 'I will call Gwaihir, lord of the eagles, and ask him if he has seen anything.' He lifted his staff and cried out word's not even Aragorn could understand. Soon a great eagle came and Gandalf started to speak to him in the same language. When the eagle left he turned to the others.
'He saw two orcs carrying two small things about an hour ago...and they were going to Mordor.' Aragorn gasped.
'To Mordor! What in Middle-Earth have they done to be taken to such a horrible place. We must save them!' They went to the stables where they took their horses and they set off.
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'So now it's Mordor. Why can't that wizard make up his mind? I'm tired of carrying around this halfling.'
'Easy for you to say,' said Ragnur. 'You're not the one who has to carry the one who's awake.' Pippin didn't kick with the same energy anymore, but he was still struggling against the orc's grip.
'I don't understand what they are going to do with them in Mordor, I mean they are completely useless, we're just wasting our energy.'
'Information, they want information. They will suffer in Mordor, and that's Saruman's revenge.' Grungol shrugged his shoulders and pointed to Merry.
'This one isn't going to give him much information. He got a blow by the nazgul over there. Then again, maybe they have some kind of medicine over there so he'll wake up. Come on now, let's go.
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All that was in Pippin's mind when they entered the black tower was that they should die, and he hoped they wouldn't be able to wake Merry up from the coma. A hope that unfortunately got shattered when the put something in his mouth, and he coughed a few times, shook his head and opened his eyes. He looked at Pippin and one of the orcs who was there spoke to the other.
'We should leave them now, they need to regain their senses before answering any questions.' The orcs left and Merry a looked at Pippin.
'So what do we do now, at least not answering any question, my senses are enough regained for knowing that.' Pippin nodded.
'No, that's one thing we wont do, but we should try to find a way out,' he sighed. 'If that is possible.' Merry didn't want to tell Pippin his thoughts of that last statement, that there was no way out.
'Maybe the best thing would be if we died here, far away from everything and they would never get the information we carry, at least not from us.' They crawled together for the warmth and comfort that gave, and they spoke of memories of their childhood, wanting to remember good things when they died.
A/N Always thought Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf were too slow. No, they just set out to late. Seems a little hopeless now, doesn't it? We'll see tomorrow, or whenever I post next chapter.
Ragnur looked at Grungol and they both nodded. This was the time to act. No one paid any attention to them or the small hobbits. Grungol quickly took up the unconscious one while Rangur had to carry the other. The one that was still conscious, but had various cuts and scrapes, yelled and kicked. Still no one paid any attention to him and they sneaked out of the battle surprisingly enough without any trouble. When they were a bit away from the battle, they tied up the halflings arms and legs. Now it was time for the long road back to Isengard.
****
'Eowyn! Eowyn!' Eomer ran up to his sister and tried to get an answer. Aragorn ran up to him. The Lady of Rohan was covered in a dark mist, though he could see a faint sign of life.
'Quick! We must take her to the houses of healing. Maybe they can save her there.' They carried her along with King Théoden through the streets of Gondor, and wherever they came people bowed their heads in despair but were informed that they were indeed not dead, and would be taken to the houses of healing. When he came to the houses of healing, Aragorn found Legolas and Gimli there. They were not hurt, and they were all happy to see each other again. (oops.I just remembered something, I've forgotten Gandalf. Okay, let's say he rode to Gondor before.) Suddenly the door opened and a well-known wizard appeared.
'Gandalf!' The old wizard looked worried and stepped up to the bed with the young woman in it.
'We must treat her quickly' he turned to Aragorn. 'Have you got any Athelas?' Aragorn found some, and they went through the same procedure as in the book. Eomer stepped up and spoke to her. Suddenly Eowyn called for Aragorn, and he turned to her.
'Sir, I've got to tell you,' she looked as if she was going to cry and had a hard time to speak. 'I was the young soldier who took back the hobbits to the village, and...and...I didn't.'
'What do you mean?' Aragorn asked her, though he already knew.
'I took them back...back to the troops. They are' she gasped, 'They are somewhere on the fields now.' Aragorn bowed his head not to show his anger, it wouldn't help her in her healing. He motioned for Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf to follow him. They looked for the hobbits on the fields but couldn't find them. Aragorn sat down on the ground and buried his face in his hands. Suddenly Legolas looked up.
'No, no they are not dead.' Everyone looked at him.
'What do you mean, if they're not dead, then where are they?'
'I don't know. I just know that they are not dead, but they are in great danger. It's just a feeling I have. You remember Galadriel when Celeborn asked for Gandalf?' Everyone nodded with the exception for Gandalf, who wasn't there.
'It's a little the same thing, though my feelings aren't so strong. That they are alive, in great danger, is all I can tell.' We must hurry, where can they be.
'Wait,' said Gandalf. 'I will call Gwaihir, lord of the eagles, and ask him if he has seen anything.' He lifted his staff and cried out word's not even Aragorn could understand. Soon a great eagle came and Gandalf started to speak to him in the same language. When the eagle left he turned to the others.
'He saw two orcs carrying two small things about an hour ago...and they were going to Mordor.' Aragorn gasped.
'To Mordor! What in Middle-Earth have they done to be taken to such a horrible place. We must save them!' They went to the stables where they took their horses and they set off.
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'So now it's Mordor. Why can't that wizard make up his mind? I'm tired of carrying around this halfling.'
'Easy for you to say,' said Ragnur. 'You're not the one who has to carry the one who's awake.' Pippin didn't kick with the same energy anymore, but he was still struggling against the orc's grip.
'I don't understand what they are going to do with them in Mordor, I mean they are completely useless, we're just wasting our energy.'
'Information, they want information. They will suffer in Mordor, and that's Saruman's revenge.' Grungol shrugged his shoulders and pointed to Merry.
'This one isn't going to give him much information. He got a blow by the nazgul over there. Then again, maybe they have some kind of medicine over there so he'll wake up. Come on now, let's go.
****
All that was in Pippin's mind when they entered the black tower was that they should die, and he hoped they wouldn't be able to wake Merry up from the coma. A hope that unfortunately got shattered when the put something in his mouth, and he coughed a few times, shook his head and opened his eyes. He looked at Pippin and one of the orcs who was there spoke to the other.
'We should leave them now, they need to regain their senses before answering any questions.' The orcs left and Merry a looked at Pippin.
'So what do we do now, at least not answering any question, my senses are enough regained for knowing that.' Pippin nodded.
'No, that's one thing we wont do, but we should try to find a way out,' he sighed. 'If that is possible.' Merry didn't want to tell Pippin his thoughts of that last statement, that there was no way out.
'Maybe the best thing would be if we died here, far away from everything and they would never get the information we carry, at least not from us.' They crawled together for the warmth and comfort that gave, and they spoke of memories of their childhood, wanting to remember good things when they died.
A/N Always thought Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf were too slow. No, they just set out to late. Seems a little hopeless now, doesn't it? We'll see tomorrow, or whenever I post next chapter.
