****
Two orcs opened the door again and one of them leaned down to face the hobbits. A broad smile was on his face and he laughed at their frightened faces.
'Gotten ready for interrogation yet, eh? Hope you are, cause you will tell us all we want to know soon enough. Ready?' He laughed and pulled out a lash, as did the other. Pippin winced in pain as soon as it hit him, but was still surprised it wasn't anything else. Both of them stayed quiet through the "interrogation" and the smiles on the orcs faces disappeared. They looked angry but realised lashes wouldn't take them anywhere.
'We'll be back. And then you'll wish that you had already told us everything. Next time we wont be so nice anymore.' After they left they crawled up from the ground. The ropes were still intact, which was more than you could say about them. They had blood all over them and the skin on their backs was all nearly gone. But at least they were alive, breathing and most important, they hadn't said a thing.
'Nice? I know a lot of things they are, and nice is not one of them' said Merry, having a hard time to speak, but still managed to sound sarcastic.
'Maybe they meant they will be so cruel next time so this time will seem like they were nice.'
'We wont tell anything. If that is the only thing we can do to help, at least we wont. I think that even if we told them all we know, they wouldn't quit, they enjoy this.'
'I think so too. Somehow, I feel we would be better off dead.'
'Your wish might soon come true. I don't think they can continue doing worse and worse things all the time without killing us off. Then we can't tell anything, so you're right, that'd be better.'
****
Aragorn put his head to the rock, trying to hear something of where the orcs were heading. But there was nothing. Legolas was trying to get some feelings of where the hobbits were, but failed.
'I think the feelings just come, I can't control them. Gandalf, can't you tell anything?'
'No. That is not within my powers to tell. But I think, considering how old the footprints seemed, I'd say they have already reached Mordor. There's not much we can do for them.' Gimli, who had been very quiet all the time, now angrily spoke up.
'We cannot, and we will not leave them to Sauron! If you're not going, then I am going alone. I'd die trying! Aragorn looked at him.
'Of course we're going to try, at least. Come on, we have at least a day's journey to Mordor.'
****
The orcs had returned, this time they had some stones with them. Pippin frowned. Were they going to beat them with stones? One of the orcs took up a few sticks and the other one started knocking the stones together. The hobbits crawled into a corner, but not so long after they did, flickering sparkles could be seen, and soon they had a fire in the middle of the room. The orcs grabbed them and dragged them to the fire. Merry and Pippin screamed in unison as their hands were put in the flames.
'Tell us everything. Now. Where is the ring? We know you know, so don't waste any time.' The hobbits stayed quiet and after a few seconds, they couldn't feel pain in their hands anymore. The orcs allowed them to remove their hands from the fire, and then it hurt again. One of the orcs, apparently the leader, looked at them.
'Well?' Merry and Pippin just looked at each other.
'Well, what?' Slipped through Merry's lips, the orc looked irritated and kicked him. The hobbit didn't move.
'Where is the ring?'
'What ring? I know of many rings, could you be more specific?' Said Pippin. The orc leaned in closer.
'I'm tired of your little games. Now you answer my question or I will show you the true meaning of pain.' When no one answered, he got angry.
'Well then, if that's the way you like it.' He took their hands again, put them in the flames and watched the hobbits reactions. Suddenly Pippin saw Merry fall to the floor. He was surprised. (He couldn't feel his hands anymore, okay?) He shouldn't have blacked out just like that, it was weird. But suddenly something lit in his head and he fell to the floor.
A/N I know, short chapter today. Lucky you who can skip the torture-parts, I'm getting scared myself, but I can't skip them, wouldn't be much written then would it? I'm going to leave this work to my english teacher when I'm finished, I'm not English for everybody who didn't know. Wish me luck everybody! Oooops, I just realised she's reading this. (If she bothers to read my notes, if *anybody* bothers to read my notes.) Hi Yvonne!
Two orcs opened the door again and one of them leaned down to face the hobbits. A broad smile was on his face and he laughed at their frightened faces.
'Gotten ready for interrogation yet, eh? Hope you are, cause you will tell us all we want to know soon enough. Ready?' He laughed and pulled out a lash, as did the other. Pippin winced in pain as soon as it hit him, but was still surprised it wasn't anything else. Both of them stayed quiet through the "interrogation" and the smiles on the orcs faces disappeared. They looked angry but realised lashes wouldn't take them anywhere.
'We'll be back. And then you'll wish that you had already told us everything. Next time we wont be so nice anymore.' After they left they crawled up from the ground. The ropes were still intact, which was more than you could say about them. They had blood all over them and the skin on their backs was all nearly gone. But at least they were alive, breathing and most important, they hadn't said a thing.
'Nice? I know a lot of things they are, and nice is not one of them' said Merry, having a hard time to speak, but still managed to sound sarcastic.
'Maybe they meant they will be so cruel next time so this time will seem like they were nice.'
'We wont tell anything. If that is the only thing we can do to help, at least we wont. I think that even if we told them all we know, they wouldn't quit, they enjoy this.'
'I think so too. Somehow, I feel we would be better off dead.'
'Your wish might soon come true. I don't think they can continue doing worse and worse things all the time without killing us off. Then we can't tell anything, so you're right, that'd be better.'
****
Aragorn put his head to the rock, trying to hear something of where the orcs were heading. But there was nothing. Legolas was trying to get some feelings of where the hobbits were, but failed.
'I think the feelings just come, I can't control them. Gandalf, can't you tell anything?'
'No. That is not within my powers to tell. But I think, considering how old the footprints seemed, I'd say they have already reached Mordor. There's not much we can do for them.' Gimli, who had been very quiet all the time, now angrily spoke up.
'We cannot, and we will not leave them to Sauron! If you're not going, then I am going alone. I'd die trying! Aragorn looked at him.
'Of course we're going to try, at least. Come on, we have at least a day's journey to Mordor.'
****
The orcs had returned, this time they had some stones with them. Pippin frowned. Were they going to beat them with stones? One of the orcs took up a few sticks and the other one started knocking the stones together. The hobbits crawled into a corner, but not so long after they did, flickering sparkles could be seen, and soon they had a fire in the middle of the room. The orcs grabbed them and dragged them to the fire. Merry and Pippin screamed in unison as their hands were put in the flames.
'Tell us everything. Now. Where is the ring? We know you know, so don't waste any time.' The hobbits stayed quiet and after a few seconds, they couldn't feel pain in their hands anymore. The orcs allowed them to remove their hands from the fire, and then it hurt again. One of the orcs, apparently the leader, looked at them.
'Well?' Merry and Pippin just looked at each other.
'Well, what?' Slipped through Merry's lips, the orc looked irritated and kicked him. The hobbit didn't move.
'Where is the ring?'
'What ring? I know of many rings, could you be more specific?' Said Pippin. The orc leaned in closer.
'I'm tired of your little games. Now you answer my question or I will show you the true meaning of pain.' When no one answered, he got angry.
'Well then, if that's the way you like it.' He took their hands again, put them in the flames and watched the hobbits reactions. Suddenly Pippin saw Merry fall to the floor. He was surprised. (He couldn't feel his hands anymore, okay?) He shouldn't have blacked out just like that, it was weird. But suddenly something lit in his head and he fell to the floor.
A/N I know, short chapter today. Lucky you who can skip the torture-parts, I'm getting scared myself, but I can't skip them, wouldn't be much written then would it? I'm going to leave this work to my english teacher when I'm finished, I'm not English for everybody who didn't know. Wish me luck everybody! Oooops, I just realised she's reading this. (If she bothers to read my notes, if *anybody* bothers to read my notes.) Hi Yvonne!
