A/N Merry has lost his memory and Pippin has been hit in the head with a
rock! And as if that wasn't enough, they are captives of Grima and Saruman!
How will it go for our favourite hobbits! And that question won't you ever
have the answer to by reading the A/N so get on with the story smart-ass!
And just to check whether anyone is reading my A/N start your review with
Hoy Bombadil! if you are reading this.
Merry (or so the other hobbit said he was called, himself he thought it sounded strange. Didn't merry mean happy? He didn't feel so extremely happy.) looked at Pippin and tried to carefully shook him. That didn't work, not really to Merry's surprise so he gave up and just waited for his new-found friend to wake up. And after a while, he did. Grima knew how to hit him hard without killing and he had done a good job. Now, before Merry had had a chance, he stepped forward and faced the little hobbit who curled himself up in fear.
'So little one, what is your name?' Pippin frowned and seemed to be thinking.
'I don't really know...' Merry gasped and clasped his hand over his mouth but Grima smiled, apparently satisfied.
'Master Saruman! The other one has lost it too! Now we can begin from scratch with these two!' The wizard smiled evilly.
'Good work master Wormtounge. Let's get 'em sold now quickly before Gandalf the Grey comes to save them.' Merry noticed the despise in his voice when he spoke the name, but it brought no memories back to him. Should be a nice person though, since he was to *save* them. Pippin looked at Merry and crawled over.
'Who are you? Can you tell me anything about all this? I trust you're a prisoner too.' Merry looked at him.
'I'd be happy to tell you everything, but I've recently lost my memory too. All I know is that I'm Meriadoc and you're Peregrin but we're usually called Merry and Pippin. We have known each other for a long time and those two are evil. That's all I know about life this far.
'Oh, okay. I guess we'll have to start over then. How do we escape those two then, if they are evil?' Merry shrugged his shoulders.
'Absolutely no idea. But I suppose we could always...no that wouldn't work...'
'We'll have to think and look out for the right opportunity.'
'Yes. Sounds good to me. But I wish I knew more of our former life, maybe that could help us in some way.' Pippin couldn't answer, cause when they had been talking, Grima and Saruman had been discussing something with a man of human race and a foul look. Now he came up to them, smiling, but not a good smile.
'So, what do you take for them?'
'Fifteen silver pennies each, that's what they're worth,' answered Saruman.
//Oh yes,// thought Merry. //We're getting sold. Just great.// The man turned them around, made them spin for a while with their arms stretched out, all while he was talking to Saruman. After a while he had apparently made up his mind.
'All right,' he said, 'I'll take them.' He paid the wizard the agreed amount of money, stuffed the two hobbits inside his cab and drove away. Merry and Pippin was trying to sit upright, but was shoved down by the man. He smiled at them with teeth that had begun to rotten, some was all black.
'No, no, I don't want you escaping from me. Lie down on your backs, so I can keep an eye on you.' Merry and Pippin dared no else than to comply with his demands so they shuddering lay back, which caused the ride to feel even more rockier, as they couldn't see where they were heading. After a long time, that felt like eternity for the hobbits, they stopped.
'Here's my home, little ones. This is where you're to stay.' Merry and Pippin felt dizzy after the ride and walked through the darkness and stumbled into a small house where they were met by a woman who were washing dishes. She looked at them and pity was on her face.
'Oh Dunrâd, have you brought children home? Are they homeless or just lost?' Her husband answered her with a growl.
'Shut up, they're my new slav...servants and I intend to make them work as I bought them for much money.' His wife looked at him angrily.
'You intend to keep children as slaves?!? You are crueller than I thought.' Dunrâd spun around and slapped her across the face. Merry and Pippin could do nothing but watch, terrified.
'You are just a woman and no one to judge my decisions! They are not children I think, the seller said something about halflings from a distant land.' Suddenly, another voice was heard.
'"Just a woman"? So you think women are bad? You think I'm bad?' A young woman, about eighteen or nineteen stood in the doorway. She was very attractive, with long blonde hair that reached to her waist, large blue eyes and a good figure. Neither Merry nor Pippin found her beautiful though, they were scared off by the way she looked. She looked evil somehow, they couldn't put a finger on what it was, but she made them want to run away. (As if they didn't want that before.) Dunrâd on the other hand, softened and his eyes turned bright. He went up to the girl who looked at him expectantly.
'Of course I didn't mean you, dear daughter Luanda. I meant your mother over there. She is so weak-hearted and overly helpful to lower beings like those two,' he pointed to Merry and Pippin. 'They are to be our slaves and you may use them to whatever pleasure they can bring you.' Luanda looked down at them with a non-hidden despise.
'All right then,' she said. 'They can start by cleaning my windows, they are very dirty since our last slave died.' When she said this, her mother bit her lip and looked down. Merry and Pippin looked at her. Maybe she was their only way of getting out of there.
TBC
A/N *whines* Where are you Kelly? You said you'd write me in your last review, so where are you??? Well, what do you think? Please review and don't forget the Hoy Bombadil stuff!
Merry (or so the other hobbit said he was called, himself he thought it sounded strange. Didn't merry mean happy? He didn't feel so extremely happy.) looked at Pippin and tried to carefully shook him. That didn't work, not really to Merry's surprise so he gave up and just waited for his new-found friend to wake up. And after a while, he did. Grima knew how to hit him hard without killing and he had done a good job. Now, before Merry had had a chance, he stepped forward and faced the little hobbit who curled himself up in fear.
'So little one, what is your name?' Pippin frowned and seemed to be thinking.
'I don't really know...' Merry gasped and clasped his hand over his mouth but Grima smiled, apparently satisfied.
'Master Saruman! The other one has lost it too! Now we can begin from scratch with these two!' The wizard smiled evilly.
'Good work master Wormtounge. Let's get 'em sold now quickly before Gandalf the Grey comes to save them.' Merry noticed the despise in his voice when he spoke the name, but it brought no memories back to him. Should be a nice person though, since he was to *save* them. Pippin looked at Merry and crawled over.
'Who are you? Can you tell me anything about all this? I trust you're a prisoner too.' Merry looked at him.
'I'd be happy to tell you everything, but I've recently lost my memory too. All I know is that I'm Meriadoc and you're Peregrin but we're usually called Merry and Pippin. We have known each other for a long time and those two are evil. That's all I know about life this far.
'Oh, okay. I guess we'll have to start over then. How do we escape those two then, if they are evil?' Merry shrugged his shoulders.
'Absolutely no idea. But I suppose we could always...no that wouldn't work...'
'We'll have to think and look out for the right opportunity.'
'Yes. Sounds good to me. But I wish I knew more of our former life, maybe that could help us in some way.' Pippin couldn't answer, cause when they had been talking, Grima and Saruman had been discussing something with a man of human race and a foul look. Now he came up to them, smiling, but not a good smile.
'So, what do you take for them?'
'Fifteen silver pennies each, that's what they're worth,' answered Saruman.
//Oh yes,// thought Merry. //We're getting sold. Just great.// The man turned them around, made them spin for a while with their arms stretched out, all while he was talking to Saruman. After a while he had apparently made up his mind.
'All right,' he said, 'I'll take them.' He paid the wizard the agreed amount of money, stuffed the two hobbits inside his cab and drove away. Merry and Pippin was trying to sit upright, but was shoved down by the man. He smiled at them with teeth that had begun to rotten, some was all black.
'No, no, I don't want you escaping from me. Lie down on your backs, so I can keep an eye on you.' Merry and Pippin dared no else than to comply with his demands so they shuddering lay back, which caused the ride to feel even more rockier, as they couldn't see where they were heading. After a long time, that felt like eternity for the hobbits, they stopped.
'Here's my home, little ones. This is where you're to stay.' Merry and Pippin felt dizzy after the ride and walked through the darkness and stumbled into a small house where they were met by a woman who were washing dishes. She looked at them and pity was on her face.
'Oh Dunrâd, have you brought children home? Are they homeless or just lost?' Her husband answered her with a growl.
'Shut up, they're my new slav...servants and I intend to make them work as I bought them for much money.' His wife looked at him angrily.
'You intend to keep children as slaves?!? You are crueller than I thought.' Dunrâd spun around and slapped her across the face. Merry and Pippin could do nothing but watch, terrified.
'You are just a woman and no one to judge my decisions! They are not children I think, the seller said something about halflings from a distant land.' Suddenly, another voice was heard.
'"Just a woman"? So you think women are bad? You think I'm bad?' A young woman, about eighteen or nineteen stood in the doorway. She was very attractive, with long blonde hair that reached to her waist, large blue eyes and a good figure. Neither Merry nor Pippin found her beautiful though, they were scared off by the way she looked. She looked evil somehow, they couldn't put a finger on what it was, but she made them want to run away. (As if they didn't want that before.) Dunrâd on the other hand, softened and his eyes turned bright. He went up to the girl who looked at him expectantly.
'Of course I didn't mean you, dear daughter Luanda. I meant your mother over there. She is so weak-hearted and overly helpful to lower beings like those two,' he pointed to Merry and Pippin. 'They are to be our slaves and you may use them to whatever pleasure they can bring you.' Luanda looked down at them with a non-hidden despise.
'All right then,' she said. 'They can start by cleaning my windows, they are very dirty since our last slave died.' When she said this, her mother bit her lip and looked down. Merry and Pippin looked at her. Maybe she was their only way of getting out of there.
TBC
A/N *whines* Where are you Kelly? You said you'd write me in your last review, so where are you??? Well, what do you think? Please review and don't forget the Hoy Bombadil stuff!
