A/N More people than I thought started with Hoy Bombadil! Good, now I know
writing something here is worth the trouble. Not that it is any
trouble...so it's really not worth anything. How stupid.
Merry and Pippin were dragged like bags behind Dunrâd and Luanda. They didn't fight to get free as it was useless.
'Pippin? Do you think someone is looking for us?' Pippin shrugged.
'Hopefully. But we can't be too sure.' Merry lit up as if remembering something.
'I remember Saruman talking about someone called Gandalf the Grey who was supposed to come and save us,' he whispered quietly so that their captors wouldn't hear. Pippin looked happy at this piece of information.
'Let's hope Gandalf the Grey is good at tracking. Tracking us that is, since Saruman is no longer with us.' Pippin giggled and Merry looked at him, surprised that he could actually find something funny in the situation.
'What?'
'When you said that he "was no longer with us" it sounded like he was dead or something. Not only that, but like he was dear to you.'
'Oh. Well, I didn't mean that.' Pippin nodded.
'I kind of got that. I wonder if we're ever to stop, this is getting tiresome.'
'Yes, but try telling that to those two.' Dunrâd turned around and slapped Merry across the cheek.
'I heard that! Now, shut up you two.' None of the hobbits dared respond to that, so they just stayed quiet until they stopped to rest.
****
'They went this way, I'm sure of it.' Sam looked up at Gandalf.
'You're absolutely sure?' Gandalf put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
'I'd recognise Saruman's wizard-shoes anywhere.' Frodo seemed to have lost hope, his tears was falling silently down his cheeks and he was stumbling forward. He mumbled something and Sam was quickly at his side.
'What did you say Mr. Frodo?' Frodo flinched as if he hadn't noticed the other hobbit.
'It's just...when, if we find them, in what shape do you think? You know what Saruman's done to them before. Somehow, I don't think they'll be alive.' Sam's eyes widened.
'Oh no Mr. Frodo, you mustn't say that. Why would he have taken them if he didn't need them for something?' Frodo looked up.
'Think Sam! They were the only ones taken. He wanted them for revenge. He's wanted that all the time. He just wants to torture them as much as possible.' Sam looked sad, but couldn't say anything against that. He tried anyway.
'We can't be sure, let's keep up hope. Gandalf seems to think there's some.' Frodo looked sceptical, but he didn't give up at least. Suddenly, the wizard stopped.
'They stopped here. Wait, tracks leads into the forest. It's not Saruman's though. It's some form of men shoes.' They followed the tracks into the forest, anxious to see what had happened there.
'Here I can see hobbit feet. I think they are Merry's,' said Gandalf.
'How can you tell?' asked Sam.
'I'm a wizard Samwise, I just can. Let's see,' he bend down and looked at the ground, when he suddenly stopped and fell down to his knees. Frodo could see something was wrong.
'What?' He cried.
'There's blood here, and lots of it. Either he was killed here, or something else horrible has happened to him.'
TBC
Merry and Pippin were dragged like bags behind Dunrâd and Luanda. They didn't fight to get free as it was useless.
'Pippin? Do you think someone is looking for us?' Pippin shrugged.
'Hopefully. But we can't be too sure.' Merry lit up as if remembering something.
'I remember Saruman talking about someone called Gandalf the Grey who was supposed to come and save us,' he whispered quietly so that their captors wouldn't hear. Pippin looked happy at this piece of information.
'Let's hope Gandalf the Grey is good at tracking. Tracking us that is, since Saruman is no longer with us.' Pippin giggled and Merry looked at him, surprised that he could actually find something funny in the situation.
'What?'
'When you said that he "was no longer with us" it sounded like he was dead or something. Not only that, but like he was dear to you.'
'Oh. Well, I didn't mean that.' Pippin nodded.
'I kind of got that. I wonder if we're ever to stop, this is getting tiresome.'
'Yes, but try telling that to those two.' Dunrâd turned around and slapped Merry across the cheek.
'I heard that! Now, shut up you two.' None of the hobbits dared respond to that, so they just stayed quiet until they stopped to rest.
****
'They went this way, I'm sure of it.' Sam looked up at Gandalf.
'You're absolutely sure?' Gandalf put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
'I'd recognise Saruman's wizard-shoes anywhere.' Frodo seemed to have lost hope, his tears was falling silently down his cheeks and he was stumbling forward. He mumbled something and Sam was quickly at his side.
'What did you say Mr. Frodo?' Frodo flinched as if he hadn't noticed the other hobbit.
'It's just...when, if we find them, in what shape do you think? You know what Saruman's done to them before. Somehow, I don't think they'll be alive.' Sam's eyes widened.
'Oh no Mr. Frodo, you mustn't say that. Why would he have taken them if he didn't need them for something?' Frodo looked up.
'Think Sam! They were the only ones taken. He wanted them for revenge. He's wanted that all the time. He just wants to torture them as much as possible.' Sam looked sad, but couldn't say anything against that. He tried anyway.
'We can't be sure, let's keep up hope. Gandalf seems to think there's some.' Frodo looked sceptical, but he didn't give up at least. Suddenly, the wizard stopped.
'They stopped here. Wait, tracks leads into the forest. It's not Saruman's though. It's some form of men shoes.' They followed the tracks into the forest, anxious to see what had happened there.
'Here I can see hobbit feet. I think they are Merry's,' said Gandalf.
'How can you tell?' asked Sam.
'I'm a wizard Samwise, I just can. Let's see,' he bend down and looked at the ground, when he suddenly stopped and fell down to his knees. Frodo could see something was wrong.
'What?' He cried.
'There's blood here, and lots of it. Either he was killed here, or something else horrible has happened to him.'
TBC
