Date: 8/4/03 10:39:02 AM Eastern Daylight Time

Edited: 4/4/08 - 5:29PM


Six: Minas Morgul


Pippin awoke from his sleep, feeling like he had been ran over by an animal. He lifted himself into an upright position and scanned his surroundings. As far as the hobbit could tell he was in a dark prison or dungeon, awaiting death to come knocking at his door. He just hoped someone would get to him before then. Perhaps it was a false hope he clung to. No-one from the fellowship could find him, wherever he was.

He climbed to his feet, no sooner than he did, Pippin was jerked backwards. He fell to the ground bottom first and realized that he was bound to the wall by chains. Sighing, Pippin slumped back onto the floor, holding his head in the palm of his hand. His jaw shifted when the sound of a door being opened echoed through the room and footsteps approached.

Pippin's heart beat wildly in his chest the door to his prison opened and the Nazgul entered, a cold breeze had filled the room causing Pippin to shiver with fear. His dark robes made it impossible to see him clearly as he approached the Took. With quick reflexes the wraith's clawed hand grabbed Pippin by the face around his jaw line pulling him off his feet, so that he was hanging in midair and yanked him towards him.

Where is the Ring Bearer?

Pippin could not answer for his voice was taken from him, courtesy of the Nazgul. He shook his head. The wraith growled and sent a wave of pain through Pippin's arm. The hobbit's mouth opened to scream, no sound emitted from his throat. The Nazgul ripped Pippin's shirt near the shoulder, revealing a unhealed wound. It chuckled softly at this

Ah . . . you have been touched by the Morgul blade, tell where the ringbearer is, and I will spare you life.

Pippin shrugged his shoulders, he truly did not know, why else would he would he have looking for his cousin in the Fanghorn forest? The Witch king's grip tightened on Pippin's face, the hobbit could feel the Witch king's dark presence in his mind ripping through his memories like a rake through grass. Tears fell freely down the Took's face, for that was the only emotion he could show much less do, as the king ventured deeper into his mind. After a moment, the lord of the Nazgul Hissed in disappointment leaning backward, The halfling was telling the truth much to his dismay.

You will be spared for the time being . . . . Peregrin Took

The lord's words sent chills down Pippin's spine, causing him to his close his eyes not wanting to know what else he had learned from his mind, the lord of the Nazgul dropped Peregrin letting him free-fall to the ground. Before the hobbit hit the ground the witch king hit him with a blast of energy, Pippin went spiraling in the air and crashed against the wall he was bound to. He soon realized that his eyes & mouth wouldn't open as if they were glued shut. Panic seized him in a second when footsteps approached him, he backed up against the wall wishing he could vanish.

The Nagul gripped Pippin's right shoulder, and squeezed it tightly. Pippin whimpered silently as his could feel the wound reopening once more, the feel of his skin tearing apart reminded him of a sleeve being ripped from the shirt, blood seeped through his clothes, when the wound was open completely the Witch king dropped Pippin on the floor and exited, his black robes flowing behind him, majestically like a shroud of darkness.

Pippin felt spasms of pain tearing through his entire body, before he succumbed to the calling darkness.


(TBC)