Chapter 10: - Tower sweet Tower.
Firefly felt groggy. Actually groggy was an understatement. If there was possibly something worse, that's how she felt. Her eyes weren't all that clear and her head was pounding.
She looked up; she was on her back on an uncomfortable floor. Wait a second, an actual floor not a huge slab. She saw a low ceiling. This wasn't good.
She slapped her hand on her head and made a groaning sound.
"Incase you haven't noticed" said Kurina dryly from above Firefly's head. "We're home back in Morgul tower"
Firefly rolled over, she saw a door, and near to that, a mirror. Either the prisons had been knocked up a notch or.
"I take it this hovel is your bedroom?"
If not slightly offended, "Well, yes" said Kurina shortly.
Firefly sat up and looked around the small room. It had a window on the left hand wall above the bed, it was small and provided little light, but it was the best amount of light Mordor could provide without knocking down the wall.
Kurina sat against a wall on her bed with Alakalqua next to her- who seemed particularly proud of her black and numerous bruises, ripped sleeve and cuts- she had put up quite the fight.
Frodo was nowhere to be found.
"Where's the hobbit gone?" Firefly asked vaguely as she jumped onto the bed.
"Questioning" replied Kurina. She looked a lot better. Firefly noticed a crystal stone hung around her neck- that explains it.
Firefly looked down at her own chest, no such luck. No wonder she felt as though a wraith rider had hurled her two miles, by her feet.
She was improving though, and was beginning to form another plan when Polus burst into the room.
Two guards were standing watch outside. He crossed his arms and looked disapprovingly at them in a mock sort of way,
"You all had better follow me" he smirked.
The guards escorted them to the stairway, Kurina was not happy to be able to walk not stumble on the stairs as they were led into the hall were the food was given out and inspirational ("Of course!") were delivered. They were taken to the podium where a door was revealed and they were led down a tight staircase.
They entered at the head of the master hall, where the head honcho of the tower spoke; it was accessed by the main stairwell but you had to go through quite a bit to get there. The more superior orcs took the direct stair root. The room was large, echoic and red. Really red. A large throne was positioned at the front, in front of red veils. An orc was seated there.
"Are these the prisoners of whom you previously spoke of, Polus?" asked the mighty orc largely.
Polus, and the three guards who accompanied them there, knelt. "They are"
"Rise," said the other orc quickly as if he's said it many times before. They did.
Firefly ran as fast as she could to the orc but was stopped at the foot of the raised throne. His eyes glowed angrily at her- how dare she? He must have thought.
"What have you done with Frodo?"
"Who?"
Polus elbowed her sharply in the ribs. He wasn't there?
"Polus what is she jabbering on about? Who is . . . Frodo?"
"The ring bearer. He escaped from us"
"You had better find him," the leading orc hissed.
"We will"
Taking Firefly's arm in his large fist, and not too gently she noted, Polus pushed her to the podium first.
The orc leader looked upon her with a curious and evil look. She had seen him wear that look before,
"Magnus. It is lovely to see you are well," she mocked the orcs, even Kurina, gasped, she had used his name, they knew it by rumour- how could she know it?
"Firefly. I might have known it would be you. You were ever the only prisoner who could possibly escape from here," he said smoothly leaning on his elbow. Alakalqua muttered, "Me too" but no one heard.
"Now I'll make this quick, I'm a busy orc, things to do"
"Like being Sauron's slave? Yes, I could imagine that being a full-time responsibility," growled Firefly, remembering just why she couldn't stand Magnus, so slimy and unloyal.
Magnus shook her comment off with a false laugh and preceded to his usual style of quick fire questions, "How do you know the hobbit?"
"The what-it?"
"Hobbit"
"Saved him from you"
"Why?"
"I happen to think no one deserves to see you. It's just cruel"
"Firefly" he said warningly narrowing his eyes. After giving her a few testy looks, and more guards narrowing on her, she gave a false submission.
"We. . . (saying the first thing she could think of) travelled together" she replied heavily, acting of course.
Magnus wasn't convinced, "He said he rode with one called Sam"
Acting surprised, and putting on a shocked expression, "How do you know?" Kurina heard sarcasm but clearly male orcs were unaware of it. "He kept calling out, "Sam!" and repeatedly whined, "I need to find Sam"", Magnus had the characteristic male-orc ha-ha-I'm-smarter-than-you look, sheer triumph, but Firefly knew him well enough to move past that and keep trying to convince him. She looked sorrowfully around the red room and said quietly, "My real name is Samantha Firefly" Even Kurina gasped- for effect.
"You lie," he said harshly.
"You think I like the name? No! I rescued him from a band of your empty- headed orcs and took care of him in the wilderness"
Magnus shifted his weight to his other elbow and lent forward, in a quite serious voice he pressed on, "Why?"
"Because if your sorry "men" were looking for him, a defenceless (If he had been here Frodo would have called "Hey!") little (and "I'm tall for my age") creature (followed by "Hobbit!"), he must have some great worth and I felt sorry for him" the end of her explanation seemed to have worked.
"And you two travelled alone?"
She saw a flaw in her plan, the grey thing she had pummelled earlier would know the truth, Polus and his men got information on him, now what? Her stomach sunk but she kept her story straight.
"We travelled alone"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, up until we were both captured"
"But there are reports of the Gollum. Some say they saw him"
"He led him after you caught me"
"Very well. Polus is this Gollums word? I was informed you knew"
Polus looked at no one but Magnus, Firefly was preparing to run and looked at the others who understood the look she wore. Polus kept a straight face and said, "Yes"
"Very well"
Dismissing her, the others were taken into question and Polus escorted her to the tower again. When the two of them tiredly entered after the look haul up the stairs Firefly looked carefully at Polus,
"You lied for me and not only that . . ." she looked at the robust orc and finally began making sense of a few things, "You freed Frodo"
"I have not freed the hobbit, he hides in my quarters. You will escape with him, you and the elf"
"What!"
Firefly felt groggy. Actually groggy was an understatement. If there was possibly something worse, that's how she felt. Her eyes weren't all that clear and her head was pounding.
She looked up; she was on her back on an uncomfortable floor. Wait a second, an actual floor not a huge slab. She saw a low ceiling. This wasn't good.
She slapped her hand on her head and made a groaning sound.
"Incase you haven't noticed" said Kurina dryly from above Firefly's head. "We're home back in Morgul tower"
Firefly rolled over, she saw a door, and near to that, a mirror. Either the prisons had been knocked up a notch or.
"I take it this hovel is your bedroom?"
If not slightly offended, "Well, yes" said Kurina shortly.
Firefly sat up and looked around the small room. It had a window on the left hand wall above the bed, it was small and provided little light, but it was the best amount of light Mordor could provide without knocking down the wall.
Kurina sat against a wall on her bed with Alakalqua next to her- who seemed particularly proud of her black and numerous bruises, ripped sleeve and cuts- she had put up quite the fight.
Frodo was nowhere to be found.
"Where's the hobbit gone?" Firefly asked vaguely as she jumped onto the bed.
"Questioning" replied Kurina. She looked a lot better. Firefly noticed a crystal stone hung around her neck- that explains it.
Firefly looked down at her own chest, no such luck. No wonder she felt as though a wraith rider had hurled her two miles, by her feet.
She was improving though, and was beginning to form another plan when Polus burst into the room.
Two guards were standing watch outside. He crossed his arms and looked disapprovingly at them in a mock sort of way,
"You all had better follow me" he smirked.
The guards escorted them to the stairway, Kurina was not happy to be able to walk not stumble on the stairs as they were led into the hall were the food was given out and inspirational ("Of course!") were delivered. They were taken to the podium where a door was revealed and they were led down a tight staircase.
They entered at the head of the master hall, where the head honcho of the tower spoke; it was accessed by the main stairwell but you had to go through quite a bit to get there. The more superior orcs took the direct stair root. The room was large, echoic and red. Really red. A large throne was positioned at the front, in front of red veils. An orc was seated there.
"Are these the prisoners of whom you previously spoke of, Polus?" asked the mighty orc largely.
Polus, and the three guards who accompanied them there, knelt. "They are"
"Rise," said the other orc quickly as if he's said it many times before. They did.
Firefly ran as fast as she could to the orc but was stopped at the foot of the raised throne. His eyes glowed angrily at her- how dare she? He must have thought.
"What have you done with Frodo?"
"Who?"
Polus elbowed her sharply in the ribs. He wasn't there?
"Polus what is she jabbering on about? Who is . . . Frodo?"
"The ring bearer. He escaped from us"
"You had better find him," the leading orc hissed.
"We will"
Taking Firefly's arm in his large fist, and not too gently she noted, Polus pushed her to the podium first.
The orc leader looked upon her with a curious and evil look. She had seen him wear that look before,
"Magnus. It is lovely to see you are well," she mocked the orcs, even Kurina, gasped, she had used his name, they knew it by rumour- how could she know it?
"Firefly. I might have known it would be you. You were ever the only prisoner who could possibly escape from here," he said smoothly leaning on his elbow. Alakalqua muttered, "Me too" but no one heard.
"Now I'll make this quick, I'm a busy orc, things to do"
"Like being Sauron's slave? Yes, I could imagine that being a full-time responsibility," growled Firefly, remembering just why she couldn't stand Magnus, so slimy and unloyal.
Magnus shook her comment off with a false laugh and preceded to his usual style of quick fire questions, "How do you know the hobbit?"
"The what-it?"
"Hobbit"
"Saved him from you"
"Why?"
"I happen to think no one deserves to see you. It's just cruel"
"Firefly" he said warningly narrowing his eyes. After giving her a few testy looks, and more guards narrowing on her, she gave a false submission.
"We. . . (saying the first thing she could think of) travelled together" she replied heavily, acting of course.
Magnus wasn't convinced, "He said he rode with one called Sam"
Acting surprised, and putting on a shocked expression, "How do you know?" Kurina heard sarcasm but clearly male orcs were unaware of it. "He kept calling out, "Sam!" and repeatedly whined, "I need to find Sam"", Magnus had the characteristic male-orc ha-ha-I'm-smarter-than-you look, sheer triumph, but Firefly knew him well enough to move past that and keep trying to convince him. She looked sorrowfully around the red room and said quietly, "My real name is Samantha Firefly" Even Kurina gasped- for effect.
"You lie," he said harshly.
"You think I like the name? No! I rescued him from a band of your empty- headed orcs and took care of him in the wilderness"
Magnus shifted his weight to his other elbow and lent forward, in a quite serious voice he pressed on, "Why?"
"Because if your sorry "men" were looking for him, a defenceless (If he had been here Frodo would have called "Hey!") little (and "I'm tall for my age") creature (followed by "Hobbit!"), he must have some great worth and I felt sorry for him" the end of her explanation seemed to have worked.
"And you two travelled alone?"
She saw a flaw in her plan, the grey thing she had pummelled earlier would know the truth, Polus and his men got information on him, now what? Her stomach sunk but she kept her story straight.
"We travelled alone"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, up until we were both captured"
"But there are reports of the Gollum. Some say they saw him"
"He led him after you caught me"
"Very well. Polus is this Gollums word? I was informed you knew"
Polus looked at no one but Magnus, Firefly was preparing to run and looked at the others who understood the look she wore. Polus kept a straight face and said, "Yes"
"Very well"
Dismissing her, the others were taken into question and Polus escorted her to the tower again. When the two of them tiredly entered after the look haul up the stairs Firefly looked carefully at Polus,
"You lied for me and not only that . . ." she looked at the robust orc and finally began making sense of a few things, "You freed Frodo"
"I have not freed the hobbit, he hides in my quarters. You will escape with him, you and the elf"
"What!"