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A/N: Congrats to songelf88 and G.H.S. the warg for getting it right! The "widow-maker" is a modified version of the Iron Maiden!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Which is what I belive the "chokey" is based on as well, trishette. Here's chapter 5!
Frodo spent the next day or so in the same conditions. His next bout in the torture chamber slightly addled his brain. The lies, he believed, had been convincing. He uttered hisses and made his voice sound almost like Gollum's. The solitary orc he had been questioned by had brought a few of his friends this time; Frodo's lies became less and less convincing. Eventually they came to the subject of the Ring. They questioned him at great lengths about it. He attempted to feign ignorance, but they knew he knew. A red-hot iron had branded him just between his shoulder blades; it was so red and raw that it was a long time before he could fall into an uneasy sleep.
Frodo's dreams varied. His first was that the Eye itself was questioning him, burning his very flesh. He then returned to the Shire, to his tween years. He thought of Bilbo, and Bilbo's songs. He dreamt he heard a voice singing one of his favorites:
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.
Frodo tried to sing along as the voice repeated the words, but all he could utter was a squeak. Suddenly he woke up. He didn't know why. Then he realized that an orc was whipping him. He started screaming. He shrank against the far wall as the orc raised the whip to strike a second time- this time it would most certainly fall on his head. But the stroke never fell. What appeared to be a great warrior attacked the beast- it fell to the sword and stumbled down the hole in the floor. The warrior shrank into Sam. Sam! He was overjoyed. He and Sam talked about various things. Frodo could remember very little- the torture had addled his brain until he barely remembered his life outside of prison. He shuddered. "Sam, how did you manage to find me?"
"I'll tell of that later, once we're out of this dreadful place."
Frodo felt his spirits lifting, then he remembered and spoke. "Sam, they've got everything, everything! Do you understand? All I've got left is this rag I'm wearing and a few nibbles of lembas. The quest has failed."
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As Sam heard this, he remembered as well, "Well, Mister Frodo, they haven't got everything. I saved this," he responded and his hand haltingly lifted the Ring out. "It is so heavy; I know not how you bear it."
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Frodo was shocked and pleased. Sam had done his job well, trying to carry on the quest. Suddenly Sam turned into an orc. This had all been a trick! A very convincing one too. They must have known Sam was the only friend he had in these parts. "Give it to me, you filth." Frodo went mad with rage. How dare they taunt him like this? Surprisingly, the orc handed it over without a fight. As the Ring passed hands, a cloud lifted off Frodo's face. He saw Sam's shocked expression. This had been a trick- of the Ring's! "Sam! I'm so sorry. It's this blasted Ring! Before my eyes you turned into an orc and then changed back again. What have I done?"
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"It's all right, Mr. Frodo. I knew you didn't mean it," Sam replied as he wiped a tear from his eye. He was bewildered and slightly frightened. Why did his master have to bear this burden anyway? The answer came at once. He appointed himself.
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Sam was frightened. Frodo could tell just by looking at his hands. They were shaking, but then the stopped, as though Sam had resolved something. Sam quickly changed the subject. "Why, Mister Frodo, we've got to find you some clothes." Sam disappeared down the trapdoor, saying, "I'll call a password- Elbereth."
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Soon Frodo heard "Elbereth, Elbereth!" and opened the door. Sam came up. He brought back some clothes- orc clothes. Frodo was disgusted, but they would have to do. He put them on. Sam threw a cloak about Frodo, and another about himself. Now they looked like a pair of orcs. They each had a nibble of lembas, and climbed down the ladder.
A/N: That's it! I'll post another chapter soon. *hopefully* it will be up later tonight, or early tomorrow.
A/N: Congrats to songelf88 and G.H.S. the warg for getting it right! The "widow-maker" is a modified version of the Iron Maiden!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Which is what I belive the "chokey" is based on as well, trishette. Here's chapter 5!
Frodo spent the next day or so in the same conditions. His next bout in the torture chamber slightly addled his brain. The lies, he believed, had been convincing. He uttered hisses and made his voice sound almost like Gollum's. The solitary orc he had been questioned by had brought a few of his friends this time; Frodo's lies became less and less convincing. Eventually they came to the subject of the Ring. They questioned him at great lengths about it. He attempted to feign ignorance, but they knew he knew. A red-hot iron had branded him just between his shoulder blades; it was so red and raw that it was a long time before he could fall into an uneasy sleep.
Frodo's dreams varied. His first was that the Eye itself was questioning him, burning his very flesh. He then returned to the Shire, to his tween years. He thought of Bilbo, and Bilbo's songs. He dreamt he heard a voice singing one of his favorites:
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.
Frodo tried to sing along as the voice repeated the words, but all he could utter was a squeak. Suddenly he woke up. He didn't know why. Then he realized that an orc was whipping him. He started screaming. He shrank against the far wall as the orc raised the whip to strike a second time- this time it would most certainly fall on his head. But the stroke never fell. What appeared to be a great warrior attacked the beast- it fell to the sword and stumbled down the hole in the floor. The warrior shrank into Sam. Sam! He was overjoyed. He and Sam talked about various things. Frodo could remember very little- the torture had addled his brain until he barely remembered his life outside of prison. He shuddered. "Sam, how did you manage to find me?"
"I'll tell of that later, once we're out of this dreadful place."
Frodo felt his spirits lifting, then he remembered and spoke. "Sam, they've got everything, everything! Do you understand? All I've got left is this rag I'm wearing and a few nibbles of lembas. The quest has failed."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Sam heard this, he remembered as well, "Well, Mister Frodo, they haven't got everything. I saved this," he responded and his hand haltingly lifted the Ring out. "It is so heavy; I know not how you bear it."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Frodo was shocked and pleased. Sam had done his job well, trying to carry on the quest. Suddenly Sam turned into an orc. This had all been a trick! A very convincing one too. They must have known Sam was the only friend he had in these parts. "Give it to me, you filth." Frodo went mad with rage. How dare they taunt him like this? Surprisingly, the orc handed it over without a fight. As the Ring passed hands, a cloud lifted off Frodo's face. He saw Sam's shocked expression. This had been a trick- of the Ring's! "Sam! I'm so sorry. It's this blasted Ring! Before my eyes you turned into an orc and then changed back again. What have I done?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"It's all right, Mr. Frodo. I knew you didn't mean it," Sam replied as he wiped a tear from his eye. He was bewildered and slightly frightened. Why did his master have to bear this burden anyway? The answer came at once. He appointed himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sam was frightened. Frodo could tell just by looking at his hands. They were shaking, but then the stopped, as though Sam had resolved something. Sam quickly changed the subject. "Why, Mister Frodo, we've got to find you some clothes." Sam disappeared down the trapdoor, saying, "I'll call a password- Elbereth."
~*~*~*~*~
Soon Frodo heard "Elbereth, Elbereth!" and opened the door. Sam came up. He brought back some clothes- orc clothes. Frodo was disgusted, but they would have to do. He put them on. Sam threw a cloak about Frodo, and another about himself. Now they looked like a pair of orcs. They each had a nibble of lembas, and climbed down the ladder.
A/N: That's it! I'll post another chapter soon. *hopefully* it will be up later tonight, or early tomorrow.