A/N: I was originally going to write this first part in Sadri's POV.but I
thought about it, and maybe it would be better if I didn't.
Legolas: Maybe the readers would've liked it better in Sadri's POV..
Me: -.- shut up Leggy.
Disclaimer: See previous chapter
Chapter 2
Sadri saw Merry get struck with the arrow, and then fall to the ground. From behind her, an orc came and smashed her over the head with a rock. The blow sent her falling backwards, but it wasn't enough to render her unconscious. The orcs bound her hands with a coarse rope. She was too weak to fight back, even if she had tried.
Sadri looked up and saw Legolas, standing near the foot of the hill, looking towards her with great sorrow. It was then she noticed his quiver was empty. Otherwise, she knew, he would have shot at the orcs. There were too many of them, he wouldn't have been able to fight them all off by himself. 'Let them take me,' she thought, 'I haven't been useful in this Fellowship anyway. It won't matter that I'm gone. Walk away, Legolas, walk away and forget about me.' Obviously, Legolas could not read her mind, and he started towards the orcs. Sadri tried to give some sign that she was still conscious and that she could get out herself, eventually. But, just then she was lifted, none too gently, and thrown over the shoulder of an orc. Sadri looked up at Legolas and moved her hands around so he could see she was still awake. He gave a slight nod, and backed off a little bit, reluctantly. The orcs had already turned onto a different path and then Legolas was out of view. Sadri could then hear him talking to Pippin, which comforted her. The orcs continued walking, and after a few hours, Sadri feel into an uneasy sleep.
Sadri was awoken when she was thrown onto the hard ground. Her hands were unbound, but then rebound behind her back. She was pushed towards a tree, where the excess rope from behind her back was slung and tied over a branch high above her reach.
"You won't be going anywhere soon, elf," a random orc hissed. Then it turned to another and said, "if we keep going at this pace, we'll likely reach Isengard late tomorrow afternoon." 'Isengard?' Sadri thought. 'What's in Isengard?' (A/N: She doesn't know about Saruman yet, but oh, she will...) The next day and a half were a blur to her; being switched from orc to orc and slipping in and out of consciousness. At about noon the next day, the orcs forced her to walk. Sadri was slightly relieved to be let down. Orcs are not too gentle with people they dislike.
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"Come Pippin!" shouted Legolas who was some yards ahead of the small hobbit. Then he stopped and turned around. "I am sorry to rush you, I have forgotten you cannot go long at this pace. Perhaps you would like a rest?"
"No, it's okay, I can go on," Pippin replied between heavy breaths. "I was just thinking."
"About what?" asked Legolas who walked up to the hobbit and kneeled so they were at eye level.
"Things like.how do we know where the orcs are headed? And why is Sadri so important to them? And then," he started to stutter, "I-I started to think about.Merry." Then Pippin's eyes started to get teary. Legolas then did something he normally would never do. He hugged Pippin. (This isn't slash, so it's not that kind of hug.)
"It's okay, Pippin," he started, "it's okay to cry. Let it all out." And that is just what Pippin did, though careful to be quiet. Legolas stood up and said, "We are on a plain now, if you wish, I could carry you on my shoulders. Pippin nodded and the elf lifted him up. (That is waaaay out of character for Legolas, but don't hate me for it!!) "To answer you thought-questions, Pippin, as the orcs were leaving, I heard one mumble "Saruman" and they were heading West. Putting that together, I believe they are going to Isengard. But what Saruman would want with Sadriethiel is beyond me.
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It was as the orcs thought. Late afternoon on the second day of their travels, they approached Isengard. As they came closer to the tower of Orthanc, most of the orcs drifted away and began doing other things. Soon it was only two Uruk-hai and Sadriethiel. She had already unsuccessfully tried to escape twice, so she was being closely watched. As they came to the steps of the tower, each Uruk-hai grabbed each of the elf's arms and she was then practically dragged up the stairs. The two Uruk-hai took her to what can only be described as the dungeon. It was a large room at the bottom of a flight of stairs. When they got to the door at the top of the stairs, one of the Uruks said "Saruman will see you shortly. You might want to sit down there and enjoy your last pleasant moments of life." With that, the other Uruk pushed Sadri down the stairs. Before slamming the heavy, iron door, it said with a laugh, "For an elf, you certainly aren't as graceful as you all make yourselves out to be." Then she heard the two walk away laughing at the joke. Sadri stood up and examined herself. She wasn't badly hurt, mainly bumps and bruises. But, she did have a large gash on her forehead that she was a little uncomfortable with. Aside from that, she was perfectly fine. Despite the fact that she hadn't eaten in two whole days, Sadri ignored the fact that she probably still had lembas in her pockets. 'I can get out of here.' She thought, 'it shouldn't prove too difficult. These are orcs we are talking about!' Reaching for he sword, she realized that she had dropped it earlier while in battle. Next she reached for her elven daggers, but those too were gone. They must have been taken in her sleep because the belt wasn't even there. A sudden noise at the top of the staircase took her away from her thoughts. A dark figure slowly came down the steps.
A/N: AHHHHHHH!!!!! This chapter is so short!! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!! I just have the biggest headache right now and I can't type anymore or my brain will explode. Legolas: ^_^ let's hope it does anyway! Me: . I hate you..
Disclaimer: See previous chapter
Chapter 2
Sadri saw Merry get struck with the arrow, and then fall to the ground. From behind her, an orc came and smashed her over the head with a rock. The blow sent her falling backwards, but it wasn't enough to render her unconscious. The orcs bound her hands with a coarse rope. She was too weak to fight back, even if she had tried.
Sadri looked up and saw Legolas, standing near the foot of the hill, looking towards her with great sorrow. It was then she noticed his quiver was empty. Otherwise, she knew, he would have shot at the orcs. There were too many of them, he wouldn't have been able to fight them all off by himself. 'Let them take me,' she thought, 'I haven't been useful in this Fellowship anyway. It won't matter that I'm gone. Walk away, Legolas, walk away and forget about me.' Obviously, Legolas could not read her mind, and he started towards the orcs. Sadri tried to give some sign that she was still conscious and that she could get out herself, eventually. But, just then she was lifted, none too gently, and thrown over the shoulder of an orc. Sadri looked up at Legolas and moved her hands around so he could see she was still awake. He gave a slight nod, and backed off a little bit, reluctantly. The orcs had already turned onto a different path and then Legolas was out of view. Sadri could then hear him talking to Pippin, which comforted her. The orcs continued walking, and after a few hours, Sadri feel into an uneasy sleep.
Sadri was awoken when she was thrown onto the hard ground. Her hands were unbound, but then rebound behind her back. She was pushed towards a tree, where the excess rope from behind her back was slung and tied over a branch high above her reach.
"You won't be going anywhere soon, elf," a random orc hissed. Then it turned to another and said, "if we keep going at this pace, we'll likely reach Isengard late tomorrow afternoon." 'Isengard?' Sadri thought. 'What's in Isengard?' (A/N: She doesn't know about Saruman yet, but oh, she will...) The next day and a half were a blur to her; being switched from orc to orc and slipping in and out of consciousness. At about noon the next day, the orcs forced her to walk. Sadri was slightly relieved to be let down. Orcs are not too gentle with people they dislike.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Come Pippin!" shouted Legolas who was some yards ahead of the small hobbit. Then he stopped and turned around. "I am sorry to rush you, I have forgotten you cannot go long at this pace. Perhaps you would like a rest?"
"No, it's okay, I can go on," Pippin replied between heavy breaths. "I was just thinking."
"About what?" asked Legolas who walked up to the hobbit and kneeled so they were at eye level.
"Things like.how do we know where the orcs are headed? And why is Sadri so important to them? And then," he started to stutter, "I-I started to think about.Merry." Then Pippin's eyes started to get teary. Legolas then did something he normally would never do. He hugged Pippin. (This isn't slash, so it's not that kind of hug.)
"It's okay, Pippin," he started, "it's okay to cry. Let it all out." And that is just what Pippin did, though careful to be quiet. Legolas stood up and said, "We are on a plain now, if you wish, I could carry you on my shoulders. Pippin nodded and the elf lifted him up. (That is waaaay out of character for Legolas, but don't hate me for it!!) "To answer you thought-questions, Pippin, as the orcs were leaving, I heard one mumble "Saruman" and they were heading West. Putting that together, I believe they are going to Isengard. But what Saruman would want with Sadriethiel is beyond me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was as the orcs thought. Late afternoon on the second day of their travels, they approached Isengard. As they came closer to the tower of Orthanc, most of the orcs drifted away and began doing other things. Soon it was only two Uruk-hai and Sadriethiel. She had already unsuccessfully tried to escape twice, so she was being closely watched. As they came to the steps of the tower, each Uruk-hai grabbed each of the elf's arms and she was then practically dragged up the stairs. The two Uruk-hai took her to what can only be described as the dungeon. It was a large room at the bottom of a flight of stairs. When they got to the door at the top of the stairs, one of the Uruks said "Saruman will see you shortly. You might want to sit down there and enjoy your last pleasant moments of life." With that, the other Uruk pushed Sadri down the stairs. Before slamming the heavy, iron door, it said with a laugh, "For an elf, you certainly aren't as graceful as you all make yourselves out to be." Then she heard the two walk away laughing at the joke. Sadri stood up and examined herself. She wasn't badly hurt, mainly bumps and bruises. But, she did have a large gash on her forehead that she was a little uncomfortable with. Aside from that, she was perfectly fine. Despite the fact that she hadn't eaten in two whole days, Sadri ignored the fact that she probably still had lembas in her pockets. 'I can get out of here.' She thought, 'it shouldn't prove too difficult. These are orcs we are talking about!' Reaching for he sword, she realized that she had dropped it earlier while in battle. Next she reached for her elven daggers, but those too were gone. They must have been taken in her sleep because the belt wasn't even there. A sudden noise at the top of the staircase took her away from her thoughts. A dark figure slowly came down the steps.
A/N: AHHHHHHH!!!!! This chapter is so short!! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!! I just have the biggest headache right now and I can't type anymore or my brain will explode. Legolas: ^_^ let's hope it does anyway! Me: . I hate you..