A/N: OMG.I can't believe how long this update took!! Hopefully this chappie
will be longer!!! There is some violence in this chapter, just a little
warning. Not much, but enough. And after this chapter, I will not update
until I get at least 5 reviews from NEW people. (I wuv u Lili..you're my
only reviewer!!!)
Disclaimer: If I owned Lord of the Rings, would I be posting my stories on FanFiction.net? Didn't think so.
Chapter 3
When the light from a crack in the wall fell upon the face of the wizard coming down the stairs, Sadriethiel let out a small gasp. She knew who Saruman was, but she had never thought he would have anything to do with orcs or Uruk-hai. (she obviously wasn't LISTENING whenever the orcs mentioned the wizard..)
"We finally meet," he said, but Sadriethiel kept silent. "You have no idea how important you are to my plans. You know about the Ring of Power undoubtedly, but it is no longer needed to rule Middle-Earth. I have found something better," he paused for a moment before saying, "You." Sadri was confused and enraged at the same time. Did not the wizard know that an elf would not willingly succumb to evil? Apparently not.
"You will do this for me, won't you Sadriethiel?" Saruman asked.
"Never" replied Sadri through clenched teeth. "I will not be used for your evil schemes!"
"There are ways of making you change your mind," said Saruman. He snapped his fingers and an orc came down the stairs carrying a chain and a heavy wooden stick.. Saruman grabbed the stick while Sadri tried to back away without him noticing. She was unsuccessful. The orc came from behind her and before she was able to react, it had the chain around her neck and was attempting to choke her. She stuck her thumbs between the chain and her neck trying stop it, but to no avail, she could no longer breathe.
"How about now?" asked the wizard.
"N-no!" she struggled to speak. Using his free hand, Saruman smacked Sadri across the face, his (freakishly long) nails scraped at her fair skin.
"How about now, elf!" He could tell she was fighting a losing battle. She was beginning to lower to the ground and gasp for air. Sadri managed to choke out one last thing before she ran out of air.
"For the last time..NO," Saruman was not pleased with this. He took the stick and hit her hard over the head with it and her world went black. The orc took the chain away and the elf's limp body sprawled onto the floor.
"We will come back tomorrow to see if you've changed your mind," Said the wizard, (my, he is persistent!) then he turned to the orc and said, "Stay with her the night, make sure she doesn't try anything. I hear she attempted escape a few times already." The orc nodded and Saruman walked up the stairs and the door slammed loudly behind him.
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Pippin had fallen asleep on Legolas' shoulders and his head was resting on top the elf's. Legolas knew they weren't far from Isengard, for they had only stopped to rest for a couple of short hours. (No WONDER Pip is asleep!) If they kept going on at this speed, they could reach Isengard within a couple of hours. He reached up and lifted the hobbit slowly from his shoulders and set him down.
"Pippin, Pippin, wake up," he coaxed the hobbit, who simply groaned. "Here," Legolas pulled some fruit and mushrooms (SHROOMS!) out of his pack and dangled the them in front of Pippin. "I know you're hungry," he teased with a smile on his face. "Come on, eat some before we head out again." Pippin's eyes lit up at the sight of the mushrooms and didn't hesitate to take a few from Legolas. Looking up, the elf said quietly, "We shall reach Isengard by nightfall, Pippin. Think you can walk that much more?" Pippin nodded, his mouth too full of shrooms to say anything. After the two had rested for a bit, they got up and started on their trek again. After awhile, the sky got dark, but not from the clouds or the approaching night. It was from the smoke from Isengard. They were close, but still had to figure out how to get in unnoticed.
"Okay, Pippin, here's the plan," said Legolas, "we keep ourselves covered at all times with our cloaks and only move when I say, and only take a couple steps at a time. Got it?" As he said this though, he knew it would be near to impossible to get into the tower, but as long as they were in Isengard, there was a bit of little hope.
A/N: You're probably sitting at your computer thinking 'what the hell? There is NO freaking way that an elf and a hobbit can get into Isengard unnoticed!!! Crazy author!' Guess what? I knew that already!
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The next morning/afternoon (Sadriethiel couldn't tell which), Saruman came back down to her. Sadri hadn't let herself fall asleep at all during her time there, so she was quite tired. Despite her exaustion, she still wouldn't give in to Saruman.
"Think, elf, THINK..1,500 years ago.don't you remember?" questioned the wizard. Sadriethiel had purposely blocked the memories from then out of her mind, and now Saruman was forcing them back in.
**Flashback** "NOO!!!!" Sadri screamed and fell to her knees next to her dying father. He coughed and sputtered his last words. "Do not let them take it, whatever you do Sadriethiel, do not let him get a hold of it." With tears filling her eyes, Sadri clenched a small item and held it to her chest. "I will not father, I promise you this."
Standing up she grinned. "Fool." she said. Feeling that the fake tears and screaming made her more believable, she was proud of herself. "After all he's done to me, he thinks that I will do that for him?" Laughing, she walked over to an orc. "Take this to him," she said, handing it the small item that she had only seconds before promised to protect. (no people, it's NOT a ring. This will all start coming together in a couple of chapters, so be patient!!)
**End Flashback**
A/N: Sorry, this chapter kinda sucked, but I'm gonna leave ya'll with that, because I'm too lazy to any write more tonight. More coming soon, I PROMISE!!!!! And I promise, promise, PROMISE to get the next chappie of my other story up SUPER QUICK. Now click that little blue button..if you listen REALLY carefully, you can hear it saying 'Click on me! Click on me!' Give into the urge and just do it, it won't kill you, I swear. ~Halla
Disclaimer: If I owned Lord of the Rings, would I be posting my stories on FanFiction.net? Didn't think so.
Chapter 3
When the light from a crack in the wall fell upon the face of the wizard coming down the stairs, Sadriethiel let out a small gasp. She knew who Saruman was, but she had never thought he would have anything to do with orcs or Uruk-hai. (she obviously wasn't LISTENING whenever the orcs mentioned the wizard..)
"We finally meet," he said, but Sadriethiel kept silent. "You have no idea how important you are to my plans. You know about the Ring of Power undoubtedly, but it is no longer needed to rule Middle-Earth. I have found something better," he paused for a moment before saying, "You." Sadri was confused and enraged at the same time. Did not the wizard know that an elf would not willingly succumb to evil? Apparently not.
"You will do this for me, won't you Sadriethiel?" Saruman asked.
"Never" replied Sadri through clenched teeth. "I will not be used for your evil schemes!"
"There are ways of making you change your mind," said Saruman. He snapped his fingers and an orc came down the stairs carrying a chain and a heavy wooden stick.. Saruman grabbed the stick while Sadri tried to back away without him noticing. She was unsuccessful. The orc came from behind her and before she was able to react, it had the chain around her neck and was attempting to choke her. She stuck her thumbs between the chain and her neck trying stop it, but to no avail, she could no longer breathe.
"How about now?" asked the wizard.
"N-no!" she struggled to speak. Using his free hand, Saruman smacked Sadri across the face, his (freakishly long) nails scraped at her fair skin.
"How about now, elf!" He could tell she was fighting a losing battle. She was beginning to lower to the ground and gasp for air. Sadri managed to choke out one last thing before she ran out of air.
"For the last time..NO," Saruman was not pleased with this. He took the stick and hit her hard over the head with it and her world went black. The orc took the chain away and the elf's limp body sprawled onto the floor.
"We will come back tomorrow to see if you've changed your mind," Said the wizard, (my, he is persistent!) then he turned to the orc and said, "Stay with her the night, make sure she doesn't try anything. I hear she attempted escape a few times already." The orc nodded and Saruman walked up the stairs and the door slammed loudly behind him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Pippin had fallen asleep on Legolas' shoulders and his head was resting on top the elf's. Legolas knew they weren't far from Isengard, for they had only stopped to rest for a couple of short hours. (No WONDER Pip is asleep!) If they kept going on at this speed, they could reach Isengard within a couple of hours. He reached up and lifted the hobbit slowly from his shoulders and set him down.
"Pippin, Pippin, wake up," he coaxed the hobbit, who simply groaned. "Here," Legolas pulled some fruit and mushrooms (SHROOMS!) out of his pack and dangled the them in front of Pippin. "I know you're hungry," he teased with a smile on his face. "Come on, eat some before we head out again." Pippin's eyes lit up at the sight of the mushrooms and didn't hesitate to take a few from Legolas. Looking up, the elf said quietly, "We shall reach Isengard by nightfall, Pippin. Think you can walk that much more?" Pippin nodded, his mouth too full of shrooms to say anything. After the two had rested for a bit, they got up and started on their trek again. After awhile, the sky got dark, but not from the clouds or the approaching night. It was from the smoke from Isengard. They were close, but still had to figure out how to get in unnoticed.
"Okay, Pippin, here's the plan," said Legolas, "we keep ourselves covered at all times with our cloaks and only move when I say, and only take a couple steps at a time. Got it?" As he said this though, he knew it would be near to impossible to get into the tower, but as long as they were in Isengard, there was a bit of little hope.
A/N: You're probably sitting at your computer thinking 'what the hell? There is NO freaking way that an elf and a hobbit can get into Isengard unnoticed!!! Crazy author!' Guess what? I knew that already!
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The next morning/afternoon (Sadriethiel couldn't tell which), Saruman came back down to her. Sadri hadn't let herself fall asleep at all during her time there, so she was quite tired. Despite her exaustion, she still wouldn't give in to Saruman.
"Think, elf, THINK..1,500 years ago.don't you remember?" questioned the wizard. Sadriethiel had purposely blocked the memories from then out of her mind, and now Saruman was forcing them back in.
**Flashback** "NOO!!!!" Sadri screamed and fell to her knees next to her dying father. He coughed and sputtered his last words. "Do not let them take it, whatever you do Sadriethiel, do not let him get a hold of it." With tears filling her eyes, Sadri clenched a small item and held it to her chest. "I will not father, I promise you this."
Standing up she grinned. "Fool." she said. Feeling that the fake tears and screaming made her more believable, she was proud of herself. "After all he's done to me, he thinks that I will do that for him?" Laughing, she walked over to an orc. "Take this to him," she said, handing it the small item that she had only seconds before promised to protect. (no people, it's NOT a ring. This will all start coming together in a couple of chapters, so be patient!!)
**End Flashback**
A/N: Sorry, this chapter kinda sucked, but I'm gonna leave ya'll with that, because I'm too lazy to any write more tonight. More coming soon, I PROMISE!!!!! And I promise, promise, PROMISE to get the next chappie of my other story up SUPER QUICK. Now click that little blue button..if you listen REALLY carefully, you can hear it saying 'Click on me! Click on me!' Give into the urge and just do it, it won't kill you, I swear. ~Halla