Oh my god, I can't be in a better mood. It is around 9:45pm and Lord of the Rings is on and earlier today, Tomb Raider was on. Man, can this night get any better? And yes, I know there's another Tomb Raider coming out. July 31st. *Sigh* Cradle of Life. It looks really good. Right, well, hang tight for now since this is going to be a rather bumpy ride.. Well, for Lara anyway.
I felt myself get hit by the stone rock and it somehow pushed me along the wall of where I was falling. I opened my eyes, but to no use since the darkness still followed. Realising that my body was being crushed the further I fell, I reached out my arms again and tried to catch onto an outstretched rock from the inner wall. Though getting plenty of rocks, they would nip my hands. Was this a bottomless pit? It most definitely felt like one.
As my body started to relax, something came to my face and whipped me across my cheek. Startled, I looked around to see what it was and indeed it was a long vine that was being tossed around wildly. Grinning furiously, I reached out and grabbed it. Ignoring the burns against my palms, I held on tightly and finally stopped falling. The rock that had followed me quickly crashed into the wall and was gone.
Blowing away the strands of my hair I looked up. It was a long vine, and was probably there the whole while. Well, there was one way of finding out and I quickly began to climb, my legs slipping occasionally from being weary of walking, running and well, falling.
I tried my very best to stop thinking of the fellowship and how they must of felt from seeing me fall. And once I get to the top, where then will I go? They are probably all ready out of the mines, and a quick pang at my heart made me stop climbing and take in a deep intake of breaths.
Legolas.
I began climbing again, trying to fight back to tears stinging in the back of my throat. I couldn't bare being part with him, after all that we shared being at Mirkwood to being with the fellowship, and having the gut instinct that he had left the mines without me was unbearable.
They think you're dead.
I stopped climbing for a moment, but shook my head furiously and continued on.
Especially he.
"Get out of my mind." My throat was rough and it itched like hell.
Oh, but I'm always in your mind. You can never be parted with me.
I cringed as my hands released from the rope. Panicking, I quickly grabbed onto it again and swung there for a few moments. This voice was beginning to irritate me. Take a few breaths Lara, it is only your self conscious talking. After all, you nearly died! Clearing my throat, I climbed higher and higher, trying to rid myself of the pang of guilt and heartache growing in the back of my mind.
"Come on Lara." I cried, my arms getting extremely tired from climbing. I must have fallen a lot more than I thought.
Do it for Legolas. His beautiful face appeared in front of me, the vine an interpretation. Sighing with contentment, I closed my eyes and watched as his face twisted and blurred away. My eyes flew open and an Orc appeared in front of me, this time it wasn't in my imagination. I gasped as he grabbed onto my shirt and brought me off the vine and inside what appeared to be a tunnel inside the wall. He was rather strong for an Orc, and I fell against him. I was just too tired.
He took me further into the tunnel, fire lit on a stick providing him light. My bare arms were scarred by the jagged rocks as he continued to drag me. I tried to keep my eyes open but another wave of dizziness overwhelmed me and I let out a sigh from my lips. I suddenly couldn't feel anything and I wanted to sleep.
"Wake up," The harsh voice indeed woke me up and I looked up blankly as the incredibly ugly faces of Orcs surrounded me. "And put thees on, or yee be throwned in dungeon."
I groaned and rolled my numb body over, feeling the the light weight on my back taken off. My eyes flew fully opened as the Orcs seized me by my arms and threw me onto my feet. Panicking, I tried to open my left eye but it must of been swollen since it pained me to even touch it. Turning to the Orc that I remembered picking me off the vine, I growled.
"Where is my bag?" I hissed.
The Orc holding me kicked my legs and I fell on my knees. He kicked me the second time I asked, and this time I felt a very short energy gather in arms and I threw back my elbow in his face. I felt him release me and double over in a yelping pain, as the other Orcs laughed and tackled me until they had my hands and feet bounded together.
"Was the kick noot enough for yee?" The Orc barked, shoving me forwards so that I rolled away. Barks of laughter followed soon after and I bit down on my lip hard, tasting my blood and liking it. "Get the bitch oop, and take yee to master." The Orcs hurried over to me and lifted me up, their rough skin bothering my already batted skin.
"Is this her?" Someone barked.
My eyes opened wearily. I can not believe I've fallen asleep yet again, and come to think of it, maybe it's better. That way, these Orcs can do whatever they want to me as I sleep, and not feel the pain, and gain my energy back so I can kick the bloody hell out of all of them. And who the hell is this master they keep talking about?
Ah-ha. I could feel my fingers behind my back and I spit out a mouthful of my hair from my mouth. I couldn't get the ropes untied like I usually could and laid back in a helpless pose. I must look a mess since I felt like it. I heard my captures talking to one another in what appeared to be their language and squeezed my eyes shut, giving the rope another try.
"She eez a handful." I quickly stopped and opened my eyes.
Orcs, about a dozen or so stood above me all different shaped and ugly. When they saw that I had opened my eyes they started to chatter in their language again, pointing and glaring at me while I tried to untie the rope around my wrists. Oh, this was hopeless. I didn't have time to try again since I was lifted on my feet and when my knees buckled they kicked me and pushed me forwards. I glared at my holders and turned my head slightly around to the Orc they were addressing as their master. I smirked, watching as the runway in front of me quickly was lit by a torch on the side of the wall and an Orc, larger than them all, sat in a throne and looked at me angrily. My smirk softened when I noticed what he held.
"My bag!" I breathed.
"Your bag, or my bag?" It laughed, throwing back its head. "I found some interesting things in here."
"They don't belong to you." I growled, feeling the strength in my fingers again. I wiggled them a little before getting pushed forwards so I could get a better look at the Orc in front of me, my bag nestled in his lap.
"And what will you do if I do not give it back?" He barked, reaching out and grabbing me by my neck. "I do not like you human, you smell of death and you bring great power with you. Power I am going to take back to my master."
"A master even has a master?" I raised a brow as his grip tightened on my neck.
"Silence!" He shouted, shaking me rather roughly and my eyes widened. My ropes were slipping! I snapped at him a couple of more times and he continued to shake me, and the ropes around my wrist loosened and slowly slipped from them. A pain welled there but I paid no heed and with a deep breath, I swung my arm around and snapped it across his neck. His hand released my neck and he fell back against his throne in pain.
"Hmm." I rubbed my sore wrists and whirled around and watched as the Orcs advanced on me. I threw back my head and laughed, leaning my hands out in front of me and flipping over them, landing a few feet away. An Orc behind a corner snatched me by my waist but I elbowed him, pushing the bloody thing off, and then taking his neck and snapping it in half.
"Get her!" The master shouted gruffly, and they did as he bid, rather cautiously actually.
I laughed again as I side kicked an Orc in his neck, snapping it under my boot and swirling around so that my elbow met an Orc in his face. I pulled my elbow out of its eye and flipped him over my back. An Orc grabbed me by my braid as I went to attack another and flipped me over his backside. I hit the side of the, what I figured was a Hall, and shook my dizziness away. My braid. My eyes widened and I touched my hair. It- It was missing!
"You bloody fucking thing!" I cried, charging at him and punching him across his face. "You tore my fucking braid off, you stupid bastard!" I grabbed him by the neck and rammed him into the wall, banging him into it until his back cracked and his body fell limp against my hold. Breathing heavily, I dropped him roughly on the ground and turned to the others. I softened a bit when they were backing up away from me cautiously. I shook my head and touched the new cut forming around my eyebrow. Then I froze, looking back over their shoulders.
A light formed there. The same light from the chasms, both a flaming red and orange. The Orcs cried out and when they noticed this they charged at me, running down the Hall and out into the darkness. I turned my head sharply around as their master remained cowered on the floor of his throne, clutching his neck in what seemed to be pain.
Gritting my teeth, I limped forwards towards him and shook my head sadly.
"I'm sorry this had to be this way," I stooped down so I came face to face with him. "But I'm taking my bag back."
He clutched my bag closer to his chest. "Never. You hold what my master needs."
I pouted, tapping him on his sore shoulder. He cried out in pain. "Yes, he might need it but do tell your master that he would have to come to me if he would like a gander. But I am not promising him anything, so you tell him that. Understand?" He gave me a look and the light behind him brightened.
"I can not see my master, he is too sacred." His voice was short of breath.
"Then I guess you will have to die." I grabbed the arm that held my bag and pulled it towards me, snapping it off his shoulders. Black blood oozed through the gap in his shoulder, dripping down onto the floor like ink when a pen explodes. He did not seem to understand what had happened and he let the bag drop onto his lap. Smiling grimly as he begun to scream, I took my bag and stood, giving him one last look before kicking his neck and snapping it in half. "I am still mad, do not get me wrong." Sighing from the pain in my legs, I turned to the light.
I walked forwards a bit steadily, not wanting to get another wave of dizziness and suddenly stopped. The light was moving towards the Hall, the holes in the back of the Hall gleaming in flames and warming up the place. What was going on? Not wanting to leave my bag alone, I heaved it over my back and took a step forwards before stopping again and shielding my eyes from the flames. Then I heard a man's voice shouting among the falling of flames and I took a look again and hesitated, but walked over to the edge of the Hall and peered over the extremely warm walls.
The fire demon was falling down the long, deep fall of the mines. Its cries were the sounds of flames and what appeared to be a man's shout. I shook my head, glad that it was going away and looked up. My eyes widened at what I saw. Legolas and Aragorn stood there, looking over where the demon had obviously fallen and paid my shouts no attention.
"Bloody hell!" I rammed my fist against the burning wall and did not care that it burned my skin. "How the hell am I going to get up there?" As though answering me, an arrow shot past my head and nearly nipped my cheek if I hadn't moved it. My head shot up again and I saw goblins with bows in their arms, letting arrows shoot at me carelessly. Rolling my eyes, I pushed myself from the edge and looked out at something I could use to get me up.
Oh, but I was so tired. I was suddenly lost of breath and I leaned against the batted throne and rested my head against the soft fabric of the armrest. Contemplating your next move in a hundred degree temperature wasn't all that cracked up to be and my mind was swirling. I wish my trip to Middle Earth would end all ready.
My hands were shaking uncontrollably, my arms and legs were extremely tired and the side of my head was bleeding rather badly. No. I mustn't fade now. I must get to where Legolas and Aragorn were standing and I must catch up with them. Opening my eyes, I walked back to the edge and realised that the sun light was seeping through where the two stood, lighting up the place and making the goblins cry out in surprise.
"They don't like the sunlight." I whispered, feeling my chance take its place. "Hmm."
I would have to climb the rocks like I would when mountain climbing. I mean, they were the identical to the ones I would use to go rock climbing in the mountains of New Zealand, and I did not need my equipment. After all, I did just kill a set of Orcs. Smiling at my good nature humor, I observed the long gap between the opposite side of the wall and the one I stood above.
If I wasn't so bloody tired, I wouldn't be delaying so!
All right Lara, I scolded myself, grab onto the wall and climb over to where that bridge stands. Yes. That's what I'll do. Smiling now, I swung myself on the wall and easily grabbed onto four pair of rocks for my feet and my hands. Getting the right feel, I begun to climb, the bridge getting closer and closer the more I climbed and the more my heart felt lifted.
I was going to be united with the fellowship, once again, and maybe this time I'll have Gandalf tell me about Gollum.
I slapped my palms against the flat surface above me, clutching at the edge and furiously heaving myself on top of it. I slumped to the ground, breathing heavy and trying to gain my strength to cross the bridge. Ah! I shoved myself away from the edge as an arrow was fired at me, and followed by a goblin's cry of defeat.
"Can't you just stop firing at me all together?" I said, rubbing my temple. "I'm going to leave anyway!"
Frowning, I leaned back as another arrow was fired and growled impatiently. The bridge was right there and all I had to was get a good run and just go. Something on the bridge caught my eye and I saw one of the Goblin's arrow fire and smashed into the already crumbled stone. The bridge shook violently and few pieces of the stone collapsed.
"No." I said, clutching my gut from the blood easing out of a wound. "All right."
I closed my eyes and laid my hands firmly together, the blood on my palm dripping down my arm and when I was able to hear it drop on the ground below, I laid my hands down and ran forwards. My eyes were large and I tensed my jaw when the bridge drew closer, and as I stepped foot on top of it, it crumbled and I leaped forwards as it begun to collapse. Soaring through the air, I cringed as the other end came near and I tumbled against it roughly.
I rolled on my back and flipped myself up. The bridge was completely going to shatter. Turning my head around sharply, I saw the Orcs from before waving their weapons in the air and shouting. The Goblins kept firing arrow after arrow at me, but I seemingly ducked before getting struck and kicked myself from the bridge and onto the flat surface of the opposite wall clearing. Smiling, I turned the corner sharply and climbed the small amount of steps and tumbled outside into the snow of the mountain. I was finally free.