Ch7 no hope of rest
Despite the fact that they knew that Fred was nowhere in the area Bob and Ned felt that they owed it to her to make absolutely sure, plus it was a way of making sure that they were doing something, even if it wasn't very much. They had searched quite a lot of forest by the time it was fully light. It had been hard working in the dark but they knew they couldn't wait until morning. Fred might have been just a few feet away, unable to talk but begging for someone to find her. Neither Bob or Ned could live with the knowledge that if they had just kept looking rather than going back to camp then Fred would be alive.
They had been looking frantically for almost an hour and they were starting to think that it was useless. They had sent the hobbits back to the camp to make sure it was safe, they were also afraid that Fred might return and if they were all away she wouldn't know where they were. That was the last thing they wanted. If only they could find her, they hoped she wasn't in pain or in too much trouble. Deep down they knew that it wasn't very likely that they would find her alive if a Ring Wraith got her. He would kill her instantly given the chance.
**
Aragorn had been walking all night and now the sun was coming up he was beginning to feel the tiredness creeping over his body. It was a terrible feeling but he couldn't fight it, he had already walked so far when they were in Middle Earth and this new place seemed to drain his energy. He had found nothing that could help him with finding the Fellowship, not one clue. He didn't even know where he was so how was he expected to find anyone else.
He came to a see-through building. It seemed dark inside but the light that filtered through the glass allowed him to see what was inside. There were beds. Lots of beds. The thought of lying down made Aragorn feel even more tired. If only he could get in he could get some rest, when he wasn't so tired he might have a chance of finding his friends. The only problem was there seemed to be no way to get in. He pressed his hand up against the glass, hoping it might give some insight as to how to get into the place, but nothing happened.
Aragorn walked around the side of the building wondering if there was some other way in, there must have been an entrance. He came to a door which was made of the same glass as the windows around the front.
Once more he tried to open it using his hand and once again nothing happened. He couldn't understand, there was obviously a way he just didn't know it. He pushed against the glass and nothing happened. He looked down and noticed a handle. He pushed down on it, nothing happened. He realised that it probably needed a key.
He didn't have a key, the beds looked so inviting that he was now determined to get inside. The sun was now fully up, he wondered what time it was. He quickly checked around him to make sure there was no one about and when he was sure he wasn't being watched he pushed hard against the glass. It shattered and sent glass flying all over the street as well as all over Aragorn. Without warning an alarm went off and lights started flashing all around him but instead of being scared Aragorn was curious about the lights, he found them strangely relaxing. He felt himself drifting off into a dream, a wonderful dream. The sounds of the alarms seemed to dull as he thought about his home. He closed his eyes and saw only shadows of the flashing lights. The sounds of people running soon came to his head and then shouts, angry people shouting. This last sound woke him from his daze, he realised he'd sunk to the floor and there was now a weapon pointed at his head.
The man with the weapon shouted at him to put his hands on his head, he slowly raised his hands from the floor. When they reached his belt he quickly drew his sword before the man could do anything about it. Aragorn swung round and knocked the weapon out of the man's hand. In doing so he slit the man's hand and almost cut it off. The man was forced back in pain and another took his place. By this time Aragorn was on his feet, he swung his sword around at the new person that had come up to him. Aragorn was about to cut the man's head off when he had a change of heart, it was hardly an equal match and it would be unfair. He changed direction of his sword just in time and his slashed the man's chest instead, disabling him but not killing him. Soon there were another ten people charging towards him. He soon knocked them all to the floor. They couldn't believe it, he was outnumbered but still he was winning.
Aragorn grabbed one of the men closest to him and pulled out his dagger and held it to the man's neck hoping the others would then call retreat. It worked just as he'd expected it to. He moved towards the door with the man in front of him. The other men followed him at a safe distance, keeping their weapons pointed at him. As Aragorn reached the door he let his hostage go. The men took the opportunity and shot at him. One of their strange arrows hit him in the shoulder and he fell to the ground still grasping his sword in his hand. He rolled over, pain overcoming him rapidly. He saw the men coming rushing towards him, then darkness took him. For this he was grateful, the pain was momentarily gone.
**
Bob and Ned were still looking for Fred and they had been looking for a long time, there had been so much ground to cover in the Forest, they knew they would never be able to cover that amount of space in a short time. After a while they decided that they should go back to the camp, they had to keep an eye on the Hobbits as well as making sure they weren't found. Ned thought it would be best if they took down the shelter, at least then they wouldn't be found. The last thing they wanted was a Wraith knowing they were there.
They walked back to the camp; the Hobbits were sat by the fire, piling new wood on it to keep it going, just as Ned had told them to. Sam was eating some warmed up leftovers from the night before, it wasn't much but they were grateful for them. Over at the shelter where Fred had been 'attacked' last night the small pony was eating leaves that lay on the ground. Even after what happened and how scared Fred was of the pony it was still very amusing. Especially Ned who found the whole thing unbelievable. Fred could be anywhere. This was a pretty good place and there were hundreds of places the Wraith could take her.
** Fred woke up. The darkness was all around her but the shapes were clearer than before, Fred was pretty sure that this wasn't unconsciousness or her home. She couldn't understand where she was though, nothing made sense. There was another thing that seemed strange to Fred, the smell was over powering. The heat made Fred uncomfortable but despite this she felt that familiar chill, there was something about this place that frightened her.
She noticed for the first time a strange flying sensation. She couldn't understand this as the last thing she remembered was a pony and a beautiful light that made her feel very happy. She wished the light had never left, she missed it so much. The movement of the thing she was on made her feel nauseous. The throbbing that had over powered her in the forest was coming back, this time with more force. The pain in her head was also returning she didn't know what had caused it but she guessed that it was the thing that snatched her. She was almost certain that it was a Ring Wraith. It would explain the strange flying sensation and the strong grip that held her.
She tried to move but she found that she couldn't, her body was completely paralysed and this scared her, the though of not being able to move terrified her. Fred tried to shout out but the noise made it so she couldn't scream.
Fred wondered if Ned and Bob were still looking for her, she remembered hearing their shouts asking where she was. She was angry at the time and just as she was about to shout back something grabbed her out of the blue. She tried to keep hold of the candle hoping that it would attract attention but when the Wraith grabbed her she dropped it, she had to use all her strength to try not to fall off of the horse. The Wraith didn't seem too bothered that Fred might have fallen off the horse, in fact, if Fred didn't know better she would say that the Wraith wasn't really after her. So far she wasn't even sure where she was and at that point in time she didn't really care. The black that had been swiftly getting closer to her had now almost obscured her vision, she was glad about this in a way, she didn't think she'd like what was out there. She had a strong feeling that it was something bad.
The Wraith seemed to be slowing down. Fred was concerned at this but she couldn't move although feeling was slowly returning to her body. She suddenly felt how incredibly cold it was here. Before she had been hot but as they moved towards the darkness the heat disappeared and it was replaced by the chill that Fred was used to in the winter. She wished she had worn a jacket or something although she didn't think it would do a whole lot of good out here. She wondered if Bob and Ned were okay, she hoped another Wraith hadn't caught them. Ned was used to heights, she often did a parachute jump or bungee jump or something that Bob and Fred thought was absolutely pointless. Bob wasn't keen on heights but she probably wouldn't find this as scary as Fred did.
All of these thoughts were going through her head, she was subconsciously trying to block out the terrible fear that shrouded her, the thought of being carried by a Wraith that was, to her, fictitious was almost too much to handle. She just hoped that they weren't going anywhere bad but she had a feeling that here wish wouldn't be granted. This wish was confirmed when the Wraith swept to the right, Fred caught a glimpse of where she was going and she didn't like what she saw. A deep red glow covered the land, a tall mountain rose high above the landscape, which was completely bare apart from a few battered and broken trees here and there. This horrific sight took Fred aback. She knew for certain that this wasn't on Earth, there was no place she ever heard of that looked this hostile. In the back of her mind was the fear that this had something to do with Lord of the Rings. She didn't know exactly but this looked a lot like Isenguard!
Fred went through her memory banks trying desperately to come up with another less disturbing suggestion. There wasn't one. She had read the books and answered enough questions for Ned; she knew this was bad yet something inside her still didn't want to believe it.
She couldn't understand why she would be taken to here she didn't know much about the place or the Ring. Fred was never really that good at answering questions about The Lord of the Rings anyway and most of them were simple like:
"What is the name of the river that runs through the Shire?"
But Fred was almost certain that they wouldn't really need that kind of information. She had nothing at all to offer them. She was just a girl, not even from Middle Earth why would a dark lord want her anyway; it just didn't make sense to her at all.
Whilst she was thinking about all this she noticed that they were slowly going down, this made Fred feel sick, she had never been good with heights and was even worse at coming down from them. She even felt ill when she stood on a stepladder. She wished she hadn't gotten so angry about a stupid little Shetland pony. If she had stayed where she was she would have probably found it funny by morning, but no she had to run away to prove a point. She couldn't believe she had been so stupid.
During this little argument with herself she noticed that the Ring Wraith had slowed down almost completely and that they weren't far from the ground. Slightly more feeling was coming back to her body now and once again she tried to sit up. It took a great deal of effort but she finally did it. He limbs still seemed stiff but the thought of looking over the edge of this thing only made the sensation worse. The Wraith was clearly landing now and Fred could see where. The tower of Orthanc loomed over the landscape. Fred couldn't believe what she was seeing, it was amazing. For an instant she forget her fear and thought about how much Ned would enjoy this. The feeling soon disappeared when she saw that they were actually going to land right new to the tower. The Wraith was still a few metres off the ground so Fred took advantage and looked around the place, the information might come in handy later on if she tried to escape. She couldn't believe what she was thinking; this was starting to turn into one of Ned's fanfictions.
The Wraith was now inches from the ground and was coming in to land right next to the entrance of the tower. Fred got a close up, she knew it would be big but this was amazing, even though she knew it was a bad place she couldn't help but silently congratulate its creators on their efforts, it was truly outstanding.
The Wraith had finally landed, to Fred this was a relief and she was glad the nightmare was finally over but as she was lifted off the back of the great beast that carried them she knew that the nightmare had only just begun.
Fred glanced up in awe at the tower, it was unbelievable. It didn't look anything like in the film which surprised Fred a bit, she couldn't really be sure though because so far nothing had seemed even remotely familiar. She stood there marvelling, she noticed that the Ring Wraith that had stolen her had now disappeared. She checked behind her just to make sure that he wasn't there but he was nowhere to be seen. Fred wondered if she had been set free although this seemed highly unlikely. She looked back at the tower as though it were calling her, she saw a figure coming from the gates of the tower. He was like a ghost, dressed completely in white, they flowed around him. Fred wanted so desperately to run but something held her there. As the figure got closer she saw the tall white staff that he carried. At the sight of this her blood ran cold, she could now guess who it was. It was Saruman. It sort of made sense now and she almost laughed at herself for thinking that it was a ghost.
The figure of the powerful Wizard stopped at the foot of the steps, Fred was unsure as to why he did this. He held out his free hand and chanted something in a language that Fred couldn't and didn't want to understand. She felt herself being drawn nearer to him. She didn't want to move but her legs just kept moving towards the old wizard. She wished she could stop but he had control over her. She finally reached him and she stopped right in front of him. This time it was him that moved towards her, he moved surprisingly gracefully for an evil Wizard that worked for the Dark Lord. Fred wondered if anyone would ever believe that this really happened and she was starting to doubt it herself.
Saruman had now reached her and was slowly walking around her as if to make sure there was nothing wrong with her. Suddenly Fred felt very self- conscious and wished he would stop doing it. After he had walked around her several times as if to satisfy him that she was who they wanted he faced her. His eyes seemed to penetrate her and she wished she could look away but something kept her facing him. He must have put some kind of spell on her. The Wizard looked like he was about to speak when he looked towards the sky as if it were talking to him. Fred couldn't understand what was going on and had given up trying. The White Wizard turned back to her and smiled.
"Your time has come my young friend. Now you will reveal all."
With this he turned away. Fred had no idea what this meant. She knew she didn't have anything to reveal, she didn't know anything. This was all so confusing. She wished Ned were with her, she knew a little more about this strange place that Fred did. Saruman had now disappeared into the tower and once more Fred was left standing alone outside. She took a step forward realising that the spell the Wizard had cast was now broken. She smiled slightly for no apparent reason, she was just glad he had gone, there was something chilling about his stare that made her feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Two previously unseen Orcs grabbed her from behind, their grip was so strong, she tried to fight her way from them but she wasn't nearly strong enough. She stopped when she realised that they were far too powerful for her and that it would probably be easier and far less painful if she did as she was told. She no longer tried to escape from their grip and followed them as they led her up the numerous steps to the tower gates.
The place was incredible; she had never even imagined anything like this. It was completely black and lit only by torches with small candles dotted around to provide enough light to see in the dingy corridors. The two Orcs took her to a huge wooden door that looked a lot like a prison. They opened it and roughly threw Fred in. She fell to the ground with surprising force and banged her head on the stone floor. She sat up and looked at the Orcs who cackled at the sight of blood running down the side of her face. One of them tried to lurch forward and get hold of her but the other one grabbed him and pulled him back, he shouted something in a foul language and Fred had a feeling that it was something bad about him.
She couldn't believe what was happening to her, she was being held in a prison cell in the tower of Orthanc, she was exhausted and frightened. The White Wizard was holding her captive and there was no apparent escape from this terrible place.
Fred searched the cell quickly and found a corner at the far end, not that it was very big; she curled up tight in the corner and shut her eyes to black out the horrors around her. For on the walls were skeletons of previous prisoners, some had been there just a few days and were just starting to rot and some were nothing more than bones. Fred hoped that she wouldn't end up like these people. She started to softly cry, this soon turned into a loud sob when she thought about where she was and what was going to happen to her. She wished that wonderful darkness would just take her and make all this be over.
Despite the fact that they knew that Fred was nowhere in the area Bob and Ned felt that they owed it to her to make absolutely sure, plus it was a way of making sure that they were doing something, even if it wasn't very much. They had searched quite a lot of forest by the time it was fully light. It had been hard working in the dark but they knew they couldn't wait until morning. Fred might have been just a few feet away, unable to talk but begging for someone to find her. Neither Bob or Ned could live with the knowledge that if they had just kept looking rather than going back to camp then Fred would be alive.
They had been looking frantically for almost an hour and they were starting to think that it was useless. They had sent the hobbits back to the camp to make sure it was safe, they were also afraid that Fred might return and if they were all away she wouldn't know where they were. That was the last thing they wanted. If only they could find her, they hoped she wasn't in pain or in too much trouble. Deep down they knew that it wasn't very likely that they would find her alive if a Ring Wraith got her. He would kill her instantly given the chance.
**
Aragorn had been walking all night and now the sun was coming up he was beginning to feel the tiredness creeping over his body. It was a terrible feeling but he couldn't fight it, he had already walked so far when they were in Middle Earth and this new place seemed to drain his energy. He had found nothing that could help him with finding the Fellowship, not one clue. He didn't even know where he was so how was he expected to find anyone else.
He came to a see-through building. It seemed dark inside but the light that filtered through the glass allowed him to see what was inside. There were beds. Lots of beds. The thought of lying down made Aragorn feel even more tired. If only he could get in he could get some rest, when he wasn't so tired he might have a chance of finding his friends. The only problem was there seemed to be no way to get in. He pressed his hand up against the glass, hoping it might give some insight as to how to get into the place, but nothing happened.
Aragorn walked around the side of the building wondering if there was some other way in, there must have been an entrance. He came to a door which was made of the same glass as the windows around the front.
Once more he tried to open it using his hand and once again nothing happened. He couldn't understand, there was obviously a way he just didn't know it. He pushed against the glass and nothing happened. He looked down and noticed a handle. He pushed down on it, nothing happened. He realised that it probably needed a key.
He didn't have a key, the beds looked so inviting that he was now determined to get inside. The sun was now fully up, he wondered what time it was. He quickly checked around him to make sure there was no one about and when he was sure he wasn't being watched he pushed hard against the glass. It shattered and sent glass flying all over the street as well as all over Aragorn. Without warning an alarm went off and lights started flashing all around him but instead of being scared Aragorn was curious about the lights, he found them strangely relaxing. He felt himself drifting off into a dream, a wonderful dream. The sounds of the alarms seemed to dull as he thought about his home. He closed his eyes and saw only shadows of the flashing lights. The sounds of people running soon came to his head and then shouts, angry people shouting. This last sound woke him from his daze, he realised he'd sunk to the floor and there was now a weapon pointed at his head.
The man with the weapon shouted at him to put his hands on his head, he slowly raised his hands from the floor. When they reached his belt he quickly drew his sword before the man could do anything about it. Aragorn swung round and knocked the weapon out of the man's hand. In doing so he slit the man's hand and almost cut it off. The man was forced back in pain and another took his place. By this time Aragorn was on his feet, he swung his sword around at the new person that had come up to him. Aragorn was about to cut the man's head off when he had a change of heart, it was hardly an equal match and it would be unfair. He changed direction of his sword just in time and his slashed the man's chest instead, disabling him but not killing him. Soon there were another ten people charging towards him. He soon knocked them all to the floor. They couldn't believe it, he was outnumbered but still he was winning.
Aragorn grabbed one of the men closest to him and pulled out his dagger and held it to the man's neck hoping the others would then call retreat. It worked just as he'd expected it to. He moved towards the door with the man in front of him. The other men followed him at a safe distance, keeping their weapons pointed at him. As Aragorn reached the door he let his hostage go. The men took the opportunity and shot at him. One of their strange arrows hit him in the shoulder and he fell to the ground still grasping his sword in his hand. He rolled over, pain overcoming him rapidly. He saw the men coming rushing towards him, then darkness took him. For this he was grateful, the pain was momentarily gone.
**
Bob and Ned were still looking for Fred and they had been looking for a long time, there had been so much ground to cover in the Forest, they knew they would never be able to cover that amount of space in a short time. After a while they decided that they should go back to the camp, they had to keep an eye on the Hobbits as well as making sure they weren't found. Ned thought it would be best if they took down the shelter, at least then they wouldn't be found. The last thing they wanted was a Wraith knowing they were there.
They walked back to the camp; the Hobbits were sat by the fire, piling new wood on it to keep it going, just as Ned had told them to. Sam was eating some warmed up leftovers from the night before, it wasn't much but they were grateful for them. Over at the shelter where Fred had been 'attacked' last night the small pony was eating leaves that lay on the ground. Even after what happened and how scared Fred was of the pony it was still very amusing. Especially Ned who found the whole thing unbelievable. Fred could be anywhere. This was a pretty good place and there were hundreds of places the Wraith could take her.
** Fred woke up. The darkness was all around her but the shapes were clearer than before, Fred was pretty sure that this wasn't unconsciousness or her home. She couldn't understand where she was though, nothing made sense. There was another thing that seemed strange to Fred, the smell was over powering. The heat made Fred uncomfortable but despite this she felt that familiar chill, there was something about this place that frightened her.
She noticed for the first time a strange flying sensation. She couldn't understand this as the last thing she remembered was a pony and a beautiful light that made her feel very happy. She wished the light had never left, she missed it so much. The movement of the thing she was on made her feel nauseous. The throbbing that had over powered her in the forest was coming back, this time with more force. The pain in her head was also returning she didn't know what had caused it but she guessed that it was the thing that snatched her. She was almost certain that it was a Ring Wraith. It would explain the strange flying sensation and the strong grip that held her.
She tried to move but she found that she couldn't, her body was completely paralysed and this scared her, the though of not being able to move terrified her. Fred tried to shout out but the noise made it so she couldn't scream.
Fred wondered if Ned and Bob were still looking for her, she remembered hearing their shouts asking where she was. She was angry at the time and just as she was about to shout back something grabbed her out of the blue. She tried to keep hold of the candle hoping that it would attract attention but when the Wraith grabbed her she dropped it, she had to use all her strength to try not to fall off of the horse. The Wraith didn't seem too bothered that Fred might have fallen off the horse, in fact, if Fred didn't know better she would say that the Wraith wasn't really after her. So far she wasn't even sure where she was and at that point in time she didn't really care. The black that had been swiftly getting closer to her had now almost obscured her vision, she was glad about this in a way, she didn't think she'd like what was out there. She had a strong feeling that it was something bad.
The Wraith seemed to be slowing down. Fred was concerned at this but she couldn't move although feeling was slowly returning to her body. She suddenly felt how incredibly cold it was here. Before she had been hot but as they moved towards the darkness the heat disappeared and it was replaced by the chill that Fred was used to in the winter. She wished she had worn a jacket or something although she didn't think it would do a whole lot of good out here. She wondered if Bob and Ned were okay, she hoped another Wraith hadn't caught them. Ned was used to heights, she often did a parachute jump or bungee jump or something that Bob and Fred thought was absolutely pointless. Bob wasn't keen on heights but she probably wouldn't find this as scary as Fred did.
All of these thoughts were going through her head, she was subconsciously trying to block out the terrible fear that shrouded her, the thought of being carried by a Wraith that was, to her, fictitious was almost too much to handle. She just hoped that they weren't going anywhere bad but she had a feeling that here wish wouldn't be granted. This wish was confirmed when the Wraith swept to the right, Fred caught a glimpse of where she was going and she didn't like what she saw. A deep red glow covered the land, a tall mountain rose high above the landscape, which was completely bare apart from a few battered and broken trees here and there. This horrific sight took Fred aback. She knew for certain that this wasn't on Earth, there was no place she ever heard of that looked this hostile. In the back of her mind was the fear that this had something to do with Lord of the Rings. She didn't know exactly but this looked a lot like Isenguard!
Fred went through her memory banks trying desperately to come up with another less disturbing suggestion. There wasn't one. She had read the books and answered enough questions for Ned; she knew this was bad yet something inside her still didn't want to believe it.
She couldn't understand why she would be taken to here she didn't know much about the place or the Ring. Fred was never really that good at answering questions about The Lord of the Rings anyway and most of them were simple like:
"What is the name of the river that runs through the Shire?"
But Fred was almost certain that they wouldn't really need that kind of information. She had nothing at all to offer them. She was just a girl, not even from Middle Earth why would a dark lord want her anyway; it just didn't make sense to her at all.
Whilst she was thinking about all this she noticed that they were slowly going down, this made Fred feel sick, she had never been good with heights and was even worse at coming down from them. She even felt ill when she stood on a stepladder. She wished she hadn't gotten so angry about a stupid little Shetland pony. If she had stayed where she was she would have probably found it funny by morning, but no she had to run away to prove a point. She couldn't believe she had been so stupid.
During this little argument with herself she noticed that the Ring Wraith had slowed down almost completely and that they weren't far from the ground. Slightly more feeling was coming back to her body now and once again she tried to sit up. It took a great deal of effort but she finally did it. He limbs still seemed stiff but the thought of looking over the edge of this thing only made the sensation worse. The Wraith was clearly landing now and Fred could see where. The tower of Orthanc loomed over the landscape. Fred couldn't believe what she was seeing, it was amazing. For an instant she forget her fear and thought about how much Ned would enjoy this. The feeling soon disappeared when she saw that they were actually going to land right new to the tower. The Wraith was still a few metres off the ground so Fred took advantage and looked around the place, the information might come in handy later on if she tried to escape. She couldn't believe what she was thinking; this was starting to turn into one of Ned's fanfictions.
The Wraith was now inches from the ground and was coming in to land right next to the entrance of the tower. Fred got a close up, she knew it would be big but this was amazing, even though she knew it was a bad place she couldn't help but silently congratulate its creators on their efforts, it was truly outstanding.
The Wraith had finally landed, to Fred this was a relief and she was glad the nightmare was finally over but as she was lifted off the back of the great beast that carried them she knew that the nightmare had only just begun.
Fred glanced up in awe at the tower, it was unbelievable. It didn't look anything like in the film which surprised Fred a bit, she couldn't really be sure though because so far nothing had seemed even remotely familiar. She stood there marvelling, she noticed that the Ring Wraith that had stolen her had now disappeared. She checked behind her just to make sure that he wasn't there but he was nowhere to be seen. Fred wondered if she had been set free although this seemed highly unlikely. She looked back at the tower as though it were calling her, she saw a figure coming from the gates of the tower. He was like a ghost, dressed completely in white, they flowed around him. Fred wanted so desperately to run but something held her there. As the figure got closer she saw the tall white staff that he carried. At the sight of this her blood ran cold, she could now guess who it was. It was Saruman. It sort of made sense now and she almost laughed at herself for thinking that it was a ghost.
The figure of the powerful Wizard stopped at the foot of the steps, Fred was unsure as to why he did this. He held out his free hand and chanted something in a language that Fred couldn't and didn't want to understand. She felt herself being drawn nearer to him. She didn't want to move but her legs just kept moving towards the old wizard. She wished she could stop but he had control over her. She finally reached him and she stopped right in front of him. This time it was him that moved towards her, he moved surprisingly gracefully for an evil Wizard that worked for the Dark Lord. Fred wondered if anyone would ever believe that this really happened and she was starting to doubt it herself.
Saruman had now reached her and was slowly walking around her as if to make sure there was nothing wrong with her. Suddenly Fred felt very self- conscious and wished he would stop doing it. After he had walked around her several times as if to satisfy him that she was who they wanted he faced her. His eyes seemed to penetrate her and she wished she could look away but something kept her facing him. He must have put some kind of spell on her. The Wizard looked like he was about to speak when he looked towards the sky as if it were talking to him. Fred couldn't understand what was going on and had given up trying. The White Wizard turned back to her and smiled.
"Your time has come my young friend. Now you will reveal all."
With this he turned away. Fred had no idea what this meant. She knew she didn't have anything to reveal, she didn't know anything. This was all so confusing. She wished Ned were with her, she knew a little more about this strange place that Fred did. Saruman had now disappeared into the tower and once more Fred was left standing alone outside. She took a step forward realising that the spell the Wizard had cast was now broken. She smiled slightly for no apparent reason, she was just glad he had gone, there was something chilling about his stare that made her feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Two previously unseen Orcs grabbed her from behind, their grip was so strong, she tried to fight her way from them but she wasn't nearly strong enough. She stopped when she realised that they were far too powerful for her and that it would probably be easier and far less painful if she did as she was told. She no longer tried to escape from their grip and followed them as they led her up the numerous steps to the tower gates.
The place was incredible; she had never even imagined anything like this. It was completely black and lit only by torches with small candles dotted around to provide enough light to see in the dingy corridors. The two Orcs took her to a huge wooden door that looked a lot like a prison. They opened it and roughly threw Fred in. She fell to the ground with surprising force and banged her head on the stone floor. She sat up and looked at the Orcs who cackled at the sight of blood running down the side of her face. One of them tried to lurch forward and get hold of her but the other one grabbed him and pulled him back, he shouted something in a foul language and Fred had a feeling that it was something bad about him.
She couldn't believe what was happening to her, she was being held in a prison cell in the tower of Orthanc, she was exhausted and frightened. The White Wizard was holding her captive and there was no apparent escape from this terrible place.
Fred searched the cell quickly and found a corner at the far end, not that it was very big; she curled up tight in the corner and shut her eyes to black out the horrors around her. For on the walls were skeletons of previous prisoners, some had been there just a few days and were just starting to rot and some were nothing more than bones. Fred hoped that she wouldn't end up like these people. She started to softly cry, this soon turned into a loud sob when she thought about where she was and what was going to happen to her. She wished that wonderful darkness would just take her and make all this be over.