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A/N: A bit of a clichéd kidnapping here, sorry.
Ch 13 captured
The man slowly admired his work with Ned; he seemed pleased that the mutilation had gone so smoothly. Now it was time to work on Bob, he was going to enjoy cutting her she looked like a screamer. He had been a little confused before when she had said the word Fred. He didn't know who that was and he didn't particularly care. These four were trespassing on his land and they had to be punished.
Bob was desperately working on her bonds, she wanted to help Ned she could feel the warm blood on her back although she didn't know the extent of Ned's injuries. All she knew was that her friend had been screaming when he cut her. Now though everything was silent, she hadn't heard anything from Ned for a while and she was beginning to get worried, she would need her friend if she was going to escape.
The man walked over to her this time and she renewed her attempts at getting free.
"Who are you and what do you want from us?" She shouted trying to stall the man so she could get free.
"My name's Frank and I don't want people like you coming on my land. What would you like to talk about now? The weather?"
He gave a gruff laugh at his own joke but it soon passed and he came towards Bob with the same knife, still covered in Ned's blood. Bob was no where near getting her hands undone and she knew that she couldn't get free soon enough. Suddenly she felt Ned grab her hand from behind and she started working at the ropes. Bob rapidly felt them getting looser; at least she had a chance now.
The knife was right next to her now and she still felt Fred's pain as well, it was almost too much for her. The knife came down on her and cut her arm, she screamed in pain. At this Frank grinned, he was right she was a screamer.
Just as Frank went to stab Bob again a small yell came from the corner where Frodo and Sam had been tied up. Frodo was throwing himself towards Frank, he had somehow gotten free. Bob realised that Ned had stopped helping her and realised that she was probably unconscious or in a lot of pain. Bob started working at the ropes once again and they were so close to coming off, Bob was beginning to get a little frustrated.
Meanwhile, Frodo was almost on top of Frank who was just stood there, too startled to do anything. He couldn't believe that this tiny little person could be so brave. Frodo pounced on him and knocked the knife out of his hand and onto the floor.
Both of them fell to the ground and Frank hit his head so hard that the others heard the crack and a small pool of blood formed on the floor. He was unconscious now but so was Frodo, he too had been knocked to the floor.
Sam was shouting to his master in an attempt to wake him up before Frank awoke. He had been against Frodo's plan from the beginning. Now he really regretted it.
Bob was almost free, she tugged once more at the ropes and felt them give way, she gave a quick sigh of relief and then looked round and saw the blood that covered Ned. This alarmed her, how much had Frank hurt her? She rapidly untied her friend's ropes and checked her over.
Ned had a gash in her shoulder and a few more cuts and bruises, she looked asleep but she soon woke up when Bob called her name loudly.
"Are you okay?" Bob asked.
"What kind of stupid question is that?" Ned nearly laughed.
Bob responded with a short laugh, mostly to humour her friend in her weakened state. Ned suddenly looked up and shouted to Bob something about Frank.
He was now awake and was going for the knife that lay on the floor, Bob looked quickly at it and then dived forwards, determined to get there before Frank did. Both of them were going for the knife. Frank by now had a crazed look on his face, as if he was going to kill all of them and this wasn't far from the truth.
Bob took one last dive forward and reached the knife seconds before Frank crashed to the ground. Bob bent down and instantly slit his throat. At first it didn't look like he was dead but then he fell to the ground and a steady stream of blood flowed from his neck. Bob looked down at the bloodied knife. She couldn't believe what she'd just done, this wasn't like her at all, she'd never done anything like this before.
She let the knife fall to the floor and looked at the blood on her hands. She was surprised at how unsympathetic for Frank she felt. However, he was a cold-blooded murderer.
She looked over at Ned who looked to be in complete shock at what she'd just done, no, it was more amazement. She didn't know that the quiet Bob had it in her to kill someone.
"You did the right thing Bob. He would have killed you. You know that. Bob?"
Ned felt that Bob needed a little reassurance; she had just killed someone, which was more than she could ever do.
Bob nodded and walked over to Frodo who groaned when Bob helped him up, he had a cut on his head where he fell but apart from that he looked fine. They both walked over to Ned once more and asked her repeatedly if she was all right. After a little while a scream came from the corner where Sam was still tied up. Something had scared him and instantly the other three feared the worst.
Bob ran over to him and shouted at him to tell her what he had seen. He nodded over to the corner, Bob walked cautiously but curiously over to the dark place he had pointed to. She saw something move and retreated for a while. She drew up the courage to see what it was.
In the darkness a small snuffling nose appeared, followed by a small head. Bob smiled at the creature. It was a small red squirrel, not very big but looking quite bold for its size. She slowly moved forward and it backed away but soon realised that Bob was a friend. It went over to her and sniffed her feet as if in search of food.
Bob laughed, not just at the boldness of the little squirrel but also at the thought of Sam being scared by something so small.
Frodo had been untying Sam's bonds and now Sam was sat with his arms crossed in annoyance that Bob was making fun of him. It wasn't his fault that he had a fear of small rodents.
The little squirrel climbed swiftly up Bob's leg and went onto her shoulder, despite everything that had just happened most of the group laughed at the animal's actions. All but Sam who was still sulking.
"I think I'll call it . Percy. Percy the squirrel." Bob said proud that she'd found a new friend.
They now looked at the body of Frank that lay lifeless on the floor surrounded in a pool of blood. They had to do something with it, they knew that they couldn't just leave it, someone might find it. Bob didn't want to be jailed for murder.
Ned was still sat on the chair where Frodo was trying to stop the bleeding although he wasn't doing a very good job. Ned insisted in telling him everything that he was doing wrong. Bob had wanted to help her but she had insisted that Bob took care of the body; she had almost demanded that Bob take care of it. Bob really didn't see what the problem was. No one was going to find them out there and even if someone did they wouldn't know that it was them.
Ned's bleeding was almost stopped and Frodo carefully placed a handkerchief that someone had given him. Frodo had tried his best but Ned still looked very pale and Frodo and Bob knew that she had lost a lot of blood from the knife wound. They didn't know how deep the wound was but they knew it was bad and they didn't have to tell Ned that. They didn't know if she would be all right and they knew that she knew how bad it was.
"Where are we going to do with the body?" Asked Bob.
"I don't know. What do you usually do with a dead body?"
"How am I supposed to know? I've never had to deal with a body before." Bob laughed.
"This is no laughing matter Bob. We have to do something with that body."
"What?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe we should bury it." Asked Frodo.
The others looked blankly for a moment and then looked back towards the body. It wasn't the ideal solution but it was better than nothing, it would destroy the evidence. They all looked once more at the body and agreed that burying it wasn't the best thing to do. It would take them forever and they could be seen by a Wraith.
"I think we should just hide it and hope that no one finds it." Ned told them.
They finally all agreed to this and they walked over to the body. Ned went to get up but found herself suddenly feeling incredibly light-headed. She sat back down and looked over to the other two. Bob went over to her and held her hand.
"Don't worry, we'll hide the body. You just keep still. It'll be fine, I promise."
Bob tried to sound reassuring but she knew that Ned could see right through he act, she had been reading a lot of philosophy books lately and now nothing could get past her. All the same she nodded at Bob in appreciation of her reassurance.
Ned sat back in the chair and winced as a wave of sharp pain shot through her. She felt so tired. Maybe if she went to sleep just for a minute.
**
The ambulance pulled up to the doors of the hospital with the three members of the Fellowship, Merry, Pippin and Legolas inside. They had finally reached the hospital although the journey seemed to go on forever. The paramedic kept asking questions about what they were doing there and they had no way to answer him.
Pippin was still shivering despite the paramedic's efforts to help him keep warm. Legolas had also tried to help but did little good and only succeeded in getting in the medic's way.
Merry just sat on the other side of the ambulance trying not to attract attention to himself but every now and then casting a worried gaze across to Pippin. He couldn't help but think that all this had been his own fault. If only he'd stopped the woman, he knew she was dangerous but he had never made his suspicions known to Pippin. He couldn't believe that he had been so stupid.
Legolas didn't seem at all concerned about what Merry had (or hadn't) done; all he seemed interested in was Pippin. Merry knew that Elves were renowned for their healing skills. After all Lord Elrond had helped Frodo when they had arrived at Rivendell, Merry was confident that Legolas could do something to help Pippin now. It was hardly a stab wound to the shoulder.
**
Aragorn lay soundly in a bed. He had a fresh glass of water by his bed along with some bread. He had been hungry when he arrived and had asked for food. The kindly people he now stayed with offered him a bed for the night, he thankfully agreed and had fallen asleep as soon as he had laid down. The woman who had brought the bread and water into him hadn't wanted to disturb him so just let him sleep.
He had a dreamless sleep but something troubled him, there was something wrong with this whole thing but he couldn't quite work it out. It all seemed too convenient that the same time that he was transported to this strange place these people's daughter went missing. Aragorn knew there must be a connection somewhere but he couldn't figure out where.
He decided that he should try and find their daughter and she might lead him to his own friends.
For now, though, he slept quietly and undisturbed, he had a feeling that this wouldn't last for long though.
**
Gimli walked out of the station and looked around him. It appeared to be quieter in this place, not as busy as the place he had been arrested in. To him this was good for he had no desire to go back to that cell.
Now he had to find his friends. He wondered if they had been through the same kinds of problems he had. He was certainly looking forward to seeing them, even that annoying Elf Legolas.
A/N: A bit of a clichéd kidnapping here, sorry.
Ch 13 captured
The man slowly admired his work with Ned; he seemed pleased that the mutilation had gone so smoothly. Now it was time to work on Bob, he was going to enjoy cutting her she looked like a screamer. He had been a little confused before when she had said the word Fred. He didn't know who that was and he didn't particularly care. These four were trespassing on his land and they had to be punished.
Bob was desperately working on her bonds, she wanted to help Ned she could feel the warm blood on her back although she didn't know the extent of Ned's injuries. All she knew was that her friend had been screaming when he cut her. Now though everything was silent, she hadn't heard anything from Ned for a while and she was beginning to get worried, she would need her friend if she was going to escape.
The man walked over to her this time and she renewed her attempts at getting free.
"Who are you and what do you want from us?" She shouted trying to stall the man so she could get free.
"My name's Frank and I don't want people like you coming on my land. What would you like to talk about now? The weather?"
He gave a gruff laugh at his own joke but it soon passed and he came towards Bob with the same knife, still covered in Ned's blood. Bob was no where near getting her hands undone and she knew that she couldn't get free soon enough. Suddenly she felt Ned grab her hand from behind and she started working at the ropes. Bob rapidly felt them getting looser; at least she had a chance now.
The knife was right next to her now and she still felt Fred's pain as well, it was almost too much for her. The knife came down on her and cut her arm, she screamed in pain. At this Frank grinned, he was right she was a screamer.
Just as Frank went to stab Bob again a small yell came from the corner where Frodo and Sam had been tied up. Frodo was throwing himself towards Frank, he had somehow gotten free. Bob realised that Ned had stopped helping her and realised that she was probably unconscious or in a lot of pain. Bob started working at the ropes once again and they were so close to coming off, Bob was beginning to get a little frustrated.
Meanwhile, Frodo was almost on top of Frank who was just stood there, too startled to do anything. He couldn't believe that this tiny little person could be so brave. Frodo pounced on him and knocked the knife out of his hand and onto the floor.
Both of them fell to the ground and Frank hit his head so hard that the others heard the crack and a small pool of blood formed on the floor. He was unconscious now but so was Frodo, he too had been knocked to the floor.
Sam was shouting to his master in an attempt to wake him up before Frank awoke. He had been against Frodo's plan from the beginning. Now he really regretted it.
Bob was almost free, she tugged once more at the ropes and felt them give way, she gave a quick sigh of relief and then looked round and saw the blood that covered Ned. This alarmed her, how much had Frank hurt her? She rapidly untied her friend's ropes and checked her over.
Ned had a gash in her shoulder and a few more cuts and bruises, she looked asleep but she soon woke up when Bob called her name loudly.
"Are you okay?" Bob asked.
"What kind of stupid question is that?" Ned nearly laughed.
Bob responded with a short laugh, mostly to humour her friend in her weakened state. Ned suddenly looked up and shouted to Bob something about Frank.
He was now awake and was going for the knife that lay on the floor, Bob looked quickly at it and then dived forwards, determined to get there before Frank did. Both of them were going for the knife. Frank by now had a crazed look on his face, as if he was going to kill all of them and this wasn't far from the truth.
Bob took one last dive forward and reached the knife seconds before Frank crashed to the ground. Bob bent down and instantly slit his throat. At first it didn't look like he was dead but then he fell to the ground and a steady stream of blood flowed from his neck. Bob looked down at the bloodied knife. She couldn't believe what she'd just done, this wasn't like her at all, she'd never done anything like this before.
She let the knife fall to the floor and looked at the blood on her hands. She was surprised at how unsympathetic for Frank she felt. However, he was a cold-blooded murderer.
She looked over at Ned who looked to be in complete shock at what she'd just done, no, it was more amazement. She didn't know that the quiet Bob had it in her to kill someone.
"You did the right thing Bob. He would have killed you. You know that. Bob?"
Ned felt that Bob needed a little reassurance; she had just killed someone, which was more than she could ever do.
Bob nodded and walked over to Frodo who groaned when Bob helped him up, he had a cut on his head where he fell but apart from that he looked fine. They both walked over to Ned once more and asked her repeatedly if she was all right. After a little while a scream came from the corner where Sam was still tied up. Something had scared him and instantly the other three feared the worst.
Bob ran over to him and shouted at him to tell her what he had seen. He nodded over to the corner, Bob walked cautiously but curiously over to the dark place he had pointed to. She saw something move and retreated for a while. She drew up the courage to see what it was.
In the darkness a small snuffling nose appeared, followed by a small head. Bob smiled at the creature. It was a small red squirrel, not very big but looking quite bold for its size. She slowly moved forward and it backed away but soon realised that Bob was a friend. It went over to her and sniffed her feet as if in search of food.
Bob laughed, not just at the boldness of the little squirrel but also at the thought of Sam being scared by something so small.
Frodo had been untying Sam's bonds and now Sam was sat with his arms crossed in annoyance that Bob was making fun of him. It wasn't his fault that he had a fear of small rodents.
The little squirrel climbed swiftly up Bob's leg and went onto her shoulder, despite everything that had just happened most of the group laughed at the animal's actions. All but Sam who was still sulking.
"I think I'll call it . Percy. Percy the squirrel." Bob said proud that she'd found a new friend.
They now looked at the body of Frank that lay lifeless on the floor surrounded in a pool of blood. They had to do something with it, they knew that they couldn't just leave it, someone might find it. Bob didn't want to be jailed for murder.
Ned was still sat on the chair where Frodo was trying to stop the bleeding although he wasn't doing a very good job. Ned insisted in telling him everything that he was doing wrong. Bob had wanted to help her but she had insisted that Bob took care of the body; she had almost demanded that Bob take care of it. Bob really didn't see what the problem was. No one was going to find them out there and even if someone did they wouldn't know that it was them.
Ned's bleeding was almost stopped and Frodo carefully placed a handkerchief that someone had given him. Frodo had tried his best but Ned still looked very pale and Frodo and Bob knew that she had lost a lot of blood from the knife wound. They didn't know how deep the wound was but they knew it was bad and they didn't have to tell Ned that. They didn't know if she would be all right and they knew that she knew how bad it was.
"Where are we going to do with the body?" Asked Bob.
"I don't know. What do you usually do with a dead body?"
"How am I supposed to know? I've never had to deal with a body before." Bob laughed.
"This is no laughing matter Bob. We have to do something with that body."
"What?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe we should bury it." Asked Frodo.
The others looked blankly for a moment and then looked back towards the body. It wasn't the ideal solution but it was better than nothing, it would destroy the evidence. They all looked once more at the body and agreed that burying it wasn't the best thing to do. It would take them forever and they could be seen by a Wraith.
"I think we should just hide it and hope that no one finds it." Ned told them.
They finally all agreed to this and they walked over to the body. Ned went to get up but found herself suddenly feeling incredibly light-headed. She sat back down and looked over to the other two. Bob went over to her and held her hand.
"Don't worry, we'll hide the body. You just keep still. It'll be fine, I promise."
Bob tried to sound reassuring but she knew that Ned could see right through he act, she had been reading a lot of philosophy books lately and now nothing could get past her. All the same she nodded at Bob in appreciation of her reassurance.
Ned sat back in the chair and winced as a wave of sharp pain shot through her. She felt so tired. Maybe if she went to sleep just for a minute.
**
The ambulance pulled up to the doors of the hospital with the three members of the Fellowship, Merry, Pippin and Legolas inside. They had finally reached the hospital although the journey seemed to go on forever. The paramedic kept asking questions about what they were doing there and they had no way to answer him.
Pippin was still shivering despite the paramedic's efforts to help him keep warm. Legolas had also tried to help but did little good and only succeeded in getting in the medic's way.
Merry just sat on the other side of the ambulance trying not to attract attention to himself but every now and then casting a worried gaze across to Pippin. He couldn't help but think that all this had been his own fault. If only he'd stopped the woman, he knew she was dangerous but he had never made his suspicions known to Pippin. He couldn't believe that he had been so stupid.
Legolas didn't seem at all concerned about what Merry had (or hadn't) done; all he seemed interested in was Pippin. Merry knew that Elves were renowned for their healing skills. After all Lord Elrond had helped Frodo when they had arrived at Rivendell, Merry was confident that Legolas could do something to help Pippin now. It was hardly a stab wound to the shoulder.
**
Aragorn lay soundly in a bed. He had a fresh glass of water by his bed along with some bread. He had been hungry when he arrived and had asked for food. The kindly people he now stayed with offered him a bed for the night, he thankfully agreed and had fallen asleep as soon as he had laid down. The woman who had brought the bread and water into him hadn't wanted to disturb him so just let him sleep.
He had a dreamless sleep but something troubled him, there was something wrong with this whole thing but he couldn't quite work it out. It all seemed too convenient that the same time that he was transported to this strange place these people's daughter went missing. Aragorn knew there must be a connection somewhere but he couldn't figure out where.
He decided that he should try and find their daughter and she might lead him to his own friends.
For now, though, he slept quietly and undisturbed, he had a feeling that this wouldn't last for long though.
**
Gimli walked out of the station and looked around him. It appeared to be quieter in this place, not as busy as the place he had been arrested in. To him this was good for he had no desire to go back to that cell.
Now he had to find his friends. He wondered if they had been through the same kinds of problems he had. He was certainly looking forward to seeing them, even that annoying Elf Legolas.