Tearing in two
Authors Note: well it's my school holidays so I can write as much as I want without worrying about my homework. Anywayz onto the story.
Sunlight crept over the horizon, alerting the Dylags at once. They screeched orders for the fellowship to wake up and get ready for a long days travel. Groaning angrily, Sam snapped his eyes open, took one glance at Frodo, who still hadn't said or eaten much, and rubbed the dust from his eyes. Boromir and Aragorn were already up, eyeing the Dylags suspiciously. After the Dylags had eaten some raw meat (which Sam thought was some kind of deer) they made all the fellowship get up. The creatures cut the bonds on their legs and arranged them into a line. Merry hunched his shoulders over so that they were level with his head to stop himself from being sick. The Dylags had one picked one prisoner each to tend to and Merry's one smirked evilly. "Get moving or I'll. make you. sick. until you're. so empty you're. just skin. and. bones!" Merry flinched at this and stepped forward but with a great pain in every step. One mile lead to another and soon, even Boromir, Aragorn and Gimli were out of breath. The hobbits laboured on, savouring every rest they got (which wasn't much). Finally, after about half a day of marching, Merry gave up. He fell face first onto the hard soil. Growling, the Dylag stopped and pulled Merry up by his hair. Standing him on his feet, Merry wobbled for a moment fighting with the unconsciousness that was threatening to overtake him. "This one. doesn't. look. too well," one Dylag said poking Merry, and with that he lifted the hobbit up and flung him over his shoulder. Trying not to be sick, Merry stole a look at Pippin and then fell into a world of painful sleep.
Legolas was also in a painful sleep, though he had a confusing dream: He was running in a grey mist, evil laughing all around him. Suddenly he turned and saw all the fellowship except for Gandalf. They all looked nearly dead, defiantly tired and calling Legolas' name. In a panic he moved to help the nearest, but was held back by the creature he had killed a little while back. Struggling wildly, Legolas tried to brake free, but found he just made it worse. He noticed that now other creatures of the same type were standing over each member of the fellowship, showing their fangs and nipping their prisoner's skin. Then it all went dark, and it was Legolas alone, though he could hear hobbit, dwarf and men screams floating in the thick air. Gandalf appeared and Legolas jumped back in shock before finally embracing his long lost friend. The old wizard hadn't changed, as he got right down to business, "Legolas," he began, "Aragorn and the others are nearing Mordor, if you don't help them soon, and it'll be too late." "But how am I to do that, for they are far away and I have forgotten what has happened," Legolas replied "Legolas you are now in the hands of the Uruk-Hai, escape them, and help the others," Gandalf ordered and before Legolas could say anything he had gone.
The elven prince jolted up, waking from the realistic dream. Gandalf was right; he had been captured by the orcs. Slowly, as not to bring any attention to himself, he rose. Legolas noticed that his hands and feet were tied together tightly. His head pounded and his elven sight was not as sharp as it should've been. Knowing what he had to do, Legolas reached down into his boot for a secret knife, limited by the use of his hands, he finally managed to grab hold of one. Fumbling with the handle, Legolas first cut the bonds on his legs, only when he could feel the blood returning to his feet, did he start on his hands. Legolas leant slightly forward so his long hair fell over his face; it hid his hands so he could work on them without the orcs noticing. "It's dark, good for escaping," noted Legolas, crouching in a catlike position now that his bonds had been cut. Gazing around, he mentally planned out his escape route. "This would not be easy," he thought.
During the night, Merry was violently sick, he had been working up a fever and now was sweating and shivering uncontrollably. One of the Dylags had been watching the little hobbit suffer and decided to consult the others about it. "Listen, this...hobbit is.sick.could die.what do.we.do?" The other Dylags considered the options greatly: Let him die, try to heal him, make him carry on with extra food and water or let one of the prisoners try to heal him. The decided on the last option as they thought it amusing and easier on them. One Dylag picked up the hallucinating Merry, whilst another untied Aragorn's bounds and forced him up. The other members of the fellowship all strained to see what was happening. Aragorn understood at once, and rushed over to the form of Merry. The hobbit began gasping words and trying to grab the rangers tatty clothes. "Hush, Merry, save your strength, you don't want to go worry the others now do you?" Aragorn assured, trying to calm Merry and himself down. Delving into his bag that the Dyalgs had given him to use for Merry, Aragorn pulled out some Athalas (kingsfoil) and pulled up Merry's shirt to find where the Dylag had bitten him. He was nearly sick; he would've been if he had anything to bring up. The hobbits chest was patterned with angry blue and black thick veins, all trailing to the deep infected wound. Wincing, he applied the herb and Merry cried out in pure pain. "Merry!" The hobbits blurted out, though the Dylags quieted them down. Boromir, who was close to Merry and Aragorn, watched nervously, every once and a while, muttering soft words to Merry. "Aragorn, we must escape, or everything will be in vain." Boromir explained as quick he could. The ranger looked up briefly, "I know that Boromir, but we will not be able to take out all these Dylags on our own, I could slay one so could you and Gimli but I doubt very much that the hobbits could, especially with Merry sick." "Well at least try, for the hobbits sake, you are untied, untie me and I will hold them off for as long as possible," Boromir suggested. "And Merry? How will he survive?" Aragorn protested. Boromir looked at the hobbit, and then at the others, "Sam knows of herbs and medicines, he can keep Merry alive until you return with help. Find Legolas if he is still alive and come back with the men of Gondor, I would think we are not far from there." "You've had this all planned my friend?" Aragorn smiled, the other man gave a knowing wink then threw himself into the clearing, the Dylags screeched and leapt after the man, giving Aragorn enough time to pat Merry on the head and flee into the trees. Boromir's lips parted in relief as he spied his friend slip away, then he knew a drowning darkness
Arg what will happen to Merry, Legolas and Aragorn and how will the rest of the fellowship survive??
Authors Note: well it's my school holidays so I can write as much as I want without worrying about my homework. Anywayz onto the story.
Sunlight crept over the horizon, alerting the Dylags at once. They screeched orders for the fellowship to wake up and get ready for a long days travel. Groaning angrily, Sam snapped his eyes open, took one glance at Frodo, who still hadn't said or eaten much, and rubbed the dust from his eyes. Boromir and Aragorn were already up, eyeing the Dylags suspiciously. After the Dylags had eaten some raw meat (which Sam thought was some kind of deer) they made all the fellowship get up. The creatures cut the bonds on their legs and arranged them into a line. Merry hunched his shoulders over so that they were level with his head to stop himself from being sick. The Dylags had one picked one prisoner each to tend to and Merry's one smirked evilly. "Get moving or I'll. make you. sick. until you're. so empty you're. just skin. and. bones!" Merry flinched at this and stepped forward but with a great pain in every step. One mile lead to another and soon, even Boromir, Aragorn and Gimli were out of breath. The hobbits laboured on, savouring every rest they got (which wasn't much). Finally, after about half a day of marching, Merry gave up. He fell face first onto the hard soil. Growling, the Dylag stopped and pulled Merry up by his hair. Standing him on his feet, Merry wobbled for a moment fighting with the unconsciousness that was threatening to overtake him. "This one. doesn't. look. too well," one Dylag said poking Merry, and with that he lifted the hobbit up and flung him over his shoulder. Trying not to be sick, Merry stole a look at Pippin and then fell into a world of painful sleep.
Legolas was also in a painful sleep, though he had a confusing dream: He was running in a grey mist, evil laughing all around him. Suddenly he turned and saw all the fellowship except for Gandalf. They all looked nearly dead, defiantly tired and calling Legolas' name. In a panic he moved to help the nearest, but was held back by the creature he had killed a little while back. Struggling wildly, Legolas tried to brake free, but found he just made it worse. He noticed that now other creatures of the same type were standing over each member of the fellowship, showing their fangs and nipping their prisoner's skin. Then it all went dark, and it was Legolas alone, though he could hear hobbit, dwarf and men screams floating in the thick air. Gandalf appeared and Legolas jumped back in shock before finally embracing his long lost friend. The old wizard hadn't changed, as he got right down to business, "Legolas," he began, "Aragorn and the others are nearing Mordor, if you don't help them soon, and it'll be too late." "But how am I to do that, for they are far away and I have forgotten what has happened," Legolas replied "Legolas you are now in the hands of the Uruk-Hai, escape them, and help the others," Gandalf ordered and before Legolas could say anything he had gone.
The elven prince jolted up, waking from the realistic dream. Gandalf was right; he had been captured by the orcs. Slowly, as not to bring any attention to himself, he rose. Legolas noticed that his hands and feet were tied together tightly. His head pounded and his elven sight was not as sharp as it should've been. Knowing what he had to do, Legolas reached down into his boot for a secret knife, limited by the use of his hands, he finally managed to grab hold of one. Fumbling with the handle, Legolas first cut the bonds on his legs, only when he could feel the blood returning to his feet, did he start on his hands. Legolas leant slightly forward so his long hair fell over his face; it hid his hands so he could work on them without the orcs noticing. "It's dark, good for escaping," noted Legolas, crouching in a catlike position now that his bonds had been cut. Gazing around, he mentally planned out his escape route. "This would not be easy," he thought.
During the night, Merry was violently sick, he had been working up a fever and now was sweating and shivering uncontrollably. One of the Dylags had been watching the little hobbit suffer and decided to consult the others about it. "Listen, this...hobbit is.sick.could die.what do.we.do?" The other Dylags considered the options greatly: Let him die, try to heal him, make him carry on with extra food and water or let one of the prisoners try to heal him. The decided on the last option as they thought it amusing and easier on them. One Dylag picked up the hallucinating Merry, whilst another untied Aragorn's bounds and forced him up. The other members of the fellowship all strained to see what was happening. Aragorn understood at once, and rushed over to the form of Merry. The hobbit began gasping words and trying to grab the rangers tatty clothes. "Hush, Merry, save your strength, you don't want to go worry the others now do you?" Aragorn assured, trying to calm Merry and himself down. Delving into his bag that the Dyalgs had given him to use for Merry, Aragorn pulled out some Athalas (kingsfoil) and pulled up Merry's shirt to find where the Dylag had bitten him. He was nearly sick; he would've been if he had anything to bring up. The hobbits chest was patterned with angry blue and black thick veins, all trailing to the deep infected wound. Wincing, he applied the herb and Merry cried out in pure pain. "Merry!" The hobbits blurted out, though the Dylags quieted them down. Boromir, who was close to Merry and Aragorn, watched nervously, every once and a while, muttering soft words to Merry. "Aragorn, we must escape, or everything will be in vain." Boromir explained as quick he could. The ranger looked up briefly, "I know that Boromir, but we will not be able to take out all these Dylags on our own, I could slay one so could you and Gimli but I doubt very much that the hobbits could, especially with Merry sick." "Well at least try, for the hobbits sake, you are untied, untie me and I will hold them off for as long as possible," Boromir suggested. "And Merry? How will he survive?" Aragorn protested. Boromir looked at the hobbit, and then at the others, "Sam knows of herbs and medicines, he can keep Merry alive until you return with help. Find Legolas if he is still alive and come back with the men of Gondor, I would think we are not far from there." "You've had this all planned my friend?" Aragorn smiled, the other man gave a knowing wink then threw himself into the clearing, the Dylags screeched and leapt after the man, giving Aragorn enough time to pat Merry on the head and flee into the trees. Boromir's lips parted in relief as he spied his friend slip away, then he knew a drowning darkness
Arg what will happen to Merry, Legolas and Aragorn and how will the rest of the fellowship survive??