Tearing in two
Authors note: I am really pleased that people have reviewed this chapter, because at first I didn't have any reviews for chapter 6 but then I did. So thank you to ice angel and Isabella Ice angel-Hey I found the orcs kinda easy to write about, because I just base them on some of my friends.lol, though the names come easily for me. I actually don't really know why Legolas escaped so quickly because I was so into writing the chapter I didn't really know what I was writing! And I know Aragorn left Frodo, but he thought it for the best because Sam could look after Merry and Boromir and Gimli could protect the rest of them, he was going to go get help. Isabella- Hey thank you for reviewing.
HaloGatamon and Nancing elf- Mwhahahahah! Evil cliffhangers are still to come, just keep reviewing and I'll keep writing!
So onto the next chapter!!!!
It wasn't a good night. Great torrents of rain fell heavily onto the ranger and even his elven cloak, which had kept him warm and dry for the last 20 years was failing to do its job. He was dripping wet, head to toe with signs of a cold coming on. Mumbling and tripping, Aragorn still carried on, through the pitch black and soaked wood. He travelled quite far and thought it to be sunrise soon, though after going many miles and being weary from lack of sleep the ranger could travel no more and he tripped over a tree root and fell asleep in the mud.
Light crept over the trees and Frodo's eyes flicked open instantly, he was damp and cold after the last night's storm. It did not help that he was angry, angry with one person in particular- Aragorn. "Why did he leave us? Why did he leave Merry to get sicker and for Boromir to get hurt and why did he leave me here with the ring unprotected? Was it just so he could escape? No, Aragorn wouldn't do that to us, I know he wouldn't do that...would he?" Frodo muttered. Sam, who was sleeping besides him shot up immediately, "Are you ok? Mr Frodo? Anything the matter?" Sam asked somewhat hopefully, he knew Frodo had said barely a whisper since they got caught. Frodo forced a small smile and shook his head reassuringly, "Everything is fine Sam, go back to sleep." Boromir had been awake for a while now, he found that he couldn't move without sharp pain searing down his back. He would've been sick if he had anything to bring up. He was glad to see that Aragorn wasn't back, Boromir was sure that he would get help and save them all, it had to be Aragorn, who else could do that, not him! He was for sure.
"Wake up ya stupid elf!" a foul voice echoed through Legolas' mind, he paid no heed to it and carried on sleeping, "If ya gonna ignore me then you can 'ave this!" a slight pain ran through his face and groggily Legolas forced his eyes open. As his eyesight came to him he found that the orc from last night was standing in front of him, he could recall his name- Grambug, the one who had scratched his face the night before and who had binded him. Legolas gave a small growl of annoyance; he knew he hadn't the knives in his boot anymore. "The captain wants ya, says we aint allowed to play wit ya, well, yet anyway," Grambug laughed in a low growling tone. Legolas muttered something in elvish and Grambug's smile was wiped off his face- he didn't know what this elf was saying. "Speak normal elf! Or I'll bloody rip your throat out!" Grambug spat. Legolas calmly stared right into the small eyes of his enemy, "I thought you couldn't harm me, or are you going to disobey orders?" he smiled defiantly, "this orc isn't going to get to me," he told himself. Grambug went a bright red and slapped the elf with all his strength, so that his nails cut the prince's cheek. Legolas flinched but held his posture and stared back with dark, warning eyes, a bruise already marring his soft face. The orcs brought him over to the captain, who was chewing a bone thoughtfully. "The elf captain," Grambug pronounced as Legolas was in front of the captain. The captain, also known as Hurak placed the bone underneath Legolas' chin and pushed the elf's head up, "This elf has been hurt, who did it!" he cried, Grambug shuffled nervously, "I did cap' in. It said low things bout ya and the master." Hurak turned to Grambug with warning glinting in his eyes, "I'll let ya go on this one, but next time I'll have ya guts! Now get outta it!" and with that Hurak threw the bone at the retreating orc. "Now my little elf, your gonna tell me something." Legolas thought that the orc had no right to call him little for he was older than the orcs by a few thousand years, "I would never tell you anything!" he spat back. The orc didn't seem surprised and carried on, "ya will tell me now, or tell Sauruman when we get back. How is it you escaped the Dylags?" Legolas' face frowned in confusion, "I know not of Dylags, though if I did I wouldn't speak with you about it," Legolas answered, watching carefully the orc now walking towards him, "very well elf, its your choice but be warned ya not gonna be so cocky soon, when my boys are through wit ya!" he laughed and turned away, while Legolas was brought back to where he had woken, Grambug sitting and waiting for the signal to approach the elf.
The sun was what woke the ranger from his much-needed sleep. He groaned as he realised what he was laying in, the mud had dried and he found it hard to get up. Picking leaves, mud and sticks out of his hair, Aragorn scanned the area in search of a stream where he could wash his cloak and clothes. He spied a clearing up ahead and began in that direction. He trod carefully, nearly as quiet as an elf and came into view of a small stream, sighing in relief he ran over to the stream and used his hands as a cup to drink- he was thirsty beyond belief. Next he took off his cloak and washed it in the stream, he decided not to wash his clothes for he had no time for them to dry. So he hung the cloak up and sat for a minute trying to figure out a route. Time went by quickly and the cloak was damp before Aragorn finally stood up. He moved to grab the cloak when he heard a rustling sound, thinking it a rabbit he ignored it, but when he heard faint voices he froze, he could see a couple of black figures emerging through the trees, "Orcs he muttered to himself and he instinctively climbed a tree and used the leaves as a effective cover. The orcs came into the clearing and sniffed about, "eh, can you smell that?" one said. "Yeah, smells like man, hey look over there," the other orcs pointed to a low tree branch which held Aragorn's cloak. Aragorn silently cursed himself for leaving his cloak behind and waited in dread for what was going to happen. The orcs approached the cloak and lifted it up, "This is wet, someone was here not long ago, the scent is still fresh," the first orc said looking around the area for someone hiding, his eyes swept over the tree where Aragorn was crouched and he sucked in a short breath. "So why did he leave his cloak behind?" another smaller orc asked. "Cos he heard us coming and ran, we find 'im, bring 'im back and see what the captain has to say bout it," The first orc answered, "Go scout ahead, see what you can find of this man, I'll stay round here encase he comes back. You," he said pointing at a remaining orc, "you go back to the camp and make 'em come here we can set up camp here for da night." The remaining orc hurried off and the other one sniffed around for any signs of a man. It soon became night and Aragorn was still hidden in the tree, more orcs had arrived and had begun to realise that the man was still around the site. He gulped; he had to go down sooner or later. He looked around desperately for an escape and found a small cave to the back of the camp, he could get down and just about make it there without any fuss, but that's when he saw it- a tall figure stood out, it had long blonde hair and green clothes on, it was surrounded by orcs and had his hands tied behind his back tightly. "Legolas?" Aragorn whispered, half in relief, half in sorrow. He sighed and fell back into the trees branches; he couldn't leave a friend alone with orcs, especially an elf. "Captain, Captain! We found this cloak ere and the human that it belongs to is around ere hiding don't know where though, what shall we do?" an orc reported. The captain took the cloak and sniffed it, Legolas (who was held near the captain) looked at the cloak, he knew the cloak, and it was Aragorn's. He looked wildly around and struggled to get out of the hands of the orcs. " Whats up with that elf!" The captain yelled. The smart orc from before slouched up and took a look at the elf then the cloak, then he smirked triumphantly, "This elf knows who's cloak this is, and if I'd be right in guessing that they would be friends?" Legolas stopped struggling and stared at the smiling orc, "How could I be so stupid as to let them realise I know the owner of this cloak," He thought bitterly. In one swift movement, Hurak and pinned Legolas on the floor and had a knife at his throat. "Ok!" he shouted to the air, "Come out or ya little elf friend will get what comin to 'im" Aragorn was torn on what to do, come out and don't get Legolas, or don't go out and get Legolas killed right there. Hurak tightened his hold on Legolas' throat and the knife began to dig into his skin, he placed his other hand over the elf's mouth so that he couldn't say anything. Legolas gave a muffled scream as he felt the jagged knife cut his skin slightly. Then just as he thought Hurak was going to finish him a figure dropped out of the trees, he closed his eyes in despair as Aragorn was attacked and knocked unconscious
OK so review and tell me what you think about it I so want to know..
Authors note: I am really pleased that people have reviewed this chapter, because at first I didn't have any reviews for chapter 6 but then I did. So thank you to ice angel and Isabella Ice angel-Hey I found the orcs kinda easy to write about, because I just base them on some of my friends.lol, though the names come easily for me. I actually don't really know why Legolas escaped so quickly because I was so into writing the chapter I didn't really know what I was writing! And I know Aragorn left Frodo, but he thought it for the best because Sam could look after Merry and Boromir and Gimli could protect the rest of them, he was going to go get help. Isabella- Hey thank you for reviewing.
HaloGatamon and Nancing elf- Mwhahahahah! Evil cliffhangers are still to come, just keep reviewing and I'll keep writing!
So onto the next chapter!!!!
It wasn't a good night. Great torrents of rain fell heavily onto the ranger and even his elven cloak, which had kept him warm and dry for the last 20 years was failing to do its job. He was dripping wet, head to toe with signs of a cold coming on. Mumbling and tripping, Aragorn still carried on, through the pitch black and soaked wood. He travelled quite far and thought it to be sunrise soon, though after going many miles and being weary from lack of sleep the ranger could travel no more and he tripped over a tree root and fell asleep in the mud.
Light crept over the trees and Frodo's eyes flicked open instantly, he was damp and cold after the last night's storm. It did not help that he was angry, angry with one person in particular- Aragorn. "Why did he leave us? Why did he leave Merry to get sicker and for Boromir to get hurt and why did he leave me here with the ring unprotected? Was it just so he could escape? No, Aragorn wouldn't do that to us, I know he wouldn't do that...would he?" Frodo muttered. Sam, who was sleeping besides him shot up immediately, "Are you ok? Mr Frodo? Anything the matter?" Sam asked somewhat hopefully, he knew Frodo had said barely a whisper since they got caught. Frodo forced a small smile and shook his head reassuringly, "Everything is fine Sam, go back to sleep." Boromir had been awake for a while now, he found that he couldn't move without sharp pain searing down his back. He would've been sick if he had anything to bring up. He was glad to see that Aragorn wasn't back, Boromir was sure that he would get help and save them all, it had to be Aragorn, who else could do that, not him! He was for sure.
"Wake up ya stupid elf!" a foul voice echoed through Legolas' mind, he paid no heed to it and carried on sleeping, "If ya gonna ignore me then you can 'ave this!" a slight pain ran through his face and groggily Legolas forced his eyes open. As his eyesight came to him he found that the orc from last night was standing in front of him, he could recall his name- Grambug, the one who had scratched his face the night before and who had binded him. Legolas gave a small growl of annoyance; he knew he hadn't the knives in his boot anymore. "The captain wants ya, says we aint allowed to play wit ya, well, yet anyway," Grambug laughed in a low growling tone. Legolas muttered something in elvish and Grambug's smile was wiped off his face- he didn't know what this elf was saying. "Speak normal elf! Or I'll bloody rip your throat out!" Grambug spat. Legolas calmly stared right into the small eyes of his enemy, "I thought you couldn't harm me, or are you going to disobey orders?" he smiled defiantly, "this orc isn't going to get to me," he told himself. Grambug went a bright red and slapped the elf with all his strength, so that his nails cut the prince's cheek. Legolas flinched but held his posture and stared back with dark, warning eyes, a bruise already marring his soft face. The orcs brought him over to the captain, who was chewing a bone thoughtfully. "The elf captain," Grambug pronounced as Legolas was in front of the captain. The captain, also known as Hurak placed the bone underneath Legolas' chin and pushed the elf's head up, "This elf has been hurt, who did it!" he cried, Grambug shuffled nervously, "I did cap' in. It said low things bout ya and the master." Hurak turned to Grambug with warning glinting in his eyes, "I'll let ya go on this one, but next time I'll have ya guts! Now get outta it!" and with that Hurak threw the bone at the retreating orc. "Now my little elf, your gonna tell me something." Legolas thought that the orc had no right to call him little for he was older than the orcs by a few thousand years, "I would never tell you anything!" he spat back. The orc didn't seem surprised and carried on, "ya will tell me now, or tell Sauruman when we get back. How is it you escaped the Dylags?" Legolas' face frowned in confusion, "I know not of Dylags, though if I did I wouldn't speak with you about it," Legolas answered, watching carefully the orc now walking towards him, "very well elf, its your choice but be warned ya not gonna be so cocky soon, when my boys are through wit ya!" he laughed and turned away, while Legolas was brought back to where he had woken, Grambug sitting and waiting for the signal to approach the elf.
The sun was what woke the ranger from his much-needed sleep. He groaned as he realised what he was laying in, the mud had dried and he found it hard to get up. Picking leaves, mud and sticks out of his hair, Aragorn scanned the area in search of a stream where he could wash his cloak and clothes. He spied a clearing up ahead and began in that direction. He trod carefully, nearly as quiet as an elf and came into view of a small stream, sighing in relief he ran over to the stream and used his hands as a cup to drink- he was thirsty beyond belief. Next he took off his cloak and washed it in the stream, he decided not to wash his clothes for he had no time for them to dry. So he hung the cloak up and sat for a minute trying to figure out a route. Time went by quickly and the cloak was damp before Aragorn finally stood up. He moved to grab the cloak when he heard a rustling sound, thinking it a rabbit he ignored it, but when he heard faint voices he froze, he could see a couple of black figures emerging through the trees, "Orcs he muttered to himself and he instinctively climbed a tree and used the leaves as a effective cover. The orcs came into the clearing and sniffed about, "eh, can you smell that?" one said. "Yeah, smells like man, hey look over there," the other orcs pointed to a low tree branch which held Aragorn's cloak. Aragorn silently cursed himself for leaving his cloak behind and waited in dread for what was going to happen. The orcs approached the cloak and lifted it up, "This is wet, someone was here not long ago, the scent is still fresh," the first orc said looking around the area for someone hiding, his eyes swept over the tree where Aragorn was crouched and he sucked in a short breath. "So why did he leave his cloak behind?" another smaller orc asked. "Cos he heard us coming and ran, we find 'im, bring 'im back and see what the captain has to say bout it," The first orc answered, "Go scout ahead, see what you can find of this man, I'll stay round here encase he comes back. You," he said pointing at a remaining orc, "you go back to the camp and make 'em come here we can set up camp here for da night." The remaining orc hurried off and the other one sniffed around for any signs of a man. It soon became night and Aragorn was still hidden in the tree, more orcs had arrived and had begun to realise that the man was still around the site. He gulped; he had to go down sooner or later. He looked around desperately for an escape and found a small cave to the back of the camp, he could get down and just about make it there without any fuss, but that's when he saw it- a tall figure stood out, it had long blonde hair and green clothes on, it was surrounded by orcs and had his hands tied behind his back tightly. "Legolas?" Aragorn whispered, half in relief, half in sorrow. He sighed and fell back into the trees branches; he couldn't leave a friend alone with orcs, especially an elf. "Captain, Captain! We found this cloak ere and the human that it belongs to is around ere hiding don't know where though, what shall we do?" an orc reported. The captain took the cloak and sniffed it, Legolas (who was held near the captain) looked at the cloak, he knew the cloak, and it was Aragorn's. He looked wildly around and struggled to get out of the hands of the orcs. " Whats up with that elf!" The captain yelled. The smart orc from before slouched up and took a look at the elf then the cloak, then he smirked triumphantly, "This elf knows who's cloak this is, and if I'd be right in guessing that they would be friends?" Legolas stopped struggling and stared at the smiling orc, "How could I be so stupid as to let them realise I know the owner of this cloak," He thought bitterly. In one swift movement, Hurak and pinned Legolas on the floor and had a knife at his throat. "Ok!" he shouted to the air, "Come out or ya little elf friend will get what comin to 'im" Aragorn was torn on what to do, come out and don't get Legolas, or don't go out and get Legolas killed right there. Hurak tightened his hold on Legolas' throat and the knife began to dig into his skin, he placed his other hand over the elf's mouth so that he couldn't say anything. Legolas gave a muffled scream as he felt the jagged knife cut his skin slightly. Then just as he thought Hurak was going to finish him a figure dropped out of the trees, he closed his eyes in despair as Aragorn was attacked and knocked unconscious
OK so review and tell me what you think about it I so want to know..