Tearing in two
Author's note: I am so pleased to have 6 reviews in the matter of 12 hours for my last chapter, and I'm hoping more people will decide to review again. You don't know how happy I am for all these people to read my story, though may I remind some of you, I am quite young and am not a professional writer like some on this site, I do not write seriously, only when I feel like writing and I appreciate your advise but I am happy with my stories as they are, though I will take in one piece of advise and make the story a little less 'fast pace' and include more detail (Though that never has been my strong point)
And I would like to thank Angelelf especially for all her support and other thanks to Gatoamon, Isabella, Sarah, Siah and all the others.
Light became darkness, hot became cold, loud became quiet and Boromir was drifting in between them. Pippin, who had been distraught by Merry's and Boromir's state and Aragorn leaving, had not stopped crying out at the Dylags to help Merry, he had not slept and Gimli (who was next to him) could not calm him down. The Dylags were starting to get annoyed with him, so one of them gagged him. When the rest of the fellowship was made to stand up for the long weary trek ahead, two Dylags had to carry Boromir and Merry. Pippin sent out a muffled cry of protest as his cousin's body was thrown over the creature's shoulder.
They made their way through a marshland- a wide green area with deep swirling pools of murky mud and water, flies buzzing about and a few trees being pulled under by the thin layered sand. Every once in a while a hobbit disappeared under the thick freezing water that surrounded them. Frodo had been lucky and had not fallen in as much as the others, his light slender frame aiding him in crossing the marsh unaffected. Sam was shivering, his hair dripping wet from going under the marsh too much. "M-Mr Frodo," he spluttered rubbing his arms against his body in hope of finding a warm sanctuary, "I-it's s-s-so cold, I c-can't f-f-eel my toes." Frodo looked over with bags hanging under his pale blue eyes, "Nor I Sam, we have to keep going, for Merry's sake." Sam spared a moment to observe Merry, "And w-w-what happened t-to S-Strider? Why did h-h-he leave u-us?" Sam tried to miss a deep dip in the path but failed miserably and he found himself choking in water, a pair of hands dragged him up and he blinked to stop his sore eyes stinging, "I don't know why Aragorn left us, but I shouldn't worry about it, he's gone and we must worry about what will happen to the others." Frodo replied in somewhat of a whisper. Sam nodded as his lips and teeth defied him of staying still and the sound of chattering was heard throughout the fellowship.
Legolas was left for a moment, as the orcs crowded around the form of Aragorn. The elf was stunned, all his emotions flooded back to him and he had a deep sense of guilt and fear towards his friend. Even if he had wanted to escape, he had not the will and strength to do it. He could hear Aragorn's groans of coming back into reality and instantly felt worse, he wanted to call out his friend's name, but thought the better of it. As the orcs cleared from view, a bound forlorn figure was seen.
Slouched against the earth, Aragorn was breathing hard, trying to rid himself of the intense headache, which plagued him. He looked over to Legolas- his grey eyes meeting with Legolas' crystal blue ones and to Legolas' surprise he smiled as best he could before turning his reluctant attention to the orcs dragging him up. Hurak brought his scarred deformed face down to Aragorn's level, breathing in the scent of earth and rain on the captured human. A sense of surprise and dread washed through the orc, "this human's eyes show no fear," he thought for a split second, "and 'e shows pure hatred, never had such a bold 'un before," the orc broke out into an ugly smile, tracing Aragorn's face with his long rotten fingernail- he didn't flinch or move so much as a muscle. Hurak withdrew his hand in anger, "Why don't ya flinch, damn you!" in a sudden second Aragorn's face whipped round with a claw mark marring his face, Hurak stood bent his right arm hanging in the air, Aragorn showed no emotion and brought his head back, as it came into view Legolas gasped at the deep gashes on his right check, going right up to his eye.
"Why don't you fear me!?!" Hurak roared striking Aragorn again in more of a desperate action to get an answer, still Aragorn lifted his head up as if nothing had happened, though another line of gashes marked his face. Again and again Hurak tried, and again and again Aragorn had not replied or even flinched. If all the orcs were not around the two already, they were now. Hurak-seeing his soldiers jeering at his frustration, got even more furious, using all his strength, he punched Aragorn Square in the middle. As an automatic reaction, Aragorn doubled over and then fell to the ground as Hurak delivered a blow to his back.
Feeling the earth beneath him, reminded the ranger to get up. He sprang up as best he could with bound hands, however as soon as he rose he found himself being dealt another hit, stumbling backwards his vision went blurry and he found it hard to maintain his balance and posture. Another painful surge flowed through his body, its source being near his left eye. And then a last one, the most painful yet. Its feeling- a sharp piercing pain, which makes your pulse go faster and your head pound with dizziness. He dropped to his knees, and looking down, a pool of red formed under his knees. A faint cry, Aragorn knew only as Legolas and then he knew nothing else.
Legolas looked on in horror, Aragorn falling, with one of HIS arrows that the orcs had taken embedded in his shoulder. He felt sick as Aragorn fell lifeless to the floor. At first, he panicked for the man's life, but seeing that Aragorn was still breathing only released a little of the tension. Reduced to silent cries, Legolas felt himself being pulled back by the hair into the insides of a hollow tree. "Ya stay there elf and don't make a sound," the orc that had pulled Legolas into the tree was Grambug. Legolas gulped but forced his body and face not to react to his nervousness and slight fear. He gracefully lowered himself to the ground, so that his back was meeting the wall of the hollowed out tree and stared blankly at the orc- the scene with Aragorn and the arrow still rolling through his mind. The orc crouched in front of Legolas, a strange look of curiosity showed on his scabbed black face. "Why do you stare at me so?" Legolas murmured in Qyenya. The orc's calm face twisted in disgust at the use of the language, "Don't ya go using that language round 'ere! Or you'll get ya tongue cut off!" Grambug threatened raising his hand up in a warning. Legolas didn't flinch. "Now what were ya sayin in that cursed language?" Grambug demanded, pulling out a short jagged knife, which held no shine from the blood that had crusted around the blade. Immediately Legolas withdrew, trying to back away further into the tree. Grambug smiled, knowing he was in control. He mocking brought it down carefully to where Hurak had cut a small line on his neck. Legolas flashed a look of warning, but Grambug ignored it and smiled wider. "Now little elf, you got away last time but not now, did you really think you could get away from me? I always get what I wants," Grambug hissed into Legolas' right pointed ear. Legolas shuddered, as Grambug got nearer, his breath causing Legolas to feel nauseas. As Legolas tried to back away, Grambug's hand swiftly shot up to Legolas' neck, his tight-clawed hand slowly clamping down, slowly suffocating the elf. Legolas' eyes flicked as wide as they could and he began to struggle, though from lack of air, his movements were slow and tiresome. Grambug drew in all the pain, fear and sadness the elf was feeling and it satisfied him, so just as Legolas was about to drift into the healing world of unconsciousness, Grambug let go of him and he sank to the floor gasping for the air he was now granted to get. Grambug pointed his small dagger at the elf, moving it slightly, "that's just the beginning elf," he declared, "You'll soon see that you've been living the high life so far." And as to make a point, the orc carved a small rune into his bruised face, then left chuckling madly to himself. Legolas sat slightly humming to calm his nerves, he tried in vain to rest, though the din outside and the fact that Aragorn was outside kept him awake, but far from alert.
Now for the thankyous!!!!! Dparis- Yes 'plonk' is a very usefully word, I hope you keep reading because there might be more words like that scattered around. Darkcrystal- Well thanks for taking so much interest in my story, I'll be posting as soon as I can. ( Invaderzoester and Laleanen- Thanks for your reviews!!!!!! Keep it up please HaloGotomon- I am the queen of Cliffhangers!!!!!!!!!!!! No I'm pretty rubbish at them, just keep reviewing. Sarah and nimoe32- Thanks for your support!!!!! Isabella- you have been reviewing for a while and I've seen you around ff.n so I'm giving you an honoury thank you!!!! For your support and for sticking with my story!
Author's note: I am so pleased to have 6 reviews in the matter of 12 hours for my last chapter, and I'm hoping more people will decide to review again. You don't know how happy I am for all these people to read my story, though may I remind some of you, I am quite young and am not a professional writer like some on this site, I do not write seriously, only when I feel like writing and I appreciate your advise but I am happy with my stories as they are, though I will take in one piece of advise and make the story a little less 'fast pace' and include more detail (Though that never has been my strong point)
And I would like to thank Angelelf especially for all her support and other thanks to Gatoamon, Isabella, Sarah, Siah and all the others.
Light became darkness, hot became cold, loud became quiet and Boromir was drifting in between them. Pippin, who had been distraught by Merry's and Boromir's state and Aragorn leaving, had not stopped crying out at the Dylags to help Merry, he had not slept and Gimli (who was next to him) could not calm him down. The Dylags were starting to get annoyed with him, so one of them gagged him. When the rest of the fellowship was made to stand up for the long weary trek ahead, two Dylags had to carry Boromir and Merry. Pippin sent out a muffled cry of protest as his cousin's body was thrown over the creature's shoulder.
They made their way through a marshland- a wide green area with deep swirling pools of murky mud and water, flies buzzing about and a few trees being pulled under by the thin layered sand. Every once in a while a hobbit disappeared under the thick freezing water that surrounded them. Frodo had been lucky and had not fallen in as much as the others, his light slender frame aiding him in crossing the marsh unaffected. Sam was shivering, his hair dripping wet from going under the marsh too much. "M-Mr Frodo," he spluttered rubbing his arms against his body in hope of finding a warm sanctuary, "I-it's s-s-so cold, I c-can't f-f-eel my toes." Frodo looked over with bags hanging under his pale blue eyes, "Nor I Sam, we have to keep going, for Merry's sake." Sam spared a moment to observe Merry, "And w-w-what happened t-to S-Strider? Why did h-h-he leave u-us?" Sam tried to miss a deep dip in the path but failed miserably and he found himself choking in water, a pair of hands dragged him up and he blinked to stop his sore eyes stinging, "I don't know why Aragorn left us, but I shouldn't worry about it, he's gone and we must worry about what will happen to the others." Frodo replied in somewhat of a whisper. Sam nodded as his lips and teeth defied him of staying still and the sound of chattering was heard throughout the fellowship.
Legolas was left for a moment, as the orcs crowded around the form of Aragorn. The elf was stunned, all his emotions flooded back to him and he had a deep sense of guilt and fear towards his friend. Even if he had wanted to escape, he had not the will and strength to do it. He could hear Aragorn's groans of coming back into reality and instantly felt worse, he wanted to call out his friend's name, but thought the better of it. As the orcs cleared from view, a bound forlorn figure was seen.
Slouched against the earth, Aragorn was breathing hard, trying to rid himself of the intense headache, which plagued him. He looked over to Legolas- his grey eyes meeting with Legolas' crystal blue ones and to Legolas' surprise he smiled as best he could before turning his reluctant attention to the orcs dragging him up. Hurak brought his scarred deformed face down to Aragorn's level, breathing in the scent of earth and rain on the captured human. A sense of surprise and dread washed through the orc, "this human's eyes show no fear," he thought for a split second, "and 'e shows pure hatred, never had such a bold 'un before," the orc broke out into an ugly smile, tracing Aragorn's face with his long rotten fingernail- he didn't flinch or move so much as a muscle. Hurak withdrew his hand in anger, "Why don't ya flinch, damn you!" in a sudden second Aragorn's face whipped round with a claw mark marring his face, Hurak stood bent his right arm hanging in the air, Aragorn showed no emotion and brought his head back, as it came into view Legolas gasped at the deep gashes on his right check, going right up to his eye.
"Why don't you fear me!?!" Hurak roared striking Aragorn again in more of a desperate action to get an answer, still Aragorn lifted his head up as if nothing had happened, though another line of gashes marked his face. Again and again Hurak tried, and again and again Aragorn had not replied or even flinched. If all the orcs were not around the two already, they were now. Hurak-seeing his soldiers jeering at his frustration, got even more furious, using all his strength, he punched Aragorn Square in the middle. As an automatic reaction, Aragorn doubled over and then fell to the ground as Hurak delivered a blow to his back.
Feeling the earth beneath him, reminded the ranger to get up. He sprang up as best he could with bound hands, however as soon as he rose he found himself being dealt another hit, stumbling backwards his vision went blurry and he found it hard to maintain his balance and posture. Another painful surge flowed through his body, its source being near his left eye. And then a last one, the most painful yet. Its feeling- a sharp piercing pain, which makes your pulse go faster and your head pound with dizziness. He dropped to his knees, and looking down, a pool of red formed under his knees. A faint cry, Aragorn knew only as Legolas and then he knew nothing else.
Legolas looked on in horror, Aragorn falling, with one of HIS arrows that the orcs had taken embedded in his shoulder. He felt sick as Aragorn fell lifeless to the floor. At first, he panicked for the man's life, but seeing that Aragorn was still breathing only released a little of the tension. Reduced to silent cries, Legolas felt himself being pulled back by the hair into the insides of a hollow tree. "Ya stay there elf and don't make a sound," the orc that had pulled Legolas into the tree was Grambug. Legolas gulped but forced his body and face not to react to his nervousness and slight fear. He gracefully lowered himself to the ground, so that his back was meeting the wall of the hollowed out tree and stared blankly at the orc- the scene with Aragorn and the arrow still rolling through his mind. The orc crouched in front of Legolas, a strange look of curiosity showed on his scabbed black face. "Why do you stare at me so?" Legolas murmured in Qyenya. The orc's calm face twisted in disgust at the use of the language, "Don't ya go using that language round 'ere! Or you'll get ya tongue cut off!" Grambug threatened raising his hand up in a warning. Legolas didn't flinch. "Now what were ya sayin in that cursed language?" Grambug demanded, pulling out a short jagged knife, which held no shine from the blood that had crusted around the blade. Immediately Legolas withdrew, trying to back away further into the tree. Grambug smiled, knowing he was in control. He mocking brought it down carefully to where Hurak had cut a small line on his neck. Legolas flashed a look of warning, but Grambug ignored it and smiled wider. "Now little elf, you got away last time but not now, did you really think you could get away from me? I always get what I wants," Grambug hissed into Legolas' right pointed ear. Legolas shuddered, as Grambug got nearer, his breath causing Legolas to feel nauseas. As Legolas tried to back away, Grambug's hand swiftly shot up to Legolas' neck, his tight-clawed hand slowly clamping down, slowly suffocating the elf. Legolas' eyes flicked as wide as they could and he began to struggle, though from lack of air, his movements were slow and tiresome. Grambug drew in all the pain, fear and sadness the elf was feeling and it satisfied him, so just as Legolas was about to drift into the healing world of unconsciousness, Grambug let go of him and he sank to the floor gasping for the air he was now granted to get. Grambug pointed his small dagger at the elf, moving it slightly, "that's just the beginning elf," he declared, "You'll soon see that you've been living the high life so far." And as to make a point, the orc carved a small rune into his bruised face, then left chuckling madly to himself. Legolas sat slightly humming to calm his nerves, he tried in vain to rest, though the din outside and the fact that Aragorn was outside kept him awake, but far from alert.
Now for the thankyous!!!!! Dparis- Yes 'plonk' is a very usefully word, I hope you keep reading because there might be more words like that scattered around. Darkcrystal- Well thanks for taking so much interest in my story, I'll be posting as soon as I can. ( Invaderzoester and Laleanen- Thanks for your reviews!!!!!! Keep it up please HaloGotomon- I am the queen of Cliffhangers!!!!!!!!!!!! No I'm pretty rubbish at them, just keep reviewing. Sarah and nimoe32- Thanks for your support!!!!! Isabella- you have been reviewing for a while and I've seen you around ff.n so I'm giving you an honoury thank you!!!! For your support and for sticking with my story!