Tearing In Two
I'm sorry that I haven't updated as soon as I had promised, but I had a few problems, like computer problems and my great granddad has just recently died so I gave a little time to recover. Anyway thank you all for reviewing and I hope you enjoy this next chapter.
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The dark blanked sky was unusually clear and light, which rose Legolas' spirits. He kept thinking how this was his chance to help Aragorn, and the others, though the recent events had knocked his confidence and pride, making him more nervous than he had ever been before.
Waiting in anticipation and fear, Legolas tried to take his mind off things by thinking of little things which made him laugh, like the time Gimli had tried to cross the river and slipped falling into the strong currented water, and it took both Boromir and Aragorn to get him out, and another time when the four hobbits had shown the rest of the fellowship a local hobbit game, using sticks, stones and a grid which was drawn in the earth, and Boromir had secretly stayed up all night so he could master it and beat Aragorn at it the next time they played. He chuckled at the fond memories and then went on to trying to name everyone he had ever met, he had reached his old childhood friend Endiliel who was number 120 when a familiar voice entered his head,
"Legolas, it is time, you remember what to do don't you?"
"Yes Gandalf, I do," Legolas replied firmly, shifting his position, so he could move better and quicker if need be. Taking a deep breath Legolas stood up silently and began the plan
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A great tower, beckoned over them, like a man would do over a mouse. It was a shiny pitch-black colour, surrounded by nothing but wasteland, and the sky was a dangerous red and purple mix.
"The pure essence of evil," Boromir muttered, looking up in horror. Gimli, for once was speechless, letting his eyes wander across the dismal wasteland and enticing surface of the tower. The hobbits filed in behind him, Frodo struggling at the back.
"They must not get the ring, its mine! I have to destroy it," Frodo's head screamed at him. Desperately searching for some form of escape, he found nothing except for a large stick to the side of the dusty path. He waited until he was just about to pass the object.
Sam watched Frodo collapse and was immediately worried for his master's safety, he tried to reach him but to no avail as his guarding Dylag held him roughly back, piercing Sam's skin with his talon like nails. He did not want to watch the Dylag moving over to Frodo's still form, but somehow he could not take his gaze off of the sight.
Frodo felt the dark presence over his body, as the Dylag dragged the hobbit up; Frodo snatched up the stick and forced the pointed end into the creature's chest. It let go of Frodo with a screech, and stood wobbling a bit and then crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
Boromir was shocked at this, but put Frodo's plan into action, he kicked the dumb-founded Dylag that was guarding him and cursed slightly at the discomfort of the sudden movement, for his back was still in pain from the torture earlier on. He swiftly grabbed the knife in the Dylag's sheath and elbowed the Dylag to keep him down, and then in one quick movement he cut its throat, the body, immediately melting away into nothing.
Two Dylags were down, and the remaining five hissed in anger. The one with Merry muttered something in the black speech and laid down his unconscious hostage, then joined another Dylag in trying to keep Gimli under-control. The dwarf had started trying to head but everything that got in his way. Boromir sank to the floor in utter exhaustion, though not totally giving up yet, he placed the Dylag's dagger between his knees and began to cut his bonds, he mentally assessed the small and most likely useless battle, Frodo had leapt up with new found energy attacking the Dylag holding Sam with his stick still in his hand, Gimli had two of the foul beings upon him, but knowing the dwarf he would not give up so easily, Merry was safe for now, it was Pippin he was worried about, the youngest hobbit was struggled in vain to escape the Dylag.
Finally braking the ropes around his wrists, Boromir staggered up and threw the dagger at the Dylag holding Pippin, it scored a hit but not a deadly one and the Dylag, now in a furious fit of rage charged at Boromir, they both landed in a heap on the floor. Pippin cried in fear and the Dylag gained control of Boromir and punched him square in the jaw.
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(Shall I stop now? Noooooooo)
Gandalf crept round to the other side of the camp and used his staff to see alight to a pile of wood the orcs were using for the fire, at first the fire spread slowly, but after a while it grew out of control, as if Gandalf was willing it to do so. Legolas was relatively unnoticed, only one orc was watching him.Grambug
Legolas wearily studied Grambug; he hated this orc more than anything he had ever hated before. The orc seemed undaunted by the elf's mobility and flash of warning in his eyes.
"I told ya I'd get ya, din' I?" Grambug taunted while fingering his dagger thoughtfully, "n' now, I can keep that promise, yes I can and ya'll wish ya neva been born!"
The orc charged at Legolas, the elf thought quickly, dropping to the floor and kicking the orc in the knees. Grambug stumbled but kept his feet, retreating back a few steps, he observed his opponent carefully.
"Ya never gonna escape, u'know that?" Grambug hissed, trying a new approach (for he was always better at out-smarting his enemies than fighting them head on).
"I think you underestimate my abilities," Legolas replied, he was slightly shocked at the sound of his voice- he hadn't heard it out loud in a while.
"You think ya can escape this camp unaided eh?" Grambug burst into a fit of insane laughter, "Ya don't stand a chance, and how about ya lil friend? Ya gonna try and escape with him too?!"
Legolas took in a deep breath; his hands were curled tightly into balls making the rope around his wrists tighter,
"I need to get this rope off somehow if I am to stand a chance against this foul creature," Legolas thought, "if only I can get that dagger Gambug has."
The orcs had long ago noticed the fire and were now charging around in a panic, Gandalf was amid them, but amazingly they unnoticed him, as if he were not there. He picked up Aragorn and placed him over his shoulder then made his way out of the camp. Hurak raced in out of the orcs, yelling orders and striking down any who were trying to escape, the fire was forming a ring around the camp, blocking everyone in, there was a small exit but it was filling up with flame fast.
Hurak noticed Gandalf moving towards the gap, with all his anger blinding him, he gave a yell and raced towards the wizard, Gandalf sensed the orc captain coming, holding tight onto his staff he spun around and pointed it to Hurak, the orc gave a pained cry as an invisible force threw him backwards, he landed on a pile of lit wood and fell, flames covering him and taking him to an early grave.
Legolas panted heavily, the struggle with Grambug was over, he spared a look at the fallen body of the one thing he came to hate the most, his eyes still open and wide from the shock of Legolas springing up while he was down and choking him with the very rope he had used to bind the elf. Legolas made quick work of the rope and using the rest of his strength he pulled himself into a low tree branch and scanned the area for Gandalf, sure enough the wizard was there, waiting..
OK now I'm not so happy about this chapter, I don't know why, just tell m what you think.
I'm sorry that I haven't updated as soon as I had promised, but I had a few problems, like computer problems and my great granddad has just recently died so I gave a little time to recover. Anyway thank you all for reviewing and I hope you enjoy this next chapter.
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The dark blanked sky was unusually clear and light, which rose Legolas' spirits. He kept thinking how this was his chance to help Aragorn, and the others, though the recent events had knocked his confidence and pride, making him more nervous than he had ever been before.
Waiting in anticipation and fear, Legolas tried to take his mind off things by thinking of little things which made him laugh, like the time Gimli had tried to cross the river and slipped falling into the strong currented water, and it took both Boromir and Aragorn to get him out, and another time when the four hobbits had shown the rest of the fellowship a local hobbit game, using sticks, stones and a grid which was drawn in the earth, and Boromir had secretly stayed up all night so he could master it and beat Aragorn at it the next time they played. He chuckled at the fond memories and then went on to trying to name everyone he had ever met, he had reached his old childhood friend Endiliel who was number 120 when a familiar voice entered his head,
"Legolas, it is time, you remember what to do don't you?"
"Yes Gandalf, I do," Legolas replied firmly, shifting his position, so he could move better and quicker if need be. Taking a deep breath Legolas stood up silently and began the plan
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A great tower, beckoned over them, like a man would do over a mouse. It was a shiny pitch-black colour, surrounded by nothing but wasteland, and the sky was a dangerous red and purple mix.
"The pure essence of evil," Boromir muttered, looking up in horror. Gimli, for once was speechless, letting his eyes wander across the dismal wasteland and enticing surface of the tower. The hobbits filed in behind him, Frodo struggling at the back.
"They must not get the ring, its mine! I have to destroy it," Frodo's head screamed at him. Desperately searching for some form of escape, he found nothing except for a large stick to the side of the dusty path. He waited until he was just about to pass the object.
Sam watched Frodo collapse and was immediately worried for his master's safety, he tried to reach him but to no avail as his guarding Dylag held him roughly back, piercing Sam's skin with his talon like nails. He did not want to watch the Dylag moving over to Frodo's still form, but somehow he could not take his gaze off of the sight.
Frodo felt the dark presence over his body, as the Dylag dragged the hobbit up; Frodo snatched up the stick and forced the pointed end into the creature's chest. It let go of Frodo with a screech, and stood wobbling a bit and then crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
Boromir was shocked at this, but put Frodo's plan into action, he kicked the dumb-founded Dylag that was guarding him and cursed slightly at the discomfort of the sudden movement, for his back was still in pain from the torture earlier on. He swiftly grabbed the knife in the Dylag's sheath and elbowed the Dylag to keep him down, and then in one quick movement he cut its throat, the body, immediately melting away into nothing.
Two Dylags were down, and the remaining five hissed in anger. The one with Merry muttered something in the black speech and laid down his unconscious hostage, then joined another Dylag in trying to keep Gimli under-control. The dwarf had started trying to head but everything that got in his way. Boromir sank to the floor in utter exhaustion, though not totally giving up yet, he placed the Dylag's dagger between his knees and began to cut his bonds, he mentally assessed the small and most likely useless battle, Frodo had leapt up with new found energy attacking the Dylag holding Sam with his stick still in his hand, Gimli had two of the foul beings upon him, but knowing the dwarf he would not give up so easily, Merry was safe for now, it was Pippin he was worried about, the youngest hobbit was struggled in vain to escape the Dylag.
Finally braking the ropes around his wrists, Boromir staggered up and threw the dagger at the Dylag holding Pippin, it scored a hit but not a deadly one and the Dylag, now in a furious fit of rage charged at Boromir, they both landed in a heap on the floor. Pippin cried in fear and the Dylag gained control of Boromir and punched him square in the jaw.
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(Shall I stop now? Noooooooo)
Gandalf crept round to the other side of the camp and used his staff to see alight to a pile of wood the orcs were using for the fire, at first the fire spread slowly, but after a while it grew out of control, as if Gandalf was willing it to do so. Legolas was relatively unnoticed, only one orc was watching him.Grambug
Legolas wearily studied Grambug; he hated this orc more than anything he had ever hated before. The orc seemed undaunted by the elf's mobility and flash of warning in his eyes.
"I told ya I'd get ya, din' I?" Grambug taunted while fingering his dagger thoughtfully, "n' now, I can keep that promise, yes I can and ya'll wish ya neva been born!"
The orc charged at Legolas, the elf thought quickly, dropping to the floor and kicking the orc in the knees. Grambug stumbled but kept his feet, retreating back a few steps, he observed his opponent carefully.
"Ya never gonna escape, u'know that?" Grambug hissed, trying a new approach (for he was always better at out-smarting his enemies than fighting them head on).
"I think you underestimate my abilities," Legolas replied, he was slightly shocked at the sound of his voice- he hadn't heard it out loud in a while.
"You think ya can escape this camp unaided eh?" Grambug burst into a fit of insane laughter, "Ya don't stand a chance, and how about ya lil friend? Ya gonna try and escape with him too?!"
Legolas took in a deep breath; his hands were curled tightly into balls making the rope around his wrists tighter,
"I need to get this rope off somehow if I am to stand a chance against this foul creature," Legolas thought, "if only I can get that dagger Gambug has."
The orcs had long ago noticed the fire and were now charging around in a panic, Gandalf was amid them, but amazingly they unnoticed him, as if he were not there. He picked up Aragorn and placed him over his shoulder then made his way out of the camp. Hurak raced in out of the orcs, yelling orders and striking down any who were trying to escape, the fire was forming a ring around the camp, blocking everyone in, there was a small exit but it was filling up with flame fast.
Hurak noticed Gandalf moving towards the gap, with all his anger blinding him, he gave a yell and raced towards the wizard, Gandalf sensed the orc captain coming, holding tight onto his staff he spun around and pointed it to Hurak, the orc gave a pained cry as an invisible force threw him backwards, he landed on a pile of lit wood and fell, flames covering him and taking him to an early grave.
Legolas panted heavily, the struggle with Grambug was over, he spared a look at the fallen body of the one thing he came to hate the most, his eyes still open and wide from the shock of Legolas springing up while he was down and choking him with the very rope he had used to bind the elf. Legolas made quick work of the rope and using the rest of his strength he pulled himself into a low tree branch and scanned the area for Gandalf, sure enough the wizard was there, waiting..
OK now I'm not so happy about this chapter, I don't know why, just tell m what you think.