Chapter 17 (wow we wrote a lot!)
A/N: I can't believe this! We have over 50 reviews! So thank you to all that reviewed! It makes me insanely happy, which makes me hyper which is .........er.........interesting to say the least. So thank you to everyone who reviewed. (That doesn't mean stop reviewing, of course!!!) Just some updates: By the time this chapter is posted, I could have posted some other things up on the account. So when this is up, go check it out. This story is almost over, not many chapters left probably. It will get boring if we drag it out too long (and if you think its boring reading it, think how bored we are writing it!). There will be a sequel, so keep checking out for that. Anyway, onto the story. I am such a procrastinator. I procrastinate procrastinating!
Chapter 17
I crept along behind Sam (well I crept, he thundered).
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam called loudly, "Mr. Frodo, where are you?" I kicked him.
"Ow, what was that for?" He yelled.
"We have to be quiet!" I whispered.
"Oh. Sorry." He whispered back. "Mr. Frodo!"
His "whisper" was so loud, I'm sure Ali heard it back at camp. I rolled my eyes. No use talking to him. We crept (and thundered) a bit further until we hit a clearing with a straight drop from the edge of it. There was Frodo, watching a scene below him.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam rushed over to the hobbit, almost knocking him over in an embrace (a friendly one).
"Shh, Sam, look!" Frodo pointed over the edge of the drop. Sam and I peeked over.
Some sort of battle was going on below and it was chaos. The men we could see were being slaughtered by men we couldn't see. One after another, men would just fall, stuck with arrows from invisible opponents. Suddenly a large creature came into view. It walked calmly among the men, even though it was more that three times taller than the tallest. Men were on it's back in some contraption that looked like a sedan chair.
"Oliphunt," breathed Sam. "It's an Oliphunt!" His face lit up. Frodo was staring, wide-eyed.
Abruptly, an arrow lodged behind its ear, shot by one of the invisible men. It reared and trumpeted. I thought I heard my eardrums pop. Then it charged. Straight for US! Men fell off as I scrambled to one side and Frodo and Sam scrambled to another. I landed in a bush. A thorn bush.
"Ouch!" I yelled as I squirmed out of the bush. Or at least I tried to squirm out of the bush. A strong arm grabbed my waist and a hand was over my mouth before I could yell. I was then pinned to the ground. I tried to kick my attacker but I was laying facedown in dirt, my attacker's body on top of me. I tried to scream again. No sound came out. I was beginning to panic. Where were these people going to take me? Why did they want me? And most importantly, What were they going to do with me?
From my vantage point in the bushes, I could see Frodo and Sam get up and talk to each other. They started to walk off, only to find themselves in the same predicament as me (except no thorns, unfair!). Only then did I think of Ali. No one could warn her! She would be captured as well and we would all be in the same boat. Damn.
Suddenly my attacker roughly dragged me upright.
"Come on!" He growled. Now I could see that he was a foot taller and much more muscular than I was. I decided NOT to struggle. A broken limb would not do anything good for our situation.
"What do you want us to do with them now?" the man holding Sam asked.
"Tie their hands and blindfold them." said the man holding Frodo. He was tall, with longish hair. He looked a bit familiar.
"Wait!" I yelled. "You can't - mmmmph!" My plea for help was cut off by my attacker forcing my mouth open and stuffing a gag in.
"Don't tell us what we can't do, girl. Because we can." The tall man with the longish hair hissed at me. I yelled at him, but no one could understand what I was saying because of the gag. (Probably just as well, it was R-rated language.)
"If you resist, we will carry you." The same man said. "Do you want to be carried?" I glared at him. Of course I didn't, but I wasn't going to let him get the better of me. I wish I hadn't been born so stubborn.
"I take that as a yes." He motioned to my attacker. My attacker shrugged, picked me up, and then slung me over his shoulders like a sack of grain. Grrrr....
"Now, girl, if you move, I'll kill you," said the tall man with the longish hair, taking out his sword and putting it up to my neck. Little did he know.........heh heh heh. "Men, we move on." Oh damn, Sam, Frodo, and I certainly were in some sort of situation. I could only hope that Ali was okay and was in a good enough mood to save us.
A/N: I can't believe this! We have over 50 reviews! So thank you to all that reviewed! It makes me insanely happy, which makes me hyper which is .........er.........interesting to say the least. So thank you to everyone who reviewed. (That doesn't mean stop reviewing, of course!!!) Just some updates: By the time this chapter is posted, I could have posted some other things up on the account. So when this is up, go check it out. This story is almost over, not many chapters left probably. It will get boring if we drag it out too long (and if you think its boring reading it, think how bored we are writing it!). There will be a sequel, so keep checking out for that. Anyway, onto the story. I am such a procrastinator. I procrastinate procrastinating!
Chapter 17
I crept along behind Sam (well I crept, he thundered).
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam called loudly, "Mr. Frodo, where are you?" I kicked him.
"Ow, what was that for?" He yelled.
"We have to be quiet!" I whispered.
"Oh. Sorry." He whispered back. "Mr. Frodo!"
His "whisper" was so loud, I'm sure Ali heard it back at camp. I rolled my eyes. No use talking to him. We crept (and thundered) a bit further until we hit a clearing with a straight drop from the edge of it. There was Frodo, watching a scene below him.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam rushed over to the hobbit, almost knocking him over in an embrace (a friendly one).
"Shh, Sam, look!" Frodo pointed over the edge of the drop. Sam and I peeked over.
Some sort of battle was going on below and it was chaos. The men we could see were being slaughtered by men we couldn't see. One after another, men would just fall, stuck with arrows from invisible opponents. Suddenly a large creature came into view. It walked calmly among the men, even though it was more that three times taller than the tallest. Men were on it's back in some contraption that looked like a sedan chair.
"Oliphunt," breathed Sam. "It's an Oliphunt!" His face lit up. Frodo was staring, wide-eyed.
Abruptly, an arrow lodged behind its ear, shot by one of the invisible men. It reared and trumpeted. I thought I heard my eardrums pop. Then it charged. Straight for US! Men fell off as I scrambled to one side and Frodo and Sam scrambled to another. I landed in a bush. A thorn bush.
"Ouch!" I yelled as I squirmed out of the bush. Or at least I tried to squirm out of the bush. A strong arm grabbed my waist and a hand was over my mouth before I could yell. I was then pinned to the ground. I tried to kick my attacker but I was laying facedown in dirt, my attacker's body on top of me. I tried to scream again. No sound came out. I was beginning to panic. Where were these people going to take me? Why did they want me? And most importantly, What were they going to do with me?
From my vantage point in the bushes, I could see Frodo and Sam get up and talk to each other. They started to walk off, only to find themselves in the same predicament as me (except no thorns, unfair!). Only then did I think of Ali. No one could warn her! She would be captured as well and we would all be in the same boat. Damn.
Suddenly my attacker roughly dragged me upright.
"Come on!" He growled. Now I could see that he was a foot taller and much more muscular than I was. I decided NOT to struggle. A broken limb would not do anything good for our situation.
"What do you want us to do with them now?" the man holding Sam asked.
"Tie their hands and blindfold them." said the man holding Frodo. He was tall, with longish hair. He looked a bit familiar.
"Wait!" I yelled. "You can't - mmmmph!" My plea for help was cut off by my attacker forcing my mouth open and stuffing a gag in.
"Don't tell us what we can't do, girl. Because we can." The tall man with the longish hair hissed at me. I yelled at him, but no one could understand what I was saying because of the gag. (Probably just as well, it was R-rated language.)
"If you resist, we will carry you." The same man said. "Do you want to be carried?" I glared at him. Of course I didn't, but I wasn't going to let him get the better of me. I wish I hadn't been born so stubborn.
"I take that as a yes." He motioned to my attacker. My attacker shrugged, picked me up, and then slung me over his shoulders like a sack of grain. Grrrr....
"Now, girl, if you move, I'll kill you," said the tall man with the longish hair, taking out his sword and putting it up to my neck. Little did he know.........heh heh heh. "Men, we move on." Oh damn, Sam, Frodo, and I certainly were in some sort of situation. I could only hope that Ali was okay and was in a good enough mood to save us.