Disclaimer: see ch. 1
Chapter 8
Torture and Uruks
Rated PG/PG-13
The Orcs and Uruks dragged her into a clearing and went to go fight, but not before they tied her up to a tree. She was able to watch the whole thing from where she was, including Merry and Pippin's escape. They had tried to come and save her, but she told them to go, find Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli, for they are closer. She told them to go into the forest.
As they ran away from her, they sadly looked back, hoping to see her again.
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"I will not tell you anything!" Tir protested. "I do not know where anyone of the Fellowship resides!" "Ah, but my sources tell me otherwise." said Saruman happily. "Is it not true that Lord Elrond and Gandalf the Grey put you on the Fellowship because you could see the future?" Tir blinked, and Saruman smiled slyly. "So you do know where everybody is. Tell me." Tir looked up at him hard. She tried to get away, forgetting that she was loosely attached to the dungeon wall by chains around her wrists. "I WILL NEVER SPEAK!"
The wizards eyes narrowed. "TELL ME!" Saruman lifted his staff and pointed it to Tir. All of the sudden she was thrown against the wall. Hard. "You are one strong Elf, to not tell me when I ask for anything. Tell me NOW!" And she was thrown against the wall yet again, the force finally breaking her skin.
"I.. said... to... TELL... ME!!!" Saruman jerked his staff left and right, and Tir followed, banging against the walls as if she were only a mere puppet. Finally he stopped. "So, will you tell me now? Or is your stubbornness to great?" Tir did not answer, she just looked away, with many cuts and bruises on her face. "You won't speak? Fine!" he laughed. "You are putting yourself in this position!" he turned to his Orc minions. "Take her away and torture her until she gives information. If you have to torture her until she becomes an Orc, so be it."
The Orcs walked up to her and undid the chains. They yanked her up by her hair, but she still did not scream. They pulled her over to Saruman. "You are quite strong, I will give you that." he nodded to the orcs. "Now to the torture chamber with her!" he kicked her in the leg, making her reflexes cause her to crumple. She just sat there, until the Orcs pulled her up yet again by her hair. "LEGOLAS!" she screamed.
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Legolas stopped walking, listening to the wind. "I heard her." he said. Aragorn stopped and turned around. "She is not here." he said, answering his unspoken question. "Not in these woods. She is still with Orcs and Uruks." Aragorn and Gimli sighed. "Any news is good news for us, I suppose." said Gimli sadly.
They came to the edge of the forest and Aragorn place his head to the ground, listening.
"Their pace has quickened. They must of caught our scent. Hurry!" he got up and started running down the hill. Legolas followed the human, and when he noticed the dwarf was far behind, he yelled for him. "Come on, Gimli!" The dwarf had started complaining about the running again, but Aragorn and Legolas had learned how to tune him out.
Legolas was remembering Tir's voice. It had a sound that he could not place. It was loud and...and..."Echo! It echoed! She's at Isengard!" Aragorn and Gimli quickly turned around. "How do you know?" asked Aragorn curiously. "Are the hobbits there?" "I hope not." They went on running, Legolas having to every so often make sure Gimli was keeping up.
Aragorn bent down and picked up something. "Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall." he said, showing the Elf and the dwarf the brooch he found. "They may yet be alive!" Legolas ran ahead, scanning the horizon.
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"Legolas! What do your elf eyes see?" asked Aragorn. "The Uruks turn northeast... They're taking the hobbits to Isengard! Where Tir is!" "Saruman." replied Aragorn shortly.
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Saruman looked into his Palantir, conversing with the Dark Lord. "The elf will not speak, my Lord. She has been tortured day and night, and yet she still holds strong." "The world is changing. She will speak, when the one she loves is threatened." replied Sauron.
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"A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night." All of the sudden, Legolas looked up. "Riders." he said. They hid behind boulders. When Aragorn saw who the riders were, they leapt out.
"Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?" asked Aragorn. The riders quickly surrounded the trio, spears at the ready. "What business does an elf, a man, and a dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!" spoke the leader of the group. "Give me your name, Horsemaster, and I shall give you mine." "I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher off the ground." Like lightning, Legolas knocked his arrow and pointed it at the Man. "You would die before your stroke fell!" he said, anger getting the better of him.
All of the Riders aimed their spears. It was a tense moment. Then Aragorn pushed Legolas's arm down and talked to the leader. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas, of the Woodland Realm. We are friends of Rohan, and of Theoden, your King."
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Tir looked around the familiar dungeon room. She was amazed that her tunic and leggings were in somewhat one piece. She hurt all over.
'No wait.' she thought to herself. 'I don't feel a thing. I hurt to much to feel.' she sighed, trying to find something happy to think about. 'This is torture.' she thought sadly. 'And I thought Social Studies was torture. Boy, was I wrong... oh, no! Please... no...'
The Orcs had come back. They yanked her up by the hair, roughly undid her chains, and pulled her away from the wall. They lead her up the dungeon stairs towards torture.
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"AAARGH!" yelled Tir, pain finally searing through her body like thousands of hot, sharp knifes. "I wi-will no-not sp-speak!" shouted Tir, meaning for Saruman to hear.
"My Lord, this is one stubborn Elf. This is her fifth day of torture, yet she speaks of nothing." said Saruman, worried. "Keep going. She shall break soon, and you will know her weakness."
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"But there were two hobbits? Did you see two hobbits with them?" asked Gimli hopefully. "They would be small- only children to your eyes." said Aragorn. "We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them." replied Eomer, pointing to a pile a little ways off. "Any others that were not Orcs or Uruks?" asked Legolas. "We did not see any." replied Eomer. "They're dead?" asked Gimli, not believing. "I am sorry." answered Eomer sadly.
Legolas put his hand on the dwarf's shoulder for comfort and sighed.
"Hasufel! Arod!" called Eomer, resulting in two horses coming to the front. "May these horses bear you to better fortune then their former masters. Farwell" Eomer pulled himself onto his horse. "Look for your friends, but do not trust hope." and with that, the Riders of Rohan rode off.
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Legolas looked on, hoping to find some sign that the hobbits, or Tir, were once here. When he could see none in the distance, he bowed his head, closed his eyes and muttered "Hiro ith ab 'wanath..." "AAARRGGHH!" yelled Aragorn in frustration. Legolas looked at his friend as the man fell to his knees. "We have failed them." sad Gimli sadly.
Legolas noticed that Aragorn looked to the side and saw something. "A hobbit lay here, and the other...They crawled...Their hands were bound...Their bonds were cut...They ran over here and were followed...The tracks lead away from the battle...Into the Fangorn forest." "Fangorn. What madness drove them there?" asked Gimli.
"Look!" shouted Legolas. "Though it is not a good sign." Gimli and Aragorn rushed over to where Legolas was standing. There they saw weapons laying on the ground. Legolas bent down and picked up the blade. "Definitely Elvish." muttered Gimli. "Yes." replied Legolas. "And definitely Tir's. She must have been captured, for she would not have abandon her weapons. Look! There is Uruk blood on this blade. She fought for her freedom, but did not earn it. And she was not burned in the pile, she is not free like Merry and Pippin, so..." "She must be at Isengard." muttered Aragorn. "But she is a strong elf. I promise we shall help her soon, be we must attend to Merry and Pippin."
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Tir, pain torturing her already broken body. "Enough! Let her be. There is always later." The Orcs crudely lifted Tir from the device, and yanked her back to her dungeon.
When they got there, they fastened her chains and left her there. She used to protest, and she'd kill quite an amazing amount of Orcs with her bare hands, but now she was just too numb. She wondered if Telepathy was an option she could use. Anything was worth a try, for she was desperate. 'Legolas!' she thought desperately. 'It is me, Tir. Please help me. I hurt. I'm numb. And I don't wish to be an Orc. I want to be with you. I need you. The hobbits shall be alright, which you'll soon know...' she started to suffocate on the poisonous air around her. ' I...need...you...' she thought, before slipping into darkness.
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Legolas was on top of a horse along with Gimli, Gandalf, King Theoden, Aragorn, and some of the Kings Riders. They were heading towards Isengard, and they would be there in five minutes. Legolas wanted to go there, to find the hobbits, to find Tir.
Suddenly, he stopped his horse, listening with all his might.
"What is it, Legolas?" questioned Aragorn quietly. Legolas simply placed a finger to his lips and continued listening.
"Legolas..." he heard. "...me, Tir...help me...hurt...numb...don't wish to be an Orc...hobbits shall be alright..." he heard some coughing, then a fading voice. "I...need...you." Legolas looked up, sweating and pale.
"What did you hear?" asked Aragorn. "Tir." replied the Elf.
"Ah, yes." said Gandalf, mostly for the Rohanan's information. 'If it is concentrated hard enough, and the elf is in great need or peril, then an elf can sort of 'shout out' to another elf. Sort of like being telepathic." The Riders nodded, understanding.
"What is the problem?" asked Gimli, noticing that the elf was still pale and sweaty. "They are torturing her, obviously for our whereabouts, and Saruman apparently doesn't care if she becomes an Orc. She is weak, and obviously hasn't given in yet." Aragorn looked thoughtful for a moment, then said. "Anything else?" "Yes." replied Legolas. "'The hobbits shall be alright.' She said nothing more." said the elf, leaving out the "I need you." part.
"Hello fine sirs!" said a small, yet cheerful voice. Everyone looked up. To their surprise, they were at Isengard, and it was already destroyed. The voice they heard had belonged to "Merry!" said Gimli happily. "And Pippin." said Legolas, happy as well that they found the hobbits.
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"Any news from the last time we met, Strider?" asked a curious Pippin. "No, but I suppose you know of Tir?" "Aye." replied the two hobbits sadly. "We tried to free her, but she said that we needed to find you first." said Pippin, glancing at four of the Fellowship. "Is she alright?" asked Merry nervously. "Unfortunately, no." answered Legolas. "Saruman has been torturing her, and he apparently will go any length to find our whereabouts, for he is threatening to turn her into an Orc. It has been nine days, and I do not think she has spoken yet." Merry and Pippin looked amazed. "Whoa, she is one strong elf!" breathed Pippin. "Yes, but she cannot hold for long." replied Legolas.
"Which is why we must save her." said Aragorn. Gandalf nodded his agreement. "We wish to help!" said Merry. "She did say we could free her, after we found you." Aragorn nodded. "Even though we found you." Merry smiled. "I think she doesn't really care right now." he said.
"Ahem!" said Gandalf. "Legolas, Aragorn, Merry, and Pippin, you shall go to fine Tir. Gimli, you stay out here incase they need help." Everyone nodded, and went on their way.
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Tir was woken by a bang. She opened her eyes, and found that it was just a rat. She sighed, but ended up stopping for the pain was to much. All of the sudden, she heard multiple footsteps on the staircase, and figured it was the Orcs again. But as she listened closely, she heard that it was not Orcs.
One set of light feet, barely making a sound, A pair of hard feet, soft, but still loud, and two pairs of little feet, making a little more sound then the first set.
'Legolas, Aragorn, and the hobbits.' she thought, but she was slipping in and out of conciseness again, the fumes and pain getting to be too much, and the group was to far away...
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"You go first." Legolas said to the hobbits. 'You are smaller. Just see if she is there." As the hobbits scurried down the hall, Legolas saw a hint of gold in the far back. The elf and the human waited for a couple of moments, until the hobbits came back.
"Legolas, I'm pretty sure it is her, but..." said Merry. "Well, you come and see. You too, Strider." ordered Pippin. They followed the hobbits to the last cell in the dungeon.
There was a body lying there. "Tir!" cried Legolas. But she had to of been put through a terrible ordeal, for she was dirty, almost beyond recognition, she had multiple cuts and bruises, and her golden hair had even lost it's natural glow.
"Oh my gods!" muttered Legolas. "We must get her out!" said Aragorn urgently. They looked around, and found a set of keys. Merry handed it to Aragorn, who found the correct key and opened the door for Legolas.
The elf rushed, hoping that Tir was alright. He was thankful that the Orcs had not bothered to fasten all of her chains, only her arms. Legolas quickly undid these, and the unconscious elf fell limp into his arms. "We must get out of here now." said Legolas urgently, standing up with out effort. The others nodded, and they ran up the stairs.
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"Legolas..."moaned Tir painfully. "Aragorn, somebody..." "Shhh!" she heard some one hiss. "She's coming 'round!" she opened her eyes to find a cheerful pair of hobbits staring down at her.
"Merry...Pippin?" she asked, confused, and in more pain then before. "The hobbits nodded, and pointed around them, moving so Tir could see. "And Legolas, and Aragorn, and Gandalf, and-"
Legolas rushed forward, kneeled down in front of Tir, who was covered in everyone's blankets, or cloak, and was still shivering. "Legolas?" muttered Tir, disbelieving. Legolas nodded.
Tir tried to sit up, but could barely lift her head. Aragorn lifted her up gently, and placed her in Legolas's lap.
Tir looked up at everybody, her eyes resting on King Theoden. "Ah..."she said, remembering. "King Theoden?" the King nodded, a bit confused. "I shall tell you later, old friend." Gandalf told him.
Tir looked at the Riders. "And the Riders of Rohan. You have had the battle?" They looked at her in awe, nodding. She turned to Gandalf. "I have not told." she said weakly. "Saruman knew that I had the gift, but I did not tell."
"Shhh, melamin." Legolas whispered soothingly. "Let her ride with me." said Legolas. "We must get back to the rest of the riders and Gimli. They are probably curious." King Theoden nodded, and the group rode off, Tir with Legolas on his horse, in an uneasy sleep.
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"I imagine I can walk now, Legolas." said Tir defiantly. She was still incredibly weak, but she could at least walk short distances. Her tunic and leggings were still tattered, but she still insisted on wearing them. She had been most pleased when she had been given her weapons back.
"Finally." she said. No one asked her what she meant, but they weren't sure that thy wanted to know either.
Everybody had noticed that she had lost her "glow", as Pippin called it, especially in her hair. She had been saved three days ago, and still looked horrible. She felt horrible, as she could not move certain ways, and she could not walk far. She felt as if she was holding up the group, though no body complained.
"No." said Legolas in the same tone. "You are riding, with me. We need to get back to Helm's Deep, and quickly.
Legolas had tried to feed her some meat, but she took one bite, and her stomach could not handle it. Aragorn handed Legolas some lembas, but she could barely place on her tongue with out having her body shake and lurch violently.
"Well, if you can't even get the lembas into your mouth, what are you going to eat?" questioned Merry. Gandalf looked sadly at Legolas, then at the others. "She is almost an Orc. As you know, Orcs cannot eat Elvish food, or usually wear Elvish clothing. I suppose the reason she can wear this is because she was wearing it when captured." Legolas looked hard at Gandalf, as if trying to detect of it was a lie.
"No, Legolas, it is not a lie. She shall get better, but it will take a long, long time, I'm afraid. She shall not be able to eat Elvish food, or certain human foods as well. I'm sorry."
Legolas looked down at Tir, who was sitting, just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing but staring at something they could not see. All of the sudden, she jumped up, shouting "NO! Go away! I shan't tell you anything! Stop haunting me!" she started to run away, but Legolas stretched out his arm and caught her around the middle. She kicked and screamed, trying to get out of his grip, but he only tightened.
"Melamin! What is wrong with you? Melamin!" But Gandalf grabbed his arm and told him to drop her. "She will not run, trust me." Legolas let her go, and she just let her self sit on the ground, violently shaking again
"I do not know if we saved her in time, Legolas. She could have been just turning into an Orc when you got her." "Can't you do some sort of spell?" he asked Gandalf angrily. "You were able to do that to take her away from me. Obviously you can do the same to keep her with me!" "Havo dad, Legolas." Aragorn said calmly.
"NO! I WILL NOT SIT DOWN, ARAGORN!" shouted Legolas, and in the process snapping Tir out of the trance. "Legolas, I'm so hungry. Give me some bread, I can eat that." Legolas sighed, accepted the bread handed to him from Aragorn, and gave it to Tir, who ate it slowly.
'I do not want to loose her again.' thought Legolas.
Chapter 8
Torture and Uruks
Rated PG/PG-13
The Orcs and Uruks dragged her into a clearing and went to go fight, but not before they tied her up to a tree. She was able to watch the whole thing from where she was, including Merry and Pippin's escape. They had tried to come and save her, but she told them to go, find Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli, for they are closer. She told them to go into the forest.
As they ran away from her, they sadly looked back, hoping to see her again.
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"I will not tell you anything!" Tir protested. "I do not know where anyone of the Fellowship resides!" "Ah, but my sources tell me otherwise." said Saruman happily. "Is it not true that Lord Elrond and Gandalf the Grey put you on the Fellowship because you could see the future?" Tir blinked, and Saruman smiled slyly. "So you do know where everybody is. Tell me." Tir looked up at him hard. She tried to get away, forgetting that she was loosely attached to the dungeon wall by chains around her wrists. "I WILL NEVER SPEAK!"
The wizards eyes narrowed. "TELL ME!" Saruman lifted his staff and pointed it to Tir. All of the sudden she was thrown against the wall. Hard. "You are one strong Elf, to not tell me when I ask for anything. Tell me NOW!" And she was thrown against the wall yet again, the force finally breaking her skin.
"I.. said... to... TELL... ME!!!" Saruman jerked his staff left and right, and Tir followed, banging against the walls as if she were only a mere puppet. Finally he stopped. "So, will you tell me now? Or is your stubbornness to great?" Tir did not answer, she just looked away, with many cuts and bruises on her face. "You won't speak? Fine!" he laughed. "You are putting yourself in this position!" he turned to his Orc minions. "Take her away and torture her until she gives information. If you have to torture her until she becomes an Orc, so be it."
The Orcs walked up to her and undid the chains. They yanked her up by her hair, but she still did not scream. They pulled her over to Saruman. "You are quite strong, I will give you that." he nodded to the orcs. "Now to the torture chamber with her!" he kicked her in the leg, making her reflexes cause her to crumple. She just sat there, until the Orcs pulled her up yet again by her hair. "LEGOLAS!" she screamed.
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Legolas stopped walking, listening to the wind. "I heard her." he said. Aragorn stopped and turned around. "She is not here." he said, answering his unspoken question. "Not in these woods. She is still with Orcs and Uruks." Aragorn and Gimli sighed. "Any news is good news for us, I suppose." said Gimli sadly.
They came to the edge of the forest and Aragorn place his head to the ground, listening.
"Their pace has quickened. They must of caught our scent. Hurry!" he got up and started running down the hill. Legolas followed the human, and when he noticed the dwarf was far behind, he yelled for him. "Come on, Gimli!" The dwarf had started complaining about the running again, but Aragorn and Legolas had learned how to tune him out.
Legolas was remembering Tir's voice. It had a sound that he could not place. It was loud and...and..."Echo! It echoed! She's at Isengard!" Aragorn and Gimli quickly turned around. "How do you know?" asked Aragorn curiously. "Are the hobbits there?" "I hope not." They went on running, Legolas having to every so often make sure Gimli was keeping up.
Aragorn bent down and picked up something. "Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall." he said, showing the Elf and the dwarf the brooch he found. "They may yet be alive!" Legolas ran ahead, scanning the horizon.
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"Legolas! What do your elf eyes see?" asked Aragorn. "The Uruks turn northeast... They're taking the hobbits to Isengard! Where Tir is!" "Saruman." replied Aragorn shortly.
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Saruman looked into his Palantir, conversing with the Dark Lord. "The elf will not speak, my Lord. She has been tortured day and night, and yet she still holds strong." "The world is changing. She will speak, when the one she loves is threatened." replied Sauron.
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"A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night." All of the sudden, Legolas looked up. "Riders." he said. They hid behind boulders. When Aragorn saw who the riders were, they leapt out.
"Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?" asked Aragorn. The riders quickly surrounded the trio, spears at the ready. "What business does an elf, a man, and a dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!" spoke the leader of the group. "Give me your name, Horsemaster, and I shall give you mine." "I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher off the ground." Like lightning, Legolas knocked his arrow and pointed it at the Man. "You would die before your stroke fell!" he said, anger getting the better of him.
All of the Riders aimed their spears. It was a tense moment. Then Aragorn pushed Legolas's arm down and talked to the leader. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas, of the Woodland Realm. We are friends of Rohan, and of Theoden, your King."
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Tir looked around the familiar dungeon room. She was amazed that her tunic and leggings were in somewhat one piece. She hurt all over.
'No wait.' she thought to herself. 'I don't feel a thing. I hurt to much to feel.' she sighed, trying to find something happy to think about. 'This is torture.' she thought sadly. 'And I thought Social Studies was torture. Boy, was I wrong... oh, no! Please... no...'
The Orcs had come back. They yanked her up by the hair, roughly undid her chains, and pulled her away from the wall. They lead her up the dungeon stairs towards torture.
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"AAARGH!" yelled Tir, pain finally searing through her body like thousands of hot, sharp knifes. "I wi-will no-not sp-speak!" shouted Tir, meaning for Saruman to hear.
"My Lord, this is one stubborn Elf. This is her fifth day of torture, yet she speaks of nothing." said Saruman, worried. "Keep going. She shall break soon, and you will know her weakness."
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"But there were two hobbits? Did you see two hobbits with them?" asked Gimli hopefully. "They would be small- only children to your eyes." said Aragorn. "We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them." replied Eomer, pointing to a pile a little ways off. "Any others that were not Orcs or Uruks?" asked Legolas. "We did not see any." replied Eomer. "They're dead?" asked Gimli, not believing. "I am sorry." answered Eomer sadly.
Legolas put his hand on the dwarf's shoulder for comfort and sighed.
"Hasufel! Arod!" called Eomer, resulting in two horses coming to the front. "May these horses bear you to better fortune then their former masters. Farwell" Eomer pulled himself onto his horse. "Look for your friends, but do not trust hope." and with that, the Riders of Rohan rode off.
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Legolas looked on, hoping to find some sign that the hobbits, or Tir, were once here. When he could see none in the distance, he bowed his head, closed his eyes and muttered "Hiro ith ab 'wanath..." "AAARRGGHH!" yelled Aragorn in frustration. Legolas looked at his friend as the man fell to his knees. "We have failed them." sad Gimli sadly.
Legolas noticed that Aragorn looked to the side and saw something. "A hobbit lay here, and the other...They crawled...Their hands were bound...Their bonds were cut...They ran over here and were followed...The tracks lead away from the battle...Into the Fangorn forest." "Fangorn. What madness drove them there?" asked Gimli.
"Look!" shouted Legolas. "Though it is not a good sign." Gimli and Aragorn rushed over to where Legolas was standing. There they saw weapons laying on the ground. Legolas bent down and picked up the blade. "Definitely Elvish." muttered Gimli. "Yes." replied Legolas. "And definitely Tir's. She must have been captured, for she would not have abandon her weapons. Look! There is Uruk blood on this blade. She fought for her freedom, but did not earn it. And she was not burned in the pile, she is not free like Merry and Pippin, so..." "She must be at Isengard." muttered Aragorn. "But she is a strong elf. I promise we shall help her soon, be we must attend to Merry and Pippin."
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Tir, pain torturing her already broken body. "Enough! Let her be. There is always later." The Orcs crudely lifted Tir from the device, and yanked her back to her dungeon.
When they got there, they fastened her chains and left her there. She used to protest, and she'd kill quite an amazing amount of Orcs with her bare hands, but now she was just too numb. She wondered if Telepathy was an option she could use. Anything was worth a try, for she was desperate. 'Legolas!' she thought desperately. 'It is me, Tir. Please help me. I hurt. I'm numb. And I don't wish to be an Orc. I want to be with you. I need you. The hobbits shall be alright, which you'll soon know...' she started to suffocate on the poisonous air around her. ' I...need...you...' she thought, before slipping into darkness.
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Legolas was on top of a horse along with Gimli, Gandalf, King Theoden, Aragorn, and some of the Kings Riders. They were heading towards Isengard, and they would be there in five minutes. Legolas wanted to go there, to find the hobbits, to find Tir.
Suddenly, he stopped his horse, listening with all his might.
"What is it, Legolas?" questioned Aragorn quietly. Legolas simply placed a finger to his lips and continued listening.
"Legolas..." he heard. "...me, Tir...help me...hurt...numb...don't wish to be an Orc...hobbits shall be alright..." he heard some coughing, then a fading voice. "I...need...you." Legolas looked up, sweating and pale.
"What did you hear?" asked Aragorn. "Tir." replied the Elf.
"Ah, yes." said Gandalf, mostly for the Rohanan's information. 'If it is concentrated hard enough, and the elf is in great need or peril, then an elf can sort of 'shout out' to another elf. Sort of like being telepathic." The Riders nodded, understanding.
"What is the problem?" asked Gimli, noticing that the elf was still pale and sweaty. "They are torturing her, obviously for our whereabouts, and Saruman apparently doesn't care if she becomes an Orc. She is weak, and obviously hasn't given in yet." Aragorn looked thoughtful for a moment, then said. "Anything else?" "Yes." replied Legolas. "'The hobbits shall be alright.' She said nothing more." said the elf, leaving out the "I need you." part.
"Hello fine sirs!" said a small, yet cheerful voice. Everyone looked up. To their surprise, they were at Isengard, and it was already destroyed. The voice they heard had belonged to "Merry!" said Gimli happily. "And Pippin." said Legolas, happy as well that they found the hobbits.
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"Any news from the last time we met, Strider?" asked a curious Pippin. "No, but I suppose you know of Tir?" "Aye." replied the two hobbits sadly. "We tried to free her, but she said that we needed to find you first." said Pippin, glancing at four of the Fellowship. "Is she alright?" asked Merry nervously. "Unfortunately, no." answered Legolas. "Saruman has been torturing her, and he apparently will go any length to find our whereabouts, for he is threatening to turn her into an Orc. It has been nine days, and I do not think she has spoken yet." Merry and Pippin looked amazed. "Whoa, she is one strong elf!" breathed Pippin. "Yes, but she cannot hold for long." replied Legolas.
"Which is why we must save her." said Aragorn. Gandalf nodded his agreement. "We wish to help!" said Merry. "She did say we could free her, after we found you." Aragorn nodded. "Even though we found you." Merry smiled. "I think she doesn't really care right now." he said.
"Ahem!" said Gandalf. "Legolas, Aragorn, Merry, and Pippin, you shall go to fine Tir. Gimli, you stay out here incase they need help." Everyone nodded, and went on their way.
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Tir was woken by a bang. She opened her eyes, and found that it was just a rat. She sighed, but ended up stopping for the pain was to much. All of the sudden, she heard multiple footsteps on the staircase, and figured it was the Orcs again. But as she listened closely, she heard that it was not Orcs.
One set of light feet, barely making a sound, A pair of hard feet, soft, but still loud, and two pairs of little feet, making a little more sound then the first set.
'Legolas, Aragorn, and the hobbits.' she thought, but she was slipping in and out of conciseness again, the fumes and pain getting to be too much, and the group was to far away...
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"You go first." Legolas said to the hobbits. 'You are smaller. Just see if she is there." As the hobbits scurried down the hall, Legolas saw a hint of gold in the far back. The elf and the human waited for a couple of moments, until the hobbits came back.
"Legolas, I'm pretty sure it is her, but..." said Merry. "Well, you come and see. You too, Strider." ordered Pippin. They followed the hobbits to the last cell in the dungeon.
There was a body lying there. "Tir!" cried Legolas. But she had to of been put through a terrible ordeal, for she was dirty, almost beyond recognition, she had multiple cuts and bruises, and her golden hair had even lost it's natural glow.
"Oh my gods!" muttered Legolas. "We must get her out!" said Aragorn urgently. They looked around, and found a set of keys. Merry handed it to Aragorn, who found the correct key and opened the door for Legolas.
The elf rushed, hoping that Tir was alright. He was thankful that the Orcs had not bothered to fasten all of her chains, only her arms. Legolas quickly undid these, and the unconscious elf fell limp into his arms. "We must get out of here now." said Legolas urgently, standing up with out effort. The others nodded, and they ran up the stairs.
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"Legolas..."moaned Tir painfully. "Aragorn, somebody..." "Shhh!" she heard some one hiss. "She's coming 'round!" she opened her eyes to find a cheerful pair of hobbits staring down at her.
"Merry...Pippin?" she asked, confused, and in more pain then before. "The hobbits nodded, and pointed around them, moving so Tir could see. "And Legolas, and Aragorn, and Gandalf, and-"
Legolas rushed forward, kneeled down in front of Tir, who was covered in everyone's blankets, or cloak, and was still shivering. "Legolas?" muttered Tir, disbelieving. Legolas nodded.
Tir tried to sit up, but could barely lift her head. Aragorn lifted her up gently, and placed her in Legolas's lap.
Tir looked up at everybody, her eyes resting on King Theoden. "Ah..."she said, remembering. "King Theoden?" the King nodded, a bit confused. "I shall tell you later, old friend." Gandalf told him.
Tir looked at the Riders. "And the Riders of Rohan. You have had the battle?" They looked at her in awe, nodding. She turned to Gandalf. "I have not told." she said weakly. "Saruman knew that I had the gift, but I did not tell."
"Shhh, melamin." Legolas whispered soothingly. "Let her ride with me." said Legolas. "We must get back to the rest of the riders and Gimli. They are probably curious." King Theoden nodded, and the group rode off, Tir with Legolas on his horse, in an uneasy sleep.
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"I imagine I can walk now, Legolas." said Tir defiantly. She was still incredibly weak, but she could at least walk short distances. Her tunic and leggings were still tattered, but she still insisted on wearing them. She had been most pleased when she had been given her weapons back.
"Finally." she said. No one asked her what she meant, but they weren't sure that thy wanted to know either.
Everybody had noticed that she had lost her "glow", as Pippin called it, especially in her hair. She had been saved three days ago, and still looked horrible. She felt horrible, as she could not move certain ways, and she could not walk far. She felt as if she was holding up the group, though no body complained.
"No." said Legolas in the same tone. "You are riding, with me. We need to get back to Helm's Deep, and quickly.
Legolas had tried to feed her some meat, but she took one bite, and her stomach could not handle it. Aragorn handed Legolas some lembas, but she could barely place on her tongue with out having her body shake and lurch violently.
"Well, if you can't even get the lembas into your mouth, what are you going to eat?" questioned Merry. Gandalf looked sadly at Legolas, then at the others. "She is almost an Orc. As you know, Orcs cannot eat Elvish food, or usually wear Elvish clothing. I suppose the reason she can wear this is because she was wearing it when captured." Legolas looked hard at Gandalf, as if trying to detect of it was a lie.
"No, Legolas, it is not a lie. She shall get better, but it will take a long, long time, I'm afraid. She shall not be able to eat Elvish food, or certain human foods as well. I'm sorry."
Legolas looked down at Tir, who was sitting, just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing but staring at something they could not see. All of the sudden, she jumped up, shouting "NO! Go away! I shan't tell you anything! Stop haunting me!" she started to run away, but Legolas stretched out his arm and caught her around the middle. She kicked and screamed, trying to get out of his grip, but he only tightened.
"Melamin! What is wrong with you? Melamin!" But Gandalf grabbed his arm and told him to drop her. "She will not run, trust me." Legolas let her go, and she just let her self sit on the ground, violently shaking again
"I do not know if we saved her in time, Legolas. She could have been just turning into an Orc when you got her." "Can't you do some sort of spell?" he asked Gandalf angrily. "You were able to do that to take her away from me. Obviously you can do the same to keep her with me!" "Havo dad, Legolas." Aragorn said calmly.
"NO! I WILL NOT SIT DOWN, ARAGORN!" shouted Legolas, and in the process snapping Tir out of the trance. "Legolas, I'm so hungry. Give me some bread, I can eat that." Legolas sighed, accepted the bread handed to him from Aragorn, and gave it to Tir, who ate it slowly.
'I do not want to loose her again.' thought Legolas.
