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Ugh, if it seems as if my updates are becoming few and far between, please don't hang me! I'm in the process of doing ideas for TWO other fanfic ideas, so that my happy readers won't leave me when this tale is thru. Although that could be awhile, considering I have no idea where I'm ending this one! But anyway, thank ye bunches for all thee reviews. Don't mind the talk, just keep reading.
CAITLIN'S POV
"Come m'lady, you must eat something. Please, Caitlin, just eat a little bit of the breakfast I've made."
I shook my head slowly, the biggest frown on my face, but with Sam's constant urging I took the fork from his hand and ate what I guess was sausage. My dream last night had been of Elli getting swallowed up into a wolf's belly. Not very comforting.
"There ye go. I suppose that's all I'll get ye to eat until later, and by the frown on your face, I'm guessing you ain't much up to eating. But at least somethin's in your stomach."
"Elli," I whimpered. "I hope she's ok. I hope she's not eaten and in something's belly."
Sam got a downtrodden look on his face, but he seemed sympathetic of my emotions. I couldn't eat because I was upset, not because I had the feeling Elli was eaten. She was stronger than that, she'd fight until all of those creatures were dead.
"We should keep going. Dawn has come and the Mine's are close by," Gandalf said. Mechanically I packed up what little stuff I had, along with Elli's belongings. I refused to drop them altogether and burn 'em, in the hopes that Elli would return to us. She better return to us! I wasn't gonna lug her junk all over Middle-earth!
So we walked. I paid no attention to scenery or conversations, or twists or turns we made. I ignored the cold sun and the chill wind, and just kept walking. Emotions left me. I heard no laughing Elli voice behind me, and I had no need to roll my eyes because the voice wasn't there. The other hobbits found comfort in each other, and the men talked to one another. Aragorn spoke with Gandalf about the best path to take (Elli told me that as I watched the movie) and Legolas and Gimli made cracks at each other's race (Elli told me that, too). The only fellow left to chat with was Boromir. And if I was in a more talkative mood, I would've talked.
But he approached me first, with a few words of comfort. "Don't look so down, dear lady. Elli shall be found again. I know you believe in hope for her. We all do, in some form. Try to lighten your spirit, all is not lost."
He continued to walk next to me, even if we didn't actually speak again, but his words stuck in my head for the rest of the walk to Moria. I did believe in hope for her, even if there was no guarantee. But I hadn't the darnest clue how to lighten my spirit.
Daylight wore on and the group started to switch places. Gimli walked in the front next to Gandalf, probably really eager to see his beloved cousin's home. Too bad I didn't have the heart to tell him that it had become a tomb. Elli would've smacked me if I had done it anyway. If she were even here.
My mind wandered away and I started walking without listening to the others. I was behind Boromir now, and just followed his big bulk without paying any attention. I heard people calling out and saw them pointing in directions, but it was distant. I didn't care in the least about this journey. I had forgotten entirely about the balrogs too.
I heard a splash and nearly jumped out of my shoes. I spun around and was about to yell at Merry and Pippin to knock of the rock throwing when I saw a tentacle. A rather large one at that. It slipped back underneath the water without much of a noise, and before I could say anything, Gandalf did.
"Look! Can you see anything now?" he asked. And so I lifted my head and looked, and all I saw was that damn glowing door. The moonlight was reflecting off of it, and it shone rather pale at first, but you knew it was there. But some of the guys started getting excited about the pretty, gray, stone door, and who could mope with all that kind of commotion?
"Speak friend and enter?" I hear Merry question.
"Yes, that is simple enough," Gandalf said. "If you are a friend you speak the password and then the doors shall open so you can enter."
I heard a faint lapping of water, and turned around to see a tiny tentacle stick it's end out of the water on the far side of the water. I watched it closely, as it swayed back and forth for a few moments, before it silently slipped underneath the surface. That damn squid was become a nuisance. I watched the surface of the water as everyone else argued over the forgotten password to the dreadful doors of Moria.
"Do you know the password, Gandalf?" Boromir asked.
"No!" said the wizard.
'Melon. Melon. Melon," I thought in my head. 'It sounds like the fruit!'
"Well, if the door is inscribed with the language of the High Elves," spoke Legolas, "then the password must be in elven, shouldn't it?"
Wait? I didn't remember Elli telling me that Legolas gave the password. My eyes left the water and turned to him with a confused glance. No one looked at me though, so I just stood there, quite confused.
"If that be the case," the elf went on, "then the elven word for friend is mellon."
'Mel-lon? I thought it was the fruit!'
Open sesame! The starlight on the door faded into nothing, and the door opened up where cracks in the wall hadn't been seen before. Suddenly, a doorway stood open, with all due thanks to the elf who wasn't supposed to know that answer, but gave it anyway. I guess Elli and my presence in this world really did have an effect. Although I granted I didn't want to be here when the full effects happened.
All at once havoc gave birth, and Frodo felt the slippery tentacle around his hobbit ankle. He just happened to be standing next to me, and when he fell, I lunged to the ground and seized him for myself. Looking out over the water, I saw a couple more tentacles squirming, and held tight to Frodo's body. Sam came running to our side to make sure his master and me were okay. I looked at him, and then screamed for that dratted dark ranger. Finally Aragorn cut the tentacle so Frodo and myself didn't go swimming. Gandalf screamed for us to make for the stairs in the dark hallway beyond the doorway. I picked up the little hobbit, with Sam and Aragorn a few spaces in front of me and made it inside just as those tentacles brought the roof down.
ELLI'S POV
"Stop poking me you nitwit! I'm still breathing if that's what you want to know!"
"Pretty feisty you are little one, but you'll make the White One very happy. Oh yes ye will. Just sit still."
"What in gods sake do you want from me anyway? I don't have powers or rings or magic or anything of value to your so highly acclaimed White One, so why kidnap a hobbit?"
"The Master knows what he wants with you," spoke another slimy orc face. This one had worse breath than the other and I stuck my head down into my chest to try to avoid the stench. These creeps had tied me up nice and tight, wrapping a few number of cords around my chest and upper arms. To say the least, I couldn't move my upper body an inch.
After the orcs had kidnapped me and run off, they rested in the open plains in moonlight. They also chose to tie me up then, and as the moon slipped down and the sky turned pick in the east, the started roaming around for food. I just hoped I wasn't on the menu. They kept talking about leaving at daybreak, because only three of them had stayed here. The rest had run back, hoping to get back before the sun rose. These three decided to make me linger, so that they could return their last with their catch. Oh luck me.
"Put me down!" I screeched. The biggest of these lugs had put me under his arm again, holding me horizontal with my face to the ground.
"These are my orders, to keep going at dawn and to carry you to Isenguard."
"I don't want to go to Isenguard!" I yelled, squirming with all my might to get out of his grip. He didn't tighten his grip an inch, and suddenly I dropped to the ground. With his tiny skull and slow reflexes, I had just enough time to get to my feet and hobble off as fast I could. That didn't seem to be too quick, considering the position they'd tied me in, and the fact I had tiny hobbit legs, but these guys were obviously confused. I looked over my shoulder just as one of them pointed at me and ordered the other two to get me. Instead of running, they threw an axe at me head.
My screams echoed into the sky. I ducked to the ground, but not quick enough. The axe hit the rope tied around my middle and stayed there. The impact of the blow wasn't much, but I knew it had hit my skin on the back of my arm. What I didn't know was that it had cut the rope. I went to turn myself over, jump up, and run when I realized my arms were free. I looked at the back of my arm where the blade hit, and I saw a long, thin line of blood across my small arm. I looked at the coils of rope on the ground and saw the axe sticking out of it.
"Thanks!" I yelled. Picking up the rope and the axe and flying like a bat out of hell.
(A/N: Well, Elli is still living for those of you who grew fond of my hobbit-las. And don't ask about the whole "Legolas-knows-the-password". I had to do some changes, so why not give Legolas the Elf a role, even one as stupid and short lived as that? Please review and stay tuned for more. Lots more adventure is planned by yours truly)
Ugh, if it seems as if my updates are becoming few and far between, please don't hang me! I'm in the process of doing ideas for TWO other fanfic ideas, so that my happy readers won't leave me when this tale is thru. Although that could be awhile, considering I have no idea where I'm ending this one! But anyway, thank ye bunches for all thee reviews. Don't mind the talk, just keep reading.
CAITLIN'S POV
"Come m'lady, you must eat something. Please, Caitlin, just eat a little bit of the breakfast I've made."
I shook my head slowly, the biggest frown on my face, but with Sam's constant urging I took the fork from his hand and ate what I guess was sausage. My dream last night had been of Elli getting swallowed up into a wolf's belly. Not very comforting.
"There ye go. I suppose that's all I'll get ye to eat until later, and by the frown on your face, I'm guessing you ain't much up to eating. But at least somethin's in your stomach."
"Elli," I whimpered. "I hope she's ok. I hope she's not eaten and in something's belly."
Sam got a downtrodden look on his face, but he seemed sympathetic of my emotions. I couldn't eat because I was upset, not because I had the feeling Elli was eaten. She was stronger than that, she'd fight until all of those creatures were dead.
"We should keep going. Dawn has come and the Mine's are close by," Gandalf said. Mechanically I packed up what little stuff I had, along with Elli's belongings. I refused to drop them altogether and burn 'em, in the hopes that Elli would return to us. She better return to us! I wasn't gonna lug her junk all over Middle-earth!
So we walked. I paid no attention to scenery or conversations, or twists or turns we made. I ignored the cold sun and the chill wind, and just kept walking. Emotions left me. I heard no laughing Elli voice behind me, and I had no need to roll my eyes because the voice wasn't there. The other hobbits found comfort in each other, and the men talked to one another. Aragorn spoke with Gandalf about the best path to take (Elli told me that as I watched the movie) and Legolas and Gimli made cracks at each other's race (Elli told me that, too). The only fellow left to chat with was Boromir. And if I was in a more talkative mood, I would've talked.
But he approached me first, with a few words of comfort. "Don't look so down, dear lady. Elli shall be found again. I know you believe in hope for her. We all do, in some form. Try to lighten your spirit, all is not lost."
He continued to walk next to me, even if we didn't actually speak again, but his words stuck in my head for the rest of the walk to Moria. I did believe in hope for her, even if there was no guarantee. But I hadn't the darnest clue how to lighten my spirit.
Daylight wore on and the group started to switch places. Gimli walked in the front next to Gandalf, probably really eager to see his beloved cousin's home. Too bad I didn't have the heart to tell him that it had become a tomb. Elli would've smacked me if I had done it anyway. If she were even here.
My mind wandered away and I started walking without listening to the others. I was behind Boromir now, and just followed his big bulk without paying any attention. I heard people calling out and saw them pointing in directions, but it was distant. I didn't care in the least about this journey. I had forgotten entirely about the balrogs too.
I heard a splash and nearly jumped out of my shoes. I spun around and was about to yell at Merry and Pippin to knock of the rock throwing when I saw a tentacle. A rather large one at that. It slipped back underneath the water without much of a noise, and before I could say anything, Gandalf did.
"Look! Can you see anything now?" he asked. And so I lifted my head and looked, and all I saw was that damn glowing door. The moonlight was reflecting off of it, and it shone rather pale at first, but you knew it was there. But some of the guys started getting excited about the pretty, gray, stone door, and who could mope with all that kind of commotion?
"Speak friend and enter?" I hear Merry question.
"Yes, that is simple enough," Gandalf said. "If you are a friend you speak the password and then the doors shall open so you can enter."
I heard a faint lapping of water, and turned around to see a tiny tentacle stick it's end out of the water on the far side of the water. I watched it closely, as it swayed back and forth for a few moments, before it silently slipped underneath the surface. That damn squid was become a nuisance. I watched the surface of the water as everyone else argued over the forgotten password to the dreadful doors of Moria.
"Do you know the password, Gandalf?" Boromir asked.
"No!" said the wizard.
'Melon. Melon. Melon," I thought in my head. 'It sounds like the fruit!'
"Well, if the door is inscribed with the language of the High Elves," spoke Legolas, "then the password must be in elven, shouldn't it?"
Wait? I didn't remember Elli telling me that Legolas gave the password. My eyes left the water and turned to him with a confused glance. No one looked at me though, so I just stood there, quite confused.
"If that be the case," the elf went on, "then the elven word for friend is mellon."
'Mel-lon? I thought it was the fruit!'
Open sesame! The starlight on the door faded into nothing, and the door opened up where cracks in the wall hadn't been seen before. Suddenly, a doorway stood open, with all due thanks to the elf who wasn't supposed to know that answer, but gave it anyway. I guess Elli and my presence in this world really did have an effect. Although I granted I didn't want to be here when the full effects happened.
All at once havoc gave birth, and Frodo felt the slippery tentacle around his hobbit ankle. He just happened to be standing next to me, and when he fell, I lunged to the ground and seized him for myself. Looking out over the water, I saw a couple more tentacles squirming, and held tight to Frodo's body. Sam came running to our side to make sure his master and me were okay. I looked at him, and then screamed for that dratted dark ranger. Finally Aragorn cut the tentacle so Frodo and myself didn't go swimming. Gandalf screamed for us to make for the stairs in the dark hallway beyond the doorway. I picked up the little hobbit, with Sam and Aragorn a few spaces in front of me and made it inside just as those tentacles brought the roof down.
ELLI'S POV
"Stop poking me you nitwit! I'm still breathing if that's what you want to know!"
"Pretty feisty you are little one, but you'll make the White One very happy. Oh yes ye will. Just sit still."
"What in gods sake do you want from me anyway? I don't have powers or rings or magic or anything of value to your so highly acclaimed White One, so why kidnap a hobbit?"
"The Master knows what he wants with you," spoke another slimy orc face. This one had worse breath than the other and I stuck my head down into my chest to try to avoid the stench. These creeps had tied me up nice and tight, wrapping a few number of cords around my chest and upper arms. To say the least, I couldn't move my upper body an inch.
After the orcs had kidnapped me and run off, they rested in the open plains in moonlight. They also chose to tie me up then, and as the moon slipped down and the sky turned pick in the east, the started roaming around for food. I just hoped I wasn't on the menu. They kept talking about leaving at daybreak, because only three of them had stayed here. The rest had run back, hoping to get back before the sun rose. These three decided to make me linger, so that they could return their last with their catch. Oh luck me.
"Put me down!" I screeched. The biggest of these lugs had put me under his arm again, holding me horizontal with my face to the ground.
"These are my orders, to keep going at dawn and to carry you to Isenguard."
"I don't want to go to Isenguard!" I yelled, squirming with all my might to get out of his grip. He didn't tighten his grip an inch, and suddenly I dropped to the ground. With his tiny skull and slow reflexes, I had just enough time to get to my feet and hobble off as fast I could. That didn't seem to be too quick, considering the position they'd tied me in, and the fact I had tiny hobbit legs, but these guys were obviously confused. I looked over my shoulder just as one of them pointed at me and ordered the other two to get me. Instead of running, they threw an axe at me head.
My screams echoed into the sky. I ducked to the ground, but not quick enough. The axe hit the rope tied around my middle and stayed there. The impact of the blow wasn't much, but I knew it had hit my skin on the back of my arm. What I didn't know was that it had cut the rope. I went to turn myself over, jump up, and run when I realized my arms were free. I looked at the back of my arm where the blade hit, and I saw a long, thin line of blood across my small arm. I looked at the coils of rope on the ground and saw the axe sticking out of it.
"Thanks!" I yelled. Picking up the rope and the axe and flying like a bat out of hell.
(A/N: Well, Elli is still living for those of you who grew fond of my hobbit-las. And don't ask about the whole "Legolas-knows-the-password". I had to do some changes, so why not give Legolas the Elf a role, even one as stupid and short lived as that? Please review and stay tuned for more. Lots more adventure is planned by yours truly)