"Nice to see you come this far my dear," the orc that loomed above Airesiwe
hissed in a menacing voice. Airesiwe looked around with a panicked
expression. Large orc-like creatures surrounded her and stood above her.
"Didn't think you made it pass our little diversion.
Airesiwe stopped breathing so heavily and said in a quivering voice. "The wolves..."
"Yes. Little beauties them wolves. Helped us a lot. Unfortunately we weren't able to get your little friends, so we waited until you climbed back up. Didn't think you could do it, being a hobbit and all." The large orcs laughed and ordered the others to tie her hands. She was too tired and too sore to argue, but instead thought about the orcs last sentence... 'being a hobbit and all...' It finally hit her. 'Their after the ring, and they think I have it!' She started to panic, and struggled with the orcs that tried to tie her up. After a while she gave up, and let them drag her away.
It wasn't long until they had reached the river that the fellowship had parted at. Airesiwe fell asleep, she was so tired, and almost cried the second she awoke. What if things had changed? What if she had never come on this mission? These questions discouraged her, and for awhile she was glad the orcs were taking her away. Away from all the misery she had caused. But her thoughts soon vanished when she heard the orcs yelling at her.
"Can you swim?!" the head orc yelled to her. Airesiwe did not answer, in hope that she could trick them into letting her go.
"She's gonna hafto." Another orc yelled from in back of the group. Before Airesiwe knew, the orcs were yelling at each other and fighting and it was a big mess. She felt like running away, going down the river to her homeland and staying there for eternity. But she stood still, quivering at every move, hoping that the conflict would end soon. Eventually it did, after about four or five orcs laid on the ground still as rocks.
"It doesn't matter if she can swim or not," the large orc said. Get some wood and make some rafts. The orcs did as they were told. There were only about fifteen orcs, so it didn't take long to do. Airesiwe was shoved down on one of the rafts. The wood that stuck up from the sloppy raft went through her armor and gave her a couple slivers. She couldn't take it anymore. She laid down and covered herself with tears letting out loud gasps and sobs. She had wanted to let all this emotion out before, even when she was still with the Fellowship, but she didn't. She kept it all in until now. The orcs seemed to notice, because one of the tall orcs came by and stood over her. She looked up quivering, and stopped.
"We don't need any babies on our way back," the orcs yelled while smiling. He took out a long whip and thrashed it down upon her. There were multiple iron thorns at the end of it, and it dug into her armor. She stopped crying and shut her mouth. She never knew they would abuse her like this. The orcs piled onto the rafts and pushed off from the shore. Airesiwe turned her head and looked into the water by her side. She saw her reflection, and watched as a small tear rolled down her face.
~*~
After what seemed like forever, they finally reached the shore. She hoped that someone from Lothlorien would come. She had little daydreams in her head, and some would include her brother, or some experienced elf from Lothlorien coming out of the woods and killing all of the orcs. All but one. He would take the whip that was used on her and thrashed it down upon the orc, killing him as well. Airesiwe would be untied, and she would go back to Lothlorien, and live happily ever after.
She didn't know why she kept thinking about Lothlorien. It's just that it was such a beautiful place, and her true family was there. When the word 'family' popped into her mind she thought back to Arwen. She missed her even more than some of the people in Lothlorien. Arwen was like the sister she never had...the family she never had. She felt like crying again and wishing that she was here with her, experiencing all this pain and torture with her. But she kept her mouth shut, and dared not open it in front of the orc that whipped her.
"Hurry up there!" one of the orcs yelled. She winced as another piercing pain rose up in her back. She now knew that no matter what, they were going to whip her. She felt one of them pick her up and place her on the back of another orc. She rode on its back for a very long time, half the time she couldn't quite remember, for she was fast asleep. Every once and awhile the whip would come down on her, causing her to wake up. 'What have I gotten myself into?' she questioned as they ran along a golden plain, which unknown to her, was Rohan.
~*~
Days passed, and nothing changed. The orcs ran, she got whipped, they stopped to rest for awhile, then continued running all over again. It was like being in a world of Deja Vu, and not being able to overcome it. Every day was constant circle that seemed to lead her more and more into a trap.
After awakening from another hour or two from sleep, she noticed that she were no longer traveling across the plains, but rather they were near the edge of a forest. They were very close to the gates of Isengard, and it was at that time that Airesiwe finally realized that that was were she was going after all. She had never heard much of the evil wizard Saruman and the tower of Isengard, but she heard terrible stories that would always link back to him and his palace. It looked like a large black pole that shot out of the ground with large black spikes on top. She could tell that the walls of the "palace" were made by the power of wizards, and could not be undone. They were still at least a mile away from the gate, and it was in that time that the most unlikely thing happened. The orcs stopped.
"What is it?" one of the orcs asked the leader. "We're very close, we mustn't linger now."
"Something's...something's not right." The large orc stammered. It looked towards the forest, as so did the others. When Airesiwe looked too, she couldn't believe what she saw. There was a tree, but not just any tree. This tree was walking! It was tall and had long legs and fingers and arms. Airesiwe laughed at it, and couldn't wait to tell Arwen, if she ever saw her again. But her happiness did not last long. For the tree picked up a large boulder that was in a pile of even bigger boulders. The orcs shrieked with fear and Airesiwe was dropped. Her hands and feet were still bound, and she laid on the ground as orcs jumped over her, some even running on her. Airesiwe tried to get away, but her moves were limited by her bounds. The tree picked up the rock and flung it at the small colony of orcs in a fitful rage. The rock bounced a couple times and squashed a few orcs. Airesiwe lifted her head a ways to see the tree pick up another rock. It threw it again, and Airesiwe just managed to roll away from its direction just in time. There were only about a couple left at this time, and Airesiwe felt content that the tree would stop. But it didn't. It picked up yet another large boulder and flung it at Airesiwe's direction. Airesiwe rolled away, but found that her efforts were crushed when she rolled into a dead orc blocking the way. She looked at the rock heading towards her and closed her eyes as she listened for the sound of her delicate bones snapping.
Airesiwe stopped breathing so heavily and said in a quivering voice. "The wolves..."
"Yes. Little beauties them wolves. Helped us a lot. Unfortunately we weren't able to get your little friends, so we waited until you climbed back up. Didn't think you could do it, being a hobbit and all." The large orcs laughed and ordered the others to tie her hands. She was too tired and too sore to argue, but instead thought about the orcs last sentence... 'being a hobbit and all...' It finally hit her. 'Their after the ring, and they think I have it!' She started to panic, and struggled with the orcs that tried to tie her up. After a while she gave up, and let them drag her away.
It wasn't long until they had reached the river that the fellowship had parted at. Airesiwe fell asleep, she was so tired, and almost cried the second she awoke. What if things had changed? What if she had never come on this mission? These questions discouraged her, and for awhile she was glad the orcs were taking her away. Away from all the misery she had caused. But her thoughts soon vanished when she heard the orcs yelling at her.
"Can you swim?!" the head orc yelled to her. Airesiwe did not answer, in hope that she could trick them into letting her go.
"She's gonna hafto." Another orc yelled from in back of the group. Before Airesiwe knew, the orcs were yelling at each other and fighting and it was a big mess. She felt like running away, going down the river to her homeland and staying there for eternity. But she stood still, quivering at every move, hoping that the conflict would end soon. Eventually it did, after about four or five orcs laid on the ground still as rocks.
"It doesn't matter if she can swim or not," the large orc said. Get some wood and make some rafts. The orcs did as they were told. There were only about fifteen orcs, so it didn't take long to do. Airesiwe was shoved down on one of the rafts. The wood that stuck up from the sloppy raft went through her armor and gave her a couple slivers. She couldn't take it anymore. She laid down and covered herself with tears letting out loud gasps and sobs. She had wanted to let all this emotion out before, even when she was still with the Fellowship, but she didn't. She kept it all in until now. The orcs seemed to notice, because one of the tall orcs came by and stood over her. She looked up quivering, and stopped.
"We don't need any babies on our way back," the orcs yelled while smiling. He took out a long whip and thrashed it down upon her. There were multiple iron thorns at the end of it, and it dug into her armor. She stopped crying and shut her mouth. She never knew they would abuse her like this. The orcs piled onto the rafts and pushed off from the shore. Airesiwe turned her head and looked into the water by her side. She saw her reflection, and watched as a small tear rolled down her face.
~*~
After what seemed like forever, they finally reached the shore. She hoped that someone from Lothlorien would come. She had little daydreams in her head, and some would include her brother, or some experienced elf from Lothlorien coming out of the woods and killing all of the orcs. All but one. He would take the whip that was used on her and thrashed it down upon the orc, killing him as well. Airesiwe would be untied, and she would go back to Lothlorien, and live happily ever after.
She didn't know why she kept thinking about Lothlorien. It's just that it was such a beautiful place, and her true family was there. When the word 'family' popped into her mind she thought back to Arwen. She missed her even more than some of the people in Lothlorien. Arwen was like the sister she never had...the family she never had. She felt like crying again and wishing that she was here with her, experiencing all this pain and torture with her. But she kept her mouth shut, and dared not open it in front of the orc that whipped her.
"Hurry up there!" one of the orcs yelled. She winced as another piercing pain rose up in her back. She now knew that no matter what, they were going to whip her. She felt one of them pick her up and place her on the back of another orc. She rode on its back for a very long time, half the time she couldn't quite remember, for she was fast asleep. Every once and awhile the whip would come down on her, causing her to wake up. 'What have I gotten myself into?' she questioned as they ran along a golden plain, which unknown to her, was Rohan.
~*~
Days passed, and nothing changed. The orcs ran, she got whipped, they stopped to rest for awhile, then continued running all over again. It was like being in a world of Deja Vu, and not being able to overcome it. Every day was constant circle that seemed to lead her more and more into a trap.
After awakening from another hour or two from sleep, she noticed that she were no longer traveling across the plains, but rather they were near the edge of a forest. They were very close to the gates of Isengard, and it was at that time that Airesiwe finally realized that that was were she was going after all. She had never heard much of the evil wizard Saruman and the tower of Isengard, but she heard terrible stories that would always link back to him and his palace. It looked like a large black pole that shot out of the ground with large black spikes on top. She could tell that the walls of the "palace" were made by the power of wizards, and could not be undone. They were still at least a mile away from the gate, and it was in that time that the most unlikely thing happened. The orcs stopped.
"What is it?" one of the orcs asked the leader. "We're very close, we mustn't linger now."
"Something's...something's not right." The large orc stammered. It looked towards the forest, as so did the others. When Airesiwe looked too, she couldn't believe what she saw. There was a tree, but not just any tree. This tree was walking! It was tall and had long legs and fingers and arms. Airesiwe laughed at it, and couldn't wait to tell Arwen, if she ever saw her again. But her happiness did not last long. For the tree picked up a large boulder that was in a pile of even bigger boulders. The orcs shrieked with fear and Airesiwe was dropped. Her hands and feet were still bound, and she laid on the ground as orcs jumped over her, some even running on her. Airesiwe tried to get away, but her moves were limited by her bounds. The tree picked up the rock and flung it at the small colony of orcs in a fitful rage. The rock bounced a couple times and squashed a few orcs. Airesiwe lifted her head a ways to see the tree pick up another rock. It threw it again, and Airesiwe just managed to roll away from its direction just in time. There were only about a couple left at this time, and Airesiwe felt content that the tree would stop. But it didn't. It picked up yet another large boulder and flung it at Airesiwe's direction. Airesiwe rolled away, but found that her efforts were crushed when she rolled into a dead orc blocking the way. She looked at the rock heading towards her and closed her eyes as she listened for the sound of her delicate bones snapping.