Katalia, Baragon, and his family are mine no touchy!
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Chapter 13
They were before the gates at Mordor. Baragorn's mind was spinning. ~Katalia's in there. Unless she escaped.~ he added hopefully, but with one look at the tall gates, his hopes shattered. ~But that's impossible. But what if she escaped before she got in? That's possible. But, she was unconscious and no one has seen her.~ The situation had it's pro's and cons, but this time, it was a matter or life and death.
Images kept running through his head of Katalia being tortured, whip lashes, blood, pain.
~I at least must see if she's in there or I will go mad.~
Baragon made his way to the side of the army then started to stealthily move towards the gates. Avoiding the gazes of his fellow soliders. He stood straight against the wall, unnoticed then the gates opened and orcs came out. Not looked to the side all kept their gaze on the army in front of them. After the orcs came out before the gates was shut Baragon slipped in. He took the rope he saw on the wall to the right of him and started looking. After a while he realized the best place was to look on the lower levels of the fortress, the dungeons. She would be in the dungeons if anywhere. As he went he let the rope fall so he could retrace his steps. Mordor was practically empty of orcs.
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~If I open my eyes they will start torturing me again.~ thought Katalia. She had just come back from her last blackout. How long had she been here? Days, weeks, months, even years? She had no idea. She had lost all track of time. Her body was wracked with pain. ~Will it ever end?~ Then an orc came over to her holding a knife.
"Leave me alone!"
Katalia said as loud as she could. Just before the orc advanced on her, gleaming knife in hand, someone knocked it down, slaying it instantly. ~Am I already dead?~ she looked in astonishment at the figure withdrawing his sword from the orc's body. ~It's couldn't be...~
Baragon knelt next to her still chained body, unclocking the locks. With a sad smile he then held her to his chest as tears began to fall from her cheeks.
Katalia was so overjoyed to see him and too overwhelmed with pain to remember to be nasty to him "This is a dream, you were dead. I was dead... I died...."
"Shhh, Katalia, be still. I am here, and by the good grace of the Valar." he smiled, "We two are both still living." "Baragon, am I going to live?" Her eyes were so innocent, and so deathly calm.
"Of course." Baragon said reassuringly, mostly to himself, to come this far was not to admit defeat.Yet she was so badly wounded... Cuts, bruises and red welts adorning her torn body.
"Now we got to get out of here."
"I can't walk. I can't even move very much." More tears, she felt to helpless, so weak.
"I'll carry you." Baragon said gently, lifting her into his arms. ~She's so light.~
They started on their way meeting an orc here or there. Then they came by a group of around 20 orcs. ~This is it.~ is all Katalia could think of when all of a sudden the ground started to rumble. Baragon ran to the walls, stumbling and grabbing up the rope, tied a know and threw it on top of the wall. Then he preceded to scramble up the rope. Katalia on his back holding on for dear life. The ground kept rumbling and it grew worse making it more difficult for Baragon to climb, but he had to. Finally they were outside of Mordor. Baragon ran away with Katalia in his arms.
Mordor fell behind them, they didn't look back, they had made it. Baragon collasped on the
ground, exhausted.
"You could have killed yourself. You shouldn't have gone after me. I'm going to die anyway. Why did you come save me?"
"Because I didn't want to loose you like I lost my father." Baragon choked out tears coming to his eyes. He missed his father dearly.
"Your father is dead?"
"Yes."
"I'm so sorry Baragon." Then she remembered, ~He can't love me! I must go home someday. But Baragon would only go after a person he cared about. I failed!~ She wanted to cry, she wanted to comfort him, she wanted to hate him, she wanted to escape the dimness and pain that seemed to cloud her mind. She didn't want to die. She wanted... "Baragon" she whispered, and her mind filled with the darkness once again. ****************************************************** I know I'm evil! My story only has three more chapters than its over.
Namarie,
Katalia
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Chapter 13
They were before the gates at Mordor. Baragorn's mind was spinning. ~Katalia's in there. Unless she escaped.~ he added hopefully, but with one look at the tall gates, his hopes shattered. ~But that's impossible. But what if she escaped before she got in? That's possible. But, she was unconscious and no one has seen her.~ The situation had it's pro's and cons, but this time, it was a matter or life and death.
Images kept running through his head of Katalia being tortured, whip lashes, blood, pain.
~I at least must see if she's in there or I will go mad.~
Baragon made his way to the side of the army then started to stealthily move towards the gates. Avoiding the gazes of his fellow soliders. He stood straight against the wall, unnoticed then the gates opened and orcs came out. Not looked to the side all kept their gaze on the army in front of them. After the orcs came out before the gates was shut Baragon slipped in. He took the rope he saw on the wall to the right of him and started looking. After a while he realized the best place was to look on the lower levels of the fortress, the dungeons. She would be in the dungeons if anywhere. As he went he let the rope fall so he could retrace his steps. Mordor was practically empty of orcs.
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~If I open my eyes they will start torturing me again.~ thought Katalia. She had just come back from her last blackout. How long had she been here? Days, weeks, months, even years? She had no idea. She had lost all track of time. Her body was wracked with pain. ~Will it ever end?~ Then an orc came over to her holding a knife.
"Leave me alone!"
Katalia said as loud as she could. Just before the orc advanced on her, gleaming knife in hand, someone knocked it down, slaying it instantly. ~Am I already dead?~ she looked in astonishment at the figure withdrawing his sword from the orc's body. ~It's couldn't be...~
Baragon knelt next to her still chained body, unclocking the locks. With a sad smile he then held her to his chest as tears began to fall from her cheeks.
Katalia was so overjoyed to see him and too overwhelmed with pain to remember to be nasty to him "This is a dream, you were dead. I was dead... I died...."
"Shhh, Katalia, be still. I am here, and by the good grace of the Valar." he smiled, "We two are both still living." "Baragon, am I going to live?" Her eyes were so innocent, and so deathly calm.
"Of course." Baragon said reassuringly, mostly to himself, to come this far was not to admit defeat.Yet she was so badly wounded... Cuts, bruises and red welts adorning her torn body.
"Now we got to get out of here."
"I can't walk. I can't even move very much." More tears, she felt to helpless, so weak.
"I'll carry you." Baragon said gently, lifting her into his arms. ~She's so light.~
They started on their way meeting an orc here or there. Then they came by a group of around 20 orcs. ~This is it.~ is all Katalia could think of when all of a sudden the ground started to rumble. Baragon ran to the walls, stumbling and grabbing up the rope, tied a know and threw it on top of the wall. Then he preceded to scramble up the rope. Katalia on his back holding on for dear life. The ground kept rumbling and it grew worse making it more difficult for Baragon to climb, but he had to. Finally they were outside of Mordor. Baragon ran away with Katalia in his arms.
Mordor fell behind them, they didn't look back, they had made it. Baragon collasped on the
ground, exhausted.
"You could have killed yourself. You shouldn't have gone after me. I'm going to die anyway. Why did you come save me?"
"Because I didn't want to loose you like I lost my father." Baragon choked out tears coming to his eyes. He missed his father dearly.
"Your father is dead?"
"Yes."
"I'm so sorry Baragon." Then she remembered, ~He can't love me! I must go home someday. But Baragon would only go after a person he cared about. I failed!~ She wanted to cry, she wanted to comfort him, she wanted to hate him, she wanted to escape the dimness and pain that seemed to cloud her mind. She didn't want to die. She wanted... "Baragon" she whispered, and her mind filled with the darkness once again. ****************************************************** I know I'm evil! My story only has three more chapters than its over.
Namarie,
Katalia