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review. Thank you!!! I meant the humans talk to be uneducated and against
most spelling and grammar rules. BTW, I got just as excited writing this as
I hope you will when you read it, because I've been listening to "Shelob's
Lair" on the RotK soundtrack, and "The Steward of Gondor" when Billy is
singing. The timing may not be right on here because I can't check (I lost
my preciousessss books), please tell me. I'll fix it. Plz and thanx. Here
goes...
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I Would Never Betray You,
Please Remember Me
"Pippin I-"Merry began to scream to tell him they'd come to get him soon no matter where he was and how sorry he was, but before he could get anything else out, the wagon disappeared from sight.
Merry sat down and began to cry. Frodo was doing the same. On a normal basis one of the two would've tried to comfort the other, but not today. Merry had wanted his younger cousin in slavery to make him stay away, and Frodo allowed it. Eventually, they stopped crying, and went to find Strider and Sam so they could leave. The sooner they left, the better. For more reasons than one.
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Pippin tried to stay seated in the back of the wagon, but was being thrown around by the rough terrain of the road. He could hear the men in the front cursing about anything and everything they wanted to. Pippin just wanted to go home. He loved his cousins, but at the moment he never wanted to see them again. Who could blame him? 'I thought Merry was my best friend. And, Frodo had always been so nice to me before. Sam was a pleasant lad, too. How could they do this to me? Well, I'll show them something,' Pippin decided. 'They said that I couldn't go home because I'd just end up leaving and following them. Do they think I'm that stupid? I will run away from here or where ever I'm going. Not to follow them, but to run home. I'm NOT going to allow myself to stay a slave to some rich jerk, like they want me to,' Pippin deliberated a plan forming in his head. He contemplated over his idea of escape for quite a long while being completely and totally silent. After a while with none of Pippin's whines, grunts, or questions the humans got suspicious.
"Hey, you back there! What are ye up to?" the first human hollered over the sound of the horrid wind that was blowing and the sounds of the forest surrounding them. Pippin looked up and wondered how dumb and trusting these humans were.
"No good," he answered truthfully.
"Oh, shut up, you lazy ass! You can't be cookin up no troubles here. Yous going to be sold to a very old man. Calls himself one of them idiotic Istari's. Ain't that funny? There ain't really no Istari's left around this dumb place. Dey, all left for de west, and abandoned us mens. Ain't that horrible, Tenole?"
"Very horrible, Chakamir."
Pippin's eyes brightened when they mentioned an old Istari. 'Maybe Gandalf is going to get me!' he thought. 'That would be wonderful! Then he could take me home or somewhere else safe away from THEM, and I'd stay there. I wonder what my sisters and parents are doing right now. I wonder if they miss me...' he went on wondering about things that would never matter to him in the end. Before he got too carried away, he needed to really make sure it was Gandalf.
"Sirs?"
"What do you want, scum?" said Tenole.
"What is the name of my ...my new master?"
"Uh, Tenole, what's 'is name? The old bloke that's to buy that there hobbit slave?"
"Saru- Saru... oh, I can't remember! The slave can find out when 'e gets there. Not that he needs to know, 'cause he probably just like the others. Either master, or sir." Pippin's eyes opened in fear.
"Sauron? Is his first name Sauron, sirs?" Pippin asked scared to death.
"Sauron?" Chakamir started mocking him. "Oh, you think the one would really want a stupid hobbit to work for 'im? You give yourself to much credit, you do," Chakamir chuckled.
"Well, it wouldn't be to bad of an idea, Chaky. He could do lots of nice dirty work for him that taller and louder ones couldn't do. Hobbits are very useful ya know, if you can get 'em to obey. Dat part is the problem..." Tenole went on babbling about enslaved hobbits. Pippin wondered how many he could be outside of the Shire.
About a weeks worth of nights after that a hard, pounding rain started, and showed no sign of stopping. They were actually just a two day journey from Isengard. By now, Pippin was joined by other slaves in the wagon. Although, he did not really socialize with them. They had scared him though. The other slaves scared Pippin because they talked about the harsh, cruel, torturing, true life of a slave. Pippin swore at that moment out loud to never get a slave, and to free all he could. Also, they scared him in another way. One of the other slaves, a dwarf named Gallatania, had been the first that had tried to escape. The humans saw her and they killed her using a nearby ax, which coincidentally was Gallatania's. Other slaves had tried to escape as well. Let's just say they went from a wagon of fifteen to a wagon of seven. Of course not all of them were going to Isengard like our poor Pippin, some of them were going to Rohan or Gondor. Although with the storm this bad, it being pitch dark, and the wind howling so loud that even if Pippin stomped away from camp he would not be heard, he knew that he had to leave tonight, or never. He was just about to escape when something went amiss. He forgot to make sure the fire was out or he was out of it's seeing distance before he left.
"PERIGRIN TOOK, COME BACK HERE NOW OR YOU WILL HAVE A SLOW, PAINFUL DEATH, YOU SLUGGARD!!!!!!" bellowed one of the humans.
Pippin dashed off when he heard this. He didn't wanna die for not even getting three feet away from camp! He ran as fast as his furry little feet would carry him. (his feet are smaller than Merry, Sam, or Frodo's I think) Pippin kept running. He was almost out of site of the camp. 'I'm almost outta here!' he thought to himself. Then all of a sudden a sharp pain whipped his back. He cried out in pain. It kept hitting him, over and over again all over his back. It felt like a thousand daggers stabbing him over and over again. Pippin was getting bigger lashes on his back each time, each bringing a new wave of pain. Someone was catching up on him. Pippin knew he wouldn't win the race this way.
"I'm going to catch you yet you lazy, sluggard, bastard!!!" screamed one of the men. "I'm gonna catch your sorry little ass, and kill you! I'll make sure you suffer for the longest time possible, with the worse pain you can have without death! I'm gonna- GAK!!!!!" yelped the man, which Pippin thought was Chakamir.
Pippin had jumped over to the side behind a bush, and he picked up a large stick. Whenever the man came Pippin had put it out to trip him. He wasn't going to do it himself, because then the man could pull him out by the leg, and he'd be lost. It worked, and he didn't hear anymore come from him. 'I wonder if that's good or bad,' Pippin thought. 'Well, either way Yer (as he now called himself. It was short for Betrayer), you need to run. If that man catches up with you...' he let the thought fade. It did not need to be finished. Pippin started running off in the direction of what he thought was south, and didn't stop running until noon the next day.
*****
Meanwhile, back with the others Frodo had been stabbed and was in one of his frightful, restless dreams.
"Gandalf!" he called out as if he were to die that moment.
"There, there Mr. Frodo..." Sam was saying along with other words of his thought to be a little comforting. Sam was holding his hand. It was cold. "Mr. Merry! His hand is freezin' cold, and so is the rest of him I reckon. Do we have anymore blankets?" Sam asked.
"No. Frodo already has his blanket, my blanket, your blanket, and Strider's blanket. We don't have anymore," Merry replied sadly. "If only we hadn't gotten rid of Pippin. Not only so we could use his blanket, I just miss him. Maybe things would be different if he were here."
"Doubt it, Sir . I do miss him though Mr. Merry," Sam said mournfully. Merry was close to tears, but he didn't dare cry them here. He didn't particularly want the Black Riders to find them because of his sobs.
"Oh, all I would do if he could just still be here," he whispered quietly. "I love Pippin so much, he's my little cousin and best friend. If only, if only..." he mumbled into the night time storm.
"It'll be okay, Merry," Sam stated more confident than he felt.
"I just wish that-"
"PPPPIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Frodo wailed loudly.
Merry and Sam's ears perked up. They were scared they might here the horrible cry of the Nazgul piercing the night. They relaxed a little when the heard none, and squeezed Frodo's hands so he'd know someone was with him. They hoped this might silent him, but it was not so.
"PIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN!!!!!" Frodo screamed with all of his heart, lungs, and soul. "PIPPPPPPPPPPIIIIINNNNN COME BACK!!!" Frodo's body shook with his breathing and loud bawling.
"Shhh, it's okay Frodo. We're here with you..." Merry and Sam said at the same time. They shared a guilty look. This was going to be a long night.
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Well, that wasn't the best chapter I've ever written. *frown*
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I Would Never Betray You,
Please Remember Me
"Pippin I-"Merry began to scream to tell him they'd come to get him soon no matter where he was and how sorry he was, but before he could get anything else out, the wagon disappeared from sight.
Merry sat down and began to cry. Frodo was doing the same. On a normal basis one of the two would've tried to comfort the other, but not today. Merry had wanted his younger cousin in slavery to make him stay away, and Frodo allowed it. Eventually, they stopped crying, and went to find Strider and Sam so they could leave. The sooner they left, the better. For more reasons than one.
*****
Pippin tried to stay seated in the back of the wagon, but was being thrown around by the rough terrain of the road. He could hear the men in the front cursing about anything and everything they wanted to. Pippin just wanted to go home. He loved his cousins, but at the moment he never wanted to see them again. Who could blame him? 'I thought Merry was my best friend. And, Frodo had always been so nice to me before. Sam was a pleasant lad, too. How could they do this to me? Well, I'll show them something,' Pippin decided. 'They said that I couldn't go home because I'd just end up leaving and following them. Do they think I'm that stupid? I will run away from here or where ever I'm going. Not to follow them, but to run home. I'm NOT going to allow myself to stay a slave to some rich jerk, like they want me to,' Pippin deliberated a plan forming in his head. He contemplated over his idea of escape for quite a long while being completely and totally silent. After a while with none of Pippin's whines, grunts, or questions the humans got suspicious.
"Hey, you back there! What are ye up to?" the first human hollered over the sound of the horrid wind that was blowing and the sounds of the forest surrounding them. Pippin looked up and wondered how dumb and trusting these humans were.
"No good," he answered truthfully.
"Oh, shut up, you lazy ass! You can't be cookin up no troubles here. Yous going to be sold to a very old man. Calls himself one of them idiotic Istari's. Ain't that funny? There ain't really no Istari's left around this dumb place. Dey, all left for de west, and abandoned us mens. Ain't that horrible, Tenole?"
"Very horrible, Chakamir."
Pippin's eyes brightened when they mentioned an old Istari. 'Maybe Gandalf is going to get me!' he thought. 'That would be wonderful! Then he could take me home or somewhere else safe away from THEM, and I'd stay there. I wonder what my sisters and parents are doing right now. I wonder if they miss me...' he went on wondering about things that would never matter to him in the end. Before he got too carried away, he needed to really make sure it was Gandalf.
"Sirs?"
"What do you want, scum?" said Tenole.
"What is the name of my ...my new master?"
"Uh, Tenole, what's 'is name? The old bloke that's to buy that there hobbit slave?"
"Saru- Saru... oh, I can't remember! The slave can find out when 'e gets there. Not that he needs to know, 'cause he probably just like the others. Either master, or sir." Pippin's eyes opened in fear.
"Sauron? Is his first name Sauron, sirs?" Pippin asked scared to death.
"Sauron?" Chakamir started mocking him. "Oh, you think the one would really want a stupid hobbit to work for 'im? You give yourself to much credit, you do," Chakamir chuckled.
"Well, it wouldn't be to bad of an idea, Chaky. He could do lots of nice dirty work for him that taller and louder ones couldn't do. Hobbits are very useful ya know, if you can get 'em to obey. Dat part is the problem..." Tenole went on babbling about enslaved hobbits. Pippin wondered how many he could be outside of the Shire.
About a weeks worth of nights after that a hard, pounding rain started, and showed no sign of stopping. They were actually just a two day journey from Isengard. By now, Pippin was joined by other slaves in the wagon. Although, he did not really socialize with them. They had scared him though. The other slaves scared Pippin because they talked about the harsh, cruel, torturing, true life of a slave. Pippin swore at that moment out loud to never get a slave, and to free all he could. Also, they scared him in another way. One of the other slaves, a dwarf named Gallatania, had been the first that had tried to escape. The humans saw her and they killed her using a nearby ax, which coincidentally was Gallatania's. Other slaves had tried to escape as well. Let's just say they went from a wagon of fifteen to a wagon of seven. Of course not all of them were going to Isengard like our poor Pippin, some of them were going to Rohan or Gondor. Although with the storm this bad, it being pitch dark, and the wind howling so loud that even if Pippin stomped away from camp he would not be heard, he knew that he had to leave tonight, or never. He was just about to escape when something went amiss. He forgot to make sure the fire was out or he was out of it's seeing distance before he left.
"PERIGRIN TOOK, COME BACK HERE NOW OR YOU WILL HAVE A SLOW, PAINFUL DEATH, YOU SLUGGARD!!!!!!" bellowed one of the humans.
Pippin dashed off when he heard this. He didn't wanna die for not even getting three feet away from camp! He ran as fast as his furry little feet would carry him. (his feet are smaller than Merry, Sam, or Frodo's I think) Pippin kept running. He was almost out of site of the camp. 'I'm almost outta here!' he thought to himself. Then all of a sudden a sharp pain whipped his back. He cried out in pain. It kept hitting him, over and over again all over his back. It felt like a thousand daggers stabbing him over and over again. Pippin was getting bigger lashes on his back each time, each bringing a new wave of pain. Someone was catching up on him. Pippin knew he wouldn't win the race this way.
"I'm going to catch you yet you lazy, sluggard, bastard!!!" screamed one of the men. "I'm gonna catch your sorry little ass, and kill you! I'll make sure you suffer for the longest time possible, with the worse pain you can have without death! I'm gonna- GAK!!!!!" yelped the man, which Pippin thought was Chakamir.
Pippin had jumped over to the side behind a bush, and he picked up a large stick. Whenever the man came Pippin had put it out to trip him. He wasn't going to do it himself, because then the man could pull him out by the leg, and he'd be lost. It worked, and he didn't hear anymore come from him. 'I wonder if that's good or bad,' Pippin thought. 'Well, either way Yer (as he now called himself. It was short for Betrayer), you need to run. If that man catches up with you...' he let the thought fade. It did not need to be finished. Pippin started running off in the direction of what he thought was south, and didn't stop running until noon the next day.
*****
Meanwhile, back with the others Frodo had been stabbed and was in one of his frightful, restless dreams.
"Gandalf!" he called out as if he were to die that moment.
"There, there Mr. Frodo..." Sam was saying along with other words of his thought to be a little comforting. Sam was holding his hand. It was cold. "Mr. Merry! His hand is freezin' cold, and so is the rest of him I reckon. Do we have anymore blankets?" Sam asked.
"No. Frodo already has his blanket, my blanket, your blanket, and Strider's blanket. We don't have anymore," Merry replied sadly. "If only we hadn't gotten rid of Pippin. Not only so we could use his blanket, I just miss him. Maybe things would be different if he were here."
"Doubt it, Sir . I do miss him though Mr. Merry," Sam said mournfully. Merry was close to tears, but he didn't dare cry them here. He didn't particularly want the Black Riders to find them because of his sobs.
"Oh, all I would do if he could just still be here," he whispered quietly. "I love Pippin so much, he's my little cousin and best friend. If only, if only..." he mumbled into the night time storm.
"It'll be okay, Merry," Sam stated more confident than he felt.
"I just wish that-"
"PPPPIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Frodo wailed loudly.
Merry and Sam's ears perked up. They were scared they might here the horrible cry of the Nazgul piercing the night. They relaxed a little when the heard none, and squeezed Frodo's hands so he'd know someone was with him. They hoped this might silent him, but it was not so.
"PIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN!!!!!" Frodo screamed with all of his heart, lungs, and soul. "PIPPPPPPPPPPIIIIINNNNN COME BACK!!!" Frodo's body shook with his breathing and loud bawling.
"Shhh, it's okay Frodo. We're here with you..." Merry and Sam said at the same time. They shared a guilty look. This was going to be a long night.
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Well, that wasn't the best chapter I've ever written. *frown*
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Please review and tell me what ya think, or how I could improbe. Please to the highest degree!!! No flames. Blah, blah, blah, just please review, ppppllllleeeeeaaaaaaaassssssseeeeeeeee. LOL. Thank you. G'bye Entmoot