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Pippin was running through the dark corridors of Orthanc, his feet drumming against the cold marble floor. Ugly stone gargoyles loomed up around him. Leering at him. Taunting him. Bu there was a light at the end of the passage. A bright, comforting light. Pippin longed with all his heart to reach it. To feel its warmth against his icy skin, to relax in its happy glow. He needed to reach it, to escape from this evil, hate-ridden place. There was a figure in the light and the small hobbit recognised it instantly.
"Merry! Help me! I can't get to you! Merry! Merry!" Pippin called frantically to his cousin. Merry held his hand out to Pippin and he tried to reach it, tried to make his legs go faster, but they wouldn't. If anything, he seemed to be going backwards. Tears of frustration sprang to Pippin's eyes and spilled down his cheeks. Merry had turned away from him and was walking further into the light. Suddenly, icy hands gripped Pippin's arms and he was jerked around to look up into the chiselled face of Saruman.
"Noooo!"
Pippin awoke with a cry. He was still chained up in Saruman's chamber. He fell forward but pulled himself back almost instantly as hi raw wrists were rubbed once again by the rusty metal that held him. His eyes felt puffy and he could feel drying tears on his cheeks. His head ached and slowly he began to piece together the events of the day before. His mental fight with Saruman, him pushing the wizard out of his mind, stopping him from finding the information about the quest.
His eyelids were closing again with tiredness, but with a bang the door opened and the two orcs that had collected Merry swaggered in.
"Runt's still alive then? Didn't think he would be with Saruman in that much of a temper!" Said the taller one.
"Ee knows 'ow to keep 'em alive duz old Sharkey. You should know that by now Lazmig" crowed the short one.
"Probably keeping him for us then. Knows we like a bit of entertainment 'eh Gaflag!" They both laughed, if it could be called laughing. It sounded more like Ted Sandyman's mill when Pippin and Merry had poured a bag of stones in it.
"Why don't we 'ave a bit of 'entertainment' now, before he gets spoiled too much." Gaflag growled. He pulled a whip out of his belt and Pippin could see the steel tips glinting in the flickering torchlight. "Looks like a wench, let's see if 'ee squeals like one" He raised his hand and the lashed the whip down on Pippin's chest. It felt like it were on fire. Pippin tried not to scream, but could not help a small squeak emitting from his closed lips.
" It don't seem to be working much does it?" Asked Lazmig.
" Maybe it 'aint close enuf' to 'is skin!" With that, Gaflag ripped off Pippin's already torn shirt, exposing his bare chest and the weld made by the last lash. "Aye! That should do it!" The orc grinned as he raised the whip again and sent it back down onto Pippin's bare skin. He screamed then. It felt like his chest was being ripped apart as the leather and cold steel cut into him again and again. Tears were pouring down his cheeks and he was sobbing uncontrollably. An not for the first time he wished he had never come on this trip.
Blood was dripping from his wounds but the orcs were just laughing at him, ignoring his pleading cries. He saw Gaflag's hand rise up in the air once more and closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain. But there was none. The doors had flown open again and in strode a tall figure dressed in white.
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A.N: dum dum dum! Cliff-hanger! Thank you for reviewing!
Fantasy101:This was another great chap! Poor pip, but he knocked Sarman out! ^_^ That's PIP^_~
Pippin da Great: Yep! that's my Pip! Thank you!
Oh! By the way! For any of you who were wondering what the elvish meant -
AN HI PERIAN ENNAS NO-ERIN - for this hobbit there shall be no dawn
IM CONNO-LE. EDRO-LON RIN! NO-ENNAS BAW DOLEN! - I order you. Open your memories! Be there no secrets!
There you go…I think it is quenya…im not sure…
Pippin was running through the dark corridors of Orthanc, his feet drumming against the cold marble floor. Ugly stone gargoyles loomed up around him. Leering at him. Taunting him. Bu there was a light at the end of the passage. A bright, comforting light. Pippin longed with all his heart to reach it. To feel its warmth against his icy skin, to relax in its happy glow. He needed to reach it, to escape from this evil, hate-ridden place. There was a figure in the light and the small hobbit recognised it instantly.
"Merry! Help me! I can't get to you! Merry! Merry!" Pippin called frantically to his cousin. Merry held his hand out to Pippin and he tried to reach it, tried to make his legs go faster, but they wouldn't. If anything, he seemed to be going backwards. Tears of frustration sprang to Pippin's eyes and spilled down his cheeks. Merry had turned away from him and was walking further into the light. Suddenly, icy hands gripped Pippin's arms and he was jerked around to look up into the chiselled face of Saruman.
"Noooo!"
Pippin awoke with a cry. He was still chained up in Saruman's chamber. He fell forward but pulled himself back almost instantly as hi raw wrists were rubbed once again by the rusty metal that held him. His eyes felt puffy and he could feel drying tears on his cheeks. His head ached and slowly he began to piece together the events of the day before. His mental fight with Saruman, him pushing the wizard out of his mind, stopping him from finding the information about the quest.
His eyelids were closing again with tiredness, but with a bang the door opened and the two orcs that had collected Merry swaggered in.
"Runt's still alive then? Didn't think he would be with Saruman in that much of a temper!" Said the taller one.
"Ee knows 'ow to keep 'em alive duz old Sharkey. You should know that by now Lazmig" crowed the short one.
"Probably keeping him for us then. Knows we like a bit of entertainment 'eh Gaflag!" They both laughed, if it could be called laughing. It sounded more like Ted Sandyman's mill when Pippin and Merry had poured a bag of stones in it.
"Why don't we 'ave a bit of 'entertainment' now, before he gets spoiled too much." Gaflag growled. He pulled a whip out of his belt and Pippin could see the steel tips glinting in the flickering torchlight. "Looks like a wench, let's see if 'ee squeals like one" He raised his hand and the lashed the whip down on Pippin's chest. It felt like it were on fire. Pippin tried not to scream, but could not help a small squeak emitting from his closed lips.
" It don't seem to be working much does it?" Asked Lazmig.
" Maybe it 'aint close enuf' to 'is skin!" With that, Gaflag ripped off Pippin's already torn shirt, exposing his bare chest and the weld made by the last lash. "Aye! That should do it!" The orc grinned as he raised the whip again and sent it back down onto Pippin's bare skin. He screamed then. It felt like his chest was being ripped apart as the leather and cold steel cut into him again and again. Tears were pouring down his cheeks and he was sobbing uncontrollably. An not for the first time he wished he had never come on this trip.
Blood was dripping from his wounds but the orcs were just laughing at him, ignoring his pleading cries. He saw Gaflag's hand rise up in the air once more and closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain. But there was none. The doors had flown open again and in strode a tall figure dressed in white.
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A.N: dum dum dum! Cliff-hanger! Thank you for reviewing!
Fantasy101:This was another great chap! Poor pip, but he knocked Sarman out! ^_^ That's PIP^_~
Pippin da Great: Yep! that's my Pip! Thank you!
Oh! By the way! For any of you who were wondering what the elvish meant -
AN HI PERIAN ENNAS NO-ERIN - for this hobbit there shall be no dawn
IM CONNO-LE. EDRO-LON RIN! NO-ENNAS BAW DOLEN! - I order you. Open your memories! Be there no secrets!
There you go…I think it is quenya…im not sure…