Disclaimer: I don't own much…but keep your paws off Gaflag and Lazmig, they belong to meeeeeeeeeee!
Merry awoke in the dark. He was lying on his back on the cold floor, but his arms were not bound. What he could see with his waking eyes was no different to when he had them shut. The darkness around him was so intense, that even the keenest sighted of elves would not be able to see their hand in front of their face. His whole body ached. He tried to move but his body wouldn't obey the orders his tired brain sent it.
Then he remembered
He remembered what had happened. When he and Pippin got captured by the orcs. The long run they had to get to Saruman. The whips. The shouting. The chains. Saruman raising his staff…
That was it. What happened after that? He couldn't think. 'Maybe I was knocked unconscious,' he thought.
He lay there for a little while longer. Gathering his strength until at last he could move. He pushed on the ground with his arms to try and sit up but fell to the floor again. A shooting pain had attacked his right arm the moment he had moved it and he clutched it to him, moaning with pain. When the throbbing had subsided he scrambled into a sitting position. His eyes had become used to the darkness by now and he could faintly see his surroundings. The little light there was, reflected off the slime covered walls. There was a platform off one of the walls to serve as a bed, though no blanket covered it. The use of the bucket in the corner was self explanatory by the foul stench radiating from it. There were no windows, the only source of light coming from under the thick locked door.
Merry shivered. It was cold in here. Dreadfully cold. His elven cloak had been taken from him as soon as he reached the gates. He searched in his pockets for any lembas that might have been undiscovered but it proved fruitless. With a shudder, the hobbit pulled his yellow waistcoat tighter around him and started to cry. Huge sobs wracked his tiny frame as all the despair and hopelessness he had felt made its way out all at once. He felt utterly helpless.
Pip! He thought suddenly. What had happened to him? He hoped with all his heart that his dear cousin was ok. That Saruman hadn't done anything unthinkable to the innocent hobbit. Innocent. A small chuckle broke through Merry's sobs. Pippin was anything but! And mostly because of him! He had been stealing food to share with Merry from the kitchens of the Great Smials since he was six! Then all the tricks they had played o Frodo, Sam and the other inhabitants of Hobbiton, Tuckborough and Buckland. And when Pippin had been old enough to drink and smoke a pipe, he wouldn't go on to mention then! But he hadn't even come of age yet, at 28 he was still in his tweens.
Without warning the door swung open and two orcs sauntered in. One was smaller and heavier built with long arms reaching nearly to the ground. He reminded Merry horribly of Grishnakh. The other was taller and less muscly, but he had an eviller look in his eyes and seemed more intelligent, a bad sign in an orc.
"Hey Lazmig! 'ees awake!" shouted the shorter one.
"I can see that, idiot! He's sittin' up, what you expect?" replied Lazmig., "We better get him back up to Sharkey, Gaflag"
"We got orders for you to come wiv' us. And no tryin' to escape, coz' we can deal wiv little midgets like you!" snarled Gaflag. The orc walked over Merry and pulled on his arm to drag him up. Unfortunately it was his right one. He pulled pack and screamed as a searing pain raged up his arm. Gaflag hauled him up by his hair and placed him on his feet. He was able to keep up only a moment as dizziness overcame him and he sunk to the floor, the room spinning. Lazmig reached out and picked Merry up like a sack of potatoes and slung him over his shoulder.
The light outside the cell made his eyes ache for the brightness was extreme compared to that in the cell. He was carried for a long time, through miles of passageways that all looked the same, until they came to a large wooden door. Gaflag knocked three times and then entered, Lazmig following. The large uruk tossed Merry onto the floor and both the orcs left with a bow. Merry shook his head to clear it and looked up into the familiar but unwelcome face of Saruman.
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A.N: Wow! I logged onto my computer today, to find that I had 8 reviews waiting for me! It made my day! thank you reviewers! you review........i keep writing!
Honey dipped Rose: It's nice to have a Mer and Pip story (even though it seems Merry is dead) .. without slash! Those stories are sickly perverted and are demeaning to Tolkiens original work. I can't wait to read what happens next!Goodness Gracious! So much angst, I don't know what to do! Poor Pip, he's lost his Merry ... and whatever did the Uruks do with him? Getting good! Keep up the great work! =)
Pippin da Great: Thank you. I agree with you about the slash...it completely ruins stories. You now know what the orcs did with him but what next...
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StarDust48:how ever did i miss this hobbit angst story! however, i'm really not too keen on the fact that merry's dead ... perhaps he really isn't .. maybe you're just playing with our minds ...*crosses fingers and hopes*
Pippin da Great: I was playing with your minds! muahahahahahahahaa! i like hobbit angst! im evil!
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icanreadncount:Yay! *gasp* I always knew Pippin ruled... Mwahahahahahahahaha. Update soon! (even though you already said you would... hehehehe)
Pippin da Great: Pippin has always ruled! there u go i have updated just for you!
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Pip4: Nice story so far. Poor Pippin, he needs a hug. But why did Merry have to die?!?!? Why why why why! *hits Saruman with a broom* But it's a good cliffhanger. I'm looking forward to the next chapter. Please update it soon
Pippin da Great: Hey its another Pip! Who said Merry died? (ok i said that but i was playing with ure mind! muahahahahahha!) i will give Pippin a hug now *hugs Pippin* there we go! all better! OH NO! here comes Saruman.....im leaving!!!!!
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ciow for now!
Merry awoke in the dark. He was lying on his back on the cold floor, but his arms were not bound. What he could see with his waking eyes was no different to when he had them shut. The darkness around him was so intense, that even the keenest sighted of elves would not be able to see their hand in front of their face. His whole body ached. He tried to move but his body wouldn't obey the orders his tired brain sent it.
Then he remembered
He remembered what had happened. When he and Pippin got captured by the orcs. The long run they had to get to Saruman. The whips. The shouting. The chains. Saruman raising his staff…
That was it. What happened after that? He couldn't think. 'Maybe I was knocked unconscious,' he thought.
He lay there for a little while longer. Gathering his strength until at last he could move. He pushed on the ground with his arms to try and sit up but fell to the floor again. A shooting pain had attacked his right arm the moment he had moved it and he clutched it to him, moaning with pain. When the throbbing had subsided he scrambled into a sitting position. His eyes had become used to the darkness by now and he could faintly see his surroundings. The little light there was, reflected off the slime covered walls. There was a platform off one of the walls to serve as a bed, though no blanket covered it. The use of the bucket in the corner was self explanatory by the foul stench radiating from it. There were no windows, the only source of light coming from under the thick locked door.
Merry shivered. It was cold in here. Dreadfully cold. His elven cloak had been taken from him as soon as he reached the gates. He searched in his pockets for any lembas that might have been undiscovered but it proved fruitless. With a shudder, the hobbit pulled his yellow waistcoat tighter around him and started to cry. Huge sobs wracked his tiny frame as all the despair and hopelessness he had felt made its way out all at once. He felt utterly helpless.
Pip! He thought suddenly. What had happened to him? He hoped with all his heart that his dear cousin was ok. That Saruman hadn't done anything unthinkable to the innocent hobbit. Innocent. A small chuckle broke through Merry's sobs. Pippin was anything but! And mostly because of him! He had been stealing food to share with Merry from the kitchens of the Great Smials since he was six! Then all the tricks they had played o Frodo, Sam and the other inhabitants of Hobbiton, Tuckborough and Buckland. And when Pippin had been old enough to drink and smoke a pipe, he wouldn't go on to mention then! But he hadn't even come of age yet, at 28 he was still in his tweens.
Without warning the door swung open and two orcs sauntered in. One was smaller and heavier built with long arms reaching nearly to the ground. He reminded Merry horribly of Grishnakh. The other was taller and less muscly, but he had an eviller look in his eyes and seemed more intelligent, a bad sign in an orc.
"Hey Lazmig! 'ees awake!" shouted the shorter one.
"I can see that, idiot! He's sittin' up, what you expect?" replied Lazmig., "We better get him back up to Sharkey, Gaflag"
"We got orders for you to come wiv' us. And no tryin' to escape, coz' we can deal wiv little midgets like you!" snarled Gaflag. The orc walked over Merry and pulled on his arm to drag him up. Unfortunately it was his right one. He pulled pack and screamed as a searing pain raged up his arm. Gaflag hauled him up by his hair and placed him on his feet. He was able to keep up only a moment as dizziness overcame him and he sunk to the floor, the room spinning. Lazmig reached out and picked Merry up like a sack of potatoes and slung him over his shoulder.
The light outside the cell made his eyes ache for the brightness was extreme compared to that in the cell. He was carried for a long time, through miles of passageways that all looked the same, until they came to a large wooden door. Gaflag knocked three times and then entered, Lazmig following. The large uruk tossed Merry onto the floor and both the orcs left with a bow. Merry shook his head to clear it and looked up into the familiar but unwelcome face of Saruman.
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A.N: Wow! I logged onto my computer today, to find that I had 8 reviews waiting for me! It made my day! thank you reviewers! you review........i keep writing!
Honey dipped Rose: It's nice to have a Mer and Pip story (even though it seems Merry is dead) .. without slash! Those stories are sickly perverted and are demeaning to Tolkiens original work. I can't wait to read what happens next!Goodness Gracious! So much angst, I don't know what to do! Poor Pip, he's lost his Merry ... and whatever did the Uruks do with him? Getting good! Keep up the great work! =)
Pippin da Great: Thank you. I agree with you about the slash...it completely ruins stories. You now know what the orcs did with him but what next...
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StarDust48:how ever did i miss this hobbit angst story! however, i'm really not too keen on the fact that merry's dead ... perhaps he really isn't .. maybe you're just playing with our minds ...*crosses fingers and hopes*
Pippin da Great: I was playing with your minds! muahahahahahahahaa! i like hobbit angst! im evil!
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icanreadncount:Yay! *gasp* I always knew Pippin ruled... Mwahahahahahahahaha. Update soon! (even though you already said you would... hehehehe)
Pippin da Great: Pippin has always ruled! there u go i have updated just for you!
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Pip4: Nice story so far. Poor Pippin, he needs a hug. But why did Merry have to die?!?!? Why why why why! *hits Saruman with a broom* But it's a good cliffhanger. I'm looking forward to the next chapter. Please update it soon
Pippin da Great: Hey its another Pip! Who said Merry died? (ok i said that but i was playing with ure mind! muahahahahahha!) i will give Pippin a hug now *hugs Pippin* there we go! all better! OH NO! here comes Saruman.....im leaving!!!!!
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ciow for now!