If you hadn't read my other lord of the rings chapters… well your kinda missing a whole heap of information… like Isabella… and about her life, also how Pippin and Merry have a connection with her…. Just stuff like that…. So if you want to catch the drift of her past… you should really read my other stories on Pippin and Merry… but only if you want to!!;) ….
Note: I do not own lord of the rings… however I created Isabella, the Ieena's, and other things that I cant remember!!! But if it isn't familiar to you… I've created it!! lol
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Consciousness slowly caught Isabella's head. A flood of memories came to her mind, flashes of Hobbits, trees that moved… Ieena's.. what did they all mean?
"no…" hardly a whisper came from her mouth. Small tears were dripping from her face. She slowly opened her eyes to see herself in an unknown area and tried to move her arms. They were bound by a dirty rope, tied up above her head. Isabella was just too tired to struggle… so she kept still. The air was musty, and damp. The wall behind her was cold, she guessed that it was a stone wall. Her whole body shivered as she dangled against the it. Her eyes wondered down, and saw that she was naked, and dirty… who did this??
To tired to yell for help, she just closed her eyes and tired to think of happy thoughts, but was interrupted by a croaky voice… "… you dir'ty little rat! You come back 'ere…" the voice yelled and faded away. Then a strange thumping noise was coming from outside the cell…. Thud, thud, thud.. What was that? It sounded like a walking creature, with a wooden leg??!! A slow creaking noise was then heard. Isabella couldn't see very far, for the room was dark and only a small black candle flickered in the corner to her left. She looked towards the door, a bright light shone through the cracks. The wooden door was opened… and there stood a deformed figure, short and foul smelling. It hobbled into the room and closed the door behind it.
All Isabella could hear was it's wooden leg clumping along the stone floor. Her heart thumped and her breath started to be uncontrollable, with short sharp breaths, she was trembling, head to toe. Every inch of her naked body was stiff. She had frozen as the creature approached her. It's breath was foul, just like rotten eggs.
"… well, lookie 'ere, a girl, an' a ver'y pretty girl at tha'…" his voice accented, by an accent Isabella had never heard before, his words were airy. He came closer to Isabella. She could then see his distorted face. Mean and ugly, full of scars and maggots hanging off his features. He was an ORC!
"… the guys say your good for nothin'… bu' I 'ave an idea… my entertainment!" she could feel his foul breath upon her face. She turned her head and looked away, still trembling. The Orc pulled out a small dagger, of some sorts, and touched the blade, it was blunt and full of chips along it. He looked her up and down.
"…hmmmm… you'll do nicely!" he touched Isabella's shaken body with the blade tip. From her hip, then to the bottom of her breast, and back down to her hip. The blunt blade scratched her, and blood started to slowly escape her hip. Isabella turned head to look at the grotesque Orc, and spat in his eye!
"you dir'ty little… I'll 'ave you for tha'.." and his grubby hand raised up to her neck, while the other one found her side with the blade. And ever so slowly dug the dagger into her slender body, inch by inch it penetrated her side. She struggled and yelped at the pain, and not to draw attention to the noise he covered her mouth, and slowly pulled the blade back out. Blood was pouring out of her body. She was weak, and unable to scream or breath she felt the blood draining out of her. The Orc threw down the blade and touched her breast, one then the other…. Still one hand on her breast, he felt down the other side of her body, down, down his hands went. Until it reached her privates. His hands rubbed her roughly. Unable to scream, Isabella tried to struggle.. But each time she moved the pain would consume her body… she knew that this was it.
But the most amazing thing happened! Though Isabella couldn't see or think very clearly, she saw the Orc dead on the floor below her decapitated. Her eyes were heavy and her body weak from trembling and the wound. Then a voice was heard….
"…Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad. …shh, be still, be quiet…" it was the most soothing voice Isabella had ever heard, wearily she did as she was told. But ever so slightly cringed when the being helped her off the wall. Unconsciousness consumed her once again.
Note: I do not own lord of the rings… however I created Isabella, the Ieena's, and other things that I cant remember!!! But if it isn't familiar to you… I've created it!! lol
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Consciousness slowly caught Isabella's head. A flood of memories came to her mind, flashes of Hobbits, trees that moved… Ieena's.. what did they all mean?
"no…" hardly a whisper came from her mouth. Small tears were dripping from her face. She slowly opened her eyes to see herself in an unknown area and tried to move her arms. They were bound by a dirty rope, tied up above her head. Isabella was just too tired to struggle… so she kept still. The air was musty, and damp. The wall behind her was cold, she guessed that it was a stone wall. Her whole body shivered as she dangled against the it. Her eyes wondered down, and saw that she was naked, and dirty… who did this??
To tired to yell for help, she just closed her eyes and tired to think of happy thoughts, but was interrupted by a croaky voice… "… you dir'ty little rat! You come back 'ere…" the voice yelled and faded away. Then a strange thumping noise was coming from outside the cell…. Thud, thud, thud.. What was that? It sounded like a walking creature, with a wooden leg??!! A slow creaking noise was then heard. Isabella couldn't see very far, for the room was dark and only a small black candle flickered in the corner to her left. She looked towards the door, a bright light shone through the cracks. The wooden door was opened… and there stood a deformed figure, short and foul smelling. It hobbled into the room and closed the door behind it.
All Isabella could hear was it's wooden leg clumping along the stone floor. Her heart thumped and her breath started to be uncontrollable, with short sharp breaths, she was trembling, head to toe. Every inch of her naked body was stiff. She had frozen as the creature approached her. It's breath was foul, just like rotten eggs.
"… well, lookie 'ere, a girl, an' a ver'y pretty girl at tha'…" his voice accented, by an accent Isabella had never heard before, his words were airy. He came closer to Isabella. She could then see his distorted face. Mean and ugly, full of scars and maggots hanging off his features. He was an ORC!
"… the guys say your good for nothin'… bu' I 'ave an idea… my entertainment!" she could feel his foul breath upon her face. She turned her head and looked away, still trembling. The Orc pulled out a small dagger, of some sorts, and touched the blade, it was blunt and full of chips along it. He looked her up and down.
"…hmmmm… you'll do nicely!" he touched Isabella's shaken body with the blade tip. From her hip, then to the bottom of her breast, and back down to her hip. The blunt blade scratched her, and blood started to slowly escape her hip. Isabella turned head to look at the grotesque Orc, and spat in his eye!
"you dir'ty little… I'll 'ave you for tha'.." and his grubby hand raised up to her neck, while the other one found her side with the blade. And ever so slowly dug the dagger into her slender body, inch by inch it penetrated her side. She struggled and yelped at the pain, and not to draw attention to the noise he covered her mouth, and slowly pulled the blade back out. Blood was pouring out of her body. She was weak, and unable to scream or breath she felt the blood draining out of her. The Orc threw down the blade and touched her breast, one then the other…. Still one hand on her breast, he felt down the other side of her body, down, down his hands went. Until it reached her privates. His hands rubbed her roughly. Unable to scream, Isabella tried to struggle.. But each time she moved the pain would consume her body… she knew that this was it.
But the most amazing thing happened! Though Isabella couldn't see or think very clearly, she saw the Orc dead on the floor below her decapitated. Her eyes were heavy and her body weak from trembling and the wound. Then a voice was heard….
"…Telin le thaed. Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad. …shh, be still, be quiet…" it was the most soothing voice Isabella had ever heard, wearily she did as she was told. But ever so slightly cringed when the being helped her off the wall. Unconsciousness consumed her once again.