Disclaimer: Wish they were mine. But all belongs to Tolkien. If he were to
read this, I am sure he would lock me in Cirith Ungol and feed Shelob the
key.
WARNING*WARNING*WARNING*: Degradation and graphic violence in this chapter. You will probably want to shoot me for putting poor Pippin through this. I already want to. (shoot me, that is)
A/N: I am assuming that Pippin is incredibly naive. One thing that has always irked me about hobbit torture/rape/angst fics, is that they seem to know too much of what is going to happen to them. I have always seen Pip as a child, so I am going to try to portray him as a very frightened one, far from home, among vicious orcs, and with no idea what is going on. If you disagree with this, hey, tell me so. I love to hear different viewpoints.
Thoughts are denoted with // as I cannot get the stupid thing to make italics.
Moria's Revenge Chapter 3: Frightened
Pippin felt as if he was drowning in a black pool. He hated the blackness, but dreaded what awaited him outside it. He started to rise, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He broke the surface of the pool of his unconsciousness. He immediately wished he had not. He was trussed up like a gamebird, with both hands tied behind his back, and his feet tied to his hands. Pippin's senses were still quite hazy, but he seemed to be on the ground in the middle of quite a large crowd.
Pippin kept his eyes shut, recalling one of Boromir's lessons:
// "Before you give any indication that you are awake, always gather your senses, figure out or remember where you are. Find out as much as you can about your surroundings, and most importantly, whether you are alone."// Pippin listened as hard as he could, and forced his muddled brain to concentrate.
Many noises surrounded him. Mostly growlings and gruntings, but the more Pippin listened, the more sense the cacophony made.
Then his nose started working again. //That smell!// The foul orc stench hit him. //They must be all around me! What do they want with me? Why hasn't anyone come to get me? Oh, please, please, please, somebody come for me!// A horrid thought struck Pippin. //What if they don't care? Why should they care? I'm the one who killed Gandalf! I deserve whatever happens to me...// At these thoughts, Pippin could no longer keep himself under control. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Well, well, well," boomed a gravelly voice above him, "it seems our little rat has come to its senses. Open yer eyes, ya filthy little maggot! I know yer awake!" An iron shod foot dug cruelly into Pippin's side. With an undignified yelp he opened his eyes.
Orcs. They were everywhere. They were all around him. All looking at him. All laughing at him.
"He squeaks just like a little mouse!"
"He should. Hardly bigger than one."
"Wonder why the pushdug-skai who had 'im brought those little rodents along?"
"Har, har, har! I think you know very well why, Oidit! Them's pretty and waist high! Great combination! Har!"
Pippin had no idea what they were talking about, but the way they were all looking at him made him feel as if he were just a piece of flesh for them to devour. //That IS what I am.// He thought miserably. //I deserve whatever I get. I guess this is the gods' punishment on me for murdering Gandalf.// But he did wish that he could see Merry one last time. To tell him good bye, and have him tell the others how sorry he was about Gandalf, that it was better this way. Then he would not have to face the guilt that ate at him every waking moment, and no few sleeping ones either.
"C'mon, Maggot!" The gravelly voice was back. "Get on yer feet! You ain't no fun groveling in the dirt!" At this, a huge filthy hand grabbed Pippin by his curls and heaved him up. The orc cut the bonds that connected Pip's hands to his feet, and then the cords wrapped around his wrists and ankles. The hand twisted him around, until he was looking into its owner's face. The cat-slit eyes held no pity in them, and the filthy, mottled skin made Pippin's stomach turn."I've got something that'll perk you up, worm!" The orc thrust the neck of a small flask between Pippin's lips. The drink burned like fire going down his throat.
Pippin needed to breathe, but the orc would not let him. He kept tilting the flask up, forcing Pippin to work to swallow every drop. Then he noticed that the orcs seemed to find this amusing, and were jabbing each other in the ribs and pointing, as if they were having a private joke.
"Har! Mighty useful lips the rat has, don't it!" One orc bellowed. The others found this hilarious, but Pippin was concentrating on not blacking out again from lack of air. When the orc released him, he fell to his knees, choking and spluttering.
"We 'ad better get goin' lads! Youse can 'ave yer fun later." Said a new voice.
"Oh ho!" Exclaimed the orc the others called Oidit. "Right, Risknar! After the chief 'as 'ad 'is way with it! Why don't we just soften it up a little fer 'im! Har! 'Sides, the chief said we could 'have some sport wi' it!"
"'e didn't mean that kind 'o sport, an' yer knows it!" Risknar countered. "If'n 'e not untouched when 'e gets to the chief's chambers, it'll be our necks!"
"Naw," another orc joined in, "it'll be yer position, 'Cap'n'. It'll go to Grishnakh! We're just common goblins, 'oo don' know our 'heads from our arses, an' can't be expected to be in control of our lusts! Yer the one as supposed to keep us in line!" A whip crack sounded. An orc screamed.
"Now, listen up lads! Youse can play wi' it a bitsy, but none 'o that! It WILL be our necks, an' don' you think otherwise!"
//Play with me?// Pippin thought, //what are they going to do to me? Oh, please, please, someone help me! Please please...// He concentrated so hard that he started to say the words out loud in a weak voice.
"Please, please..."
"Oy, lads! It don't want to play wi' us!"
" 'ere, give me some 'o that there rope! We'll make it play!" Pippin was heaved roughly to his feet once more, and a rope was tied so tight around his wrists that it cut into his flesh. Pippin could not control his weeping, and began to heave sobs in his pain and fear. Next a blindfold was tied around his head. //What are they doing? Can't see, don't know, help! Need to see, can't see...// Pippin's thought ran around in circles like a bug caught in a jar. A shove from behind sent him stumbling forwards. Strong hoary claws caught him, and pushed him another direction. He became thoroughly disoriented, and could barely keep his feet, but every time he thought he might stable himself, another shove sent him reeling. Finally, stumbling forwards, he tripped over an outstretched foot, and hit the ground hard. The orcas guffawed even more loudly at this. Pippin curled up into a ball, sobbing softly with the humiliation of it all.
Suddenly a foot kicked him hard in the ribs, sending him flying through the air, to hit a large rock several feet away.
"Gerrup, maggot! We ain't nearly done wi' you yet!" Pippin was trembling in pain and fear, yet managed to get his feet under himself.
"Please," he whimpered "no more. Please, you're hurting me, ple-" The rest was cut off sharply as his feet were knocked out from under him again. A large hand pressed on the back of his head, and ground his face into the dirt.
"Did anyone give you leave to speak? Eh?" Pippin shook his head weakly. The orc jerked his face up and screamed at him from only inches away. "SO DON'T MAKE A SOUND UNLESS WE TELL YOU TO, WRETCH! UNDERSTAND?" This scared Pippin so that he was frozen with fear. "I SAID, 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND!'" the orc shook Pippin until his brain rattled. When he stopped Pip barely had the wit to nod. "Har," sneered the voice, "tha's better! Now, youse just do exactly as we tell you an' we might jus' let yer go. But if'n yer bad, we can't help what you force us to do." The orc was deviously giving Pippin a reason to think that the torture was all his fault, and that he deserved it. They knew that the mental anguish the small hobbit would put him self through was more painful than anything they could devise.
Pippin was in more pain, and more humiliated than he could ever remember. He bit his lip to stifle his cries, but he could not keep from shaking in fear, or keep the tears back.
"'ere, Lugsta! Let's see 'ow our little wench would look wi' some purty stripes! Har, har!" This joke was one Pippin understood all too well. //Oh no, please, not that anything but that...// He was lifted and lain on his back on the rock, arms and legs pinned down.
"I'll allow this, lads. But don't be getting carried away. 'e's still got to be in one piece when the cheif gets 'im!" Captain Risknar warned.
"Heh, heh, then it'll be your problem, won't it Cap'n?" The orc above Pippin countered. Pippin felt the large claws pulling at his scarf. The scarf Merry gave to him. The scarf that, when he breathed very deeply, still had his cousin's familiar smell on it. Piipin panicked. They couldn't take Merry's scarf away from him! With a speed and force he did not know he possessed, Pippin wrenched his right arm from the orc holding him down and latched on to the scarf.
"NO! This is Merry's notthisnotthisno-" A cuff to his head silenced him, but he still held on to the knit garment.
"QUIET!" The orc shook the scarf, trying to dislodge Pippin.
"Let 'im 'ave it, Crugsyl! It may come in handy later." Lugsta said.
"If the chief gets 'im there won't be a later!" retorted Crugsyl.
"No, but there'll be a later AFORE the chief get it!" Pippin simply buried his head in the soft folds of wool, breathing in Merry's scent and muffling his sobs.
"Whatever. Don' matter ter me." Pippin kept tight hold on his scarf as rough claws undid the buttons on his waist coat. The orcs could not get it off off him while he was clutching the scarf, so one simply used knife to cut the sleeves. As Pippin heard the tearing cloth, he thought, //mother made that.// There was much whistling and cat calls as his shirt was pulled off. Pippin just held on to the scarf tighter.
The orcs flipped him over onto his stomach, so that his feet dangled over the stone.
" 'oo gets to do the 'onors?" an orc called.
"I does, see? It's my whip no how." one replied. There were some shouts of protest at this, but Captain Risknar upheld the orcs' claim. Pippin quivered with anticipation as he heard the step of the orc behind him //please don't let this hurt too much// The whip drew slowly across his back, almost as a caress. //oh, Merry, come for me, please Boromir anybody just let this stop// The whip swished through the air and scored his back. Pippin screamed into the scarf. This had to be the most painful thing ever devised for torment. //ohhhh MERRY!// His mind screamed. The scourge descended again. Pippin could dimly hear his own cries and the laughter of the orcs. //I shouldn't wish for rescue, it's my own fault I'm here, it's my fault Gandalf died// *CRACK* Another lash. Another scream. More laughs. Pippin was descending back into the black pool. He felt the fire lick his back again, but he couldn't hear any more screams or laughter. The blackness had almost engulfed him.
He was jerked to wakefulness by cold water. The orcs had taken a bucket and emtied its contents into his face. He was lying on his back on the ground. The weals were on fire again, with dirt being ground into them. He started to scream again.
"Quiet!" A foot kicked his side. Pippin bit his lip so hard it bled to keep from crying out. He had never felt so helpless or worthless in all of his life. The blindfold was ripped from his face, and he squinted against the sudden light. As his eyes adjusted, he saw a circled of horrible orc faces leering down at him, backdropped by the sunset sky.
"Alright, lads, ye'hve 'ad yer fun. We've got ter be off!" Captain Risknar called from a short distance. Pippin saw several of the orcs give each other knowing looks.
"Says 'oo?"
"What so you mean, 'says who?' I say, yer son of a warg! I'm yer cap'n!"
"Yer not our cap'n if'n we don't say you are!"
"What! This is mutiny! When the cheif 'ears abou' this..."
"Well, the cheif ain't gonna 'ear abou' this!"
"He will if'n I tell 'im!"
"'Oo says yer goin ter tell'im?" "Yeah cap'n! Yer outnumbered!"
"You filthy backstabbers!" There was the sound of metal an metal, and then a cry followed by a 'whump'. Pippin realized his only protector had just died. //What's going to happen to me now? Whatever it is, it can't possibly be worse than the flogging.// Pippin did not know how wrong he was.
*A/N: if you have a review for me (holds out collecting tin hopefully) and FF.net won't let you post it, you can send it to me at p_holbytla@earthlink.net *PLEASE* you don't know how much this means to me! Even if it's to tell me that I'm a psychotic b**ch for writing this piece of fecal matter. I WANT YOUR OPINION!
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|Reviewer |Date |Chapter |Type | | |2002-09-01 |3 |Anonymous | |This story could | | | | |be good, but is | | | | |unreadable due to| | | | |the fact that you| | | | |refuse to | | | | |seperate your | | | | |paragraphs! | | | | |Please fix! | | | | | |2002-09-01 |3 |Signed | |Dimple Boffin | | | | |(aka | | | | |Chameleon | | | | |Kookaburra, I am | | | | |*so* sorry I | | | | |mis-spelled your | | | | |name in my review| | | | |of chapter 26. | | | | |Sorry about | | | | |that! | | | | | |2002-08-23 |3 |Signed | |Blue Jedi Hobbit | | | | |009 | | | | |Hmmmmmmm... | | | | |interesting. I | | | | |havne't seen your| | | | |Pippin-theory | | | | |thing-y in any | | | | |other story, but | | | | |it's interesting.| | | | |I could honestly | | | | |go either way. | | | | |But, really, I do| | | | |think orcs are | | | | |more intelligent | | | | |than there made | | | | |out to be. Don't | | | | |ask me why; I | | | | |just do... | | | | | |2002-08-17 |3 |Signed | |ShireMaidens | | | | |oh wow this is so| | | | |dark.... and so | | | | |sad.... my poor | | | | |Pip. i will | | | | |rescue him if no | | | | |one else will....| | | | |*runs off to save| | | | |her pippin* | | | | | | | | | |Good story. nice | | | | |plot line and i | | | | |love how Pip | | | | |feels that its | | | | |all his fault | | | | |that gandalf is | | | | |dead. its a good | | | | |read and i look | | | | |forword to | | | | |reading more. | | | | | | | | | |Namarie | | | | | | | | | |Beth, the crazy | | | | |half of the | | | | |Shiremaidens | | | | | |2002-07-23 |3 |Anonymous | |Mistoffelees | | | | |(lia_parisi@hotma| | | | |il.com) | | | | |(Don't mind my | | | | |last review, I | | | | |thought I | | | | |submitted it | | | | |twice..) | | | | |~gets strange | | | | |tingly, familiar | | | | |feeling that she | | | | |doesn't like~ You| | | | |are *horrible*! | | | | |HORRIBLE! BAH! I | | | | |HATE YOU! No, | | | | |just kidding. | | | | |~drops penny in | | | | |collection tin~ | | | | |That was..wow. | | | | |~shudders~ I | | | | |can't say | | | | |anything | | | | |else..poor | | | | |Pippin...a | | | | |flogging..oh | | | | |Valar.. | | | | | |2002-07-13 |3 |Signed | |hey finally got a| | | | |review thing | | | | |up!!!keep it up | | | | |or i'll ahve to | | | | |kill u..but then | | | | |u'll never carry | | | | |on..what a | | | | |disaster!! | | | | | |2002-07-11 |3 |Signed | |Phoebe | | | | |Well,I can see | | | | |where this is | | | | |going. So far it | | | | |has been | | | | |wonderfully | | | | |written and I | | | | |felt so sorry for| | | | |poor lil Pip. I | | | | |usually do not | | | | |read fics like | | | | |these, so I | | | | |really do not | | | | |know how to | | | | |comment it... | | | | | |2002-06-30 |3 |Signed | |shirebound | | | | |Hope the reviews | | | | |are going | | | | |through! This is | | | | |really exciting, | | | | |poor Pippin! The | | | | |characters | | | | |(especially the | | | | |orcs) seem very | | | | |realistic. | | | | |Looking forward | | | | |to more. | | | | | |2002-06-30 |3 |Signed | |Llinos | | | | |This is getting | | | | |scarier and I | | | | |found myself | | | | |holding my breath| | | | |as I read. Your | | | | |orcs are very | | | | |well written (not| | | | |easy writing orcs| | | | |as I discovered | | | | |to my cost!) I | | | | |agree with you | | | | |about Pippin's | | | | |innocence and you| | | | |portray it very | | | | |well. Carry on | | | | |like this and | | | | |soon please. What| | | | |are the others | | | | |doing - looking | | | | |very hard I hope!| | | | |If they don't | | | | |find him soon I | | | | |may have to send | | | | |Smagnu over to | | | | |get him :-)! | | | |
WARNING*WARNING*WARNING*: Degradation and graphic violence in this chapter. You will probably want to shoot me for putting poor Pippin through this. I already want to. (shoot me, that is)
A/N: I am assuming that Pippin is incredibly naive. One thing that has always irked me about hobbit torture/rape/angst fics, is that they seem to know too much of what is going to happen to them. I have always seen Pip as a child, so I am going to try to portray him as a very frightened one, far from home, among vicious orcs, and with no idea what is going on. If you disagree with this, hey, tell me so. I love to hear different viewpoints.
Thoughts are denoted with // as I cannot get the stupid thing to make italics.
Moria's Revenge Chapter 3: Frightened
Pippin felt as if he was drowning in a black pool. He hated the blackness, but dreaded what awaited him outside it. He started to rise, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He broke the surface of the pool of his unconsciousness. He immediately wished he had not. He was trussed up like a gamebird, with both hands tied behind his back, and his feet tied to his hands. Pippin's senses were still quite hazy, but he seemed to be on the ground in the middle of quite a large crowd.
Pippin kept his eyes shut, recalling one of Boromir's lessons:
// "Before you give any indication that you are awake, always gather your senses, figure out or remember where you are. Find out as much as you can about your surroundings, and most importantly, whether you are alone."// Pippin listened as hard as he could, and forced his muddled brain to concentrate.
Many noises surrounded him. Mostly growlings and gruntings, but the more Pippin listened, the more sense the cacophony made.
Then his nose started working again. //That smell!// The foul orc stench hit him. //They must be all around me! What do they want with me? Why hasn't anyone come to get me? Oh, please, please, please, somebody come for me!// A horrid thought struck Pippin. //What if they don't care? Why should they care? I'm the one who killed Gandalf! I deserve whatever happens to me...// At these thoughts, Pippin could no longer keep himself under control. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Well, well, well," boomed a gravelly voice above him, "it seems our little rat has come to its senses. Open yer eyes, ya filthy little maggot! I know yer awake!" An iron shod foot dug cruelly into Pippin's side. With an undignified yelp he opened his eyes.
Orcs. They were everywhere. They were all around him. All looking at him. All laughing at him.
"He squeaks just like a little mouse!"
"He should. Hardly bigger than one."
"Wonder why the pushdug-skai who had 'im brought those little rodents along?"
"Har, har, har! I think you know very well why, Oidit! Them's pretty and waist high! Great combination! Har!"
Pippin had no idea what they were talking about, but the way they were all looking at him made him feel as if he were just a piece of flesh for them to devour. //That IS what I am.// He thought miserably. //I deserve whatever I get. I guess this is the gods' punishment on me for murdering Gandalf.// But he did wish that he could see Merry one last time. To tell him good bye, and have him tell the others how sorry he was about Gandalf, that it was better this way. Then he would not have to face the guilt that ate at him every waking moment, and no few sleeping ones either.
"C'mon, Maggot!" The gravelly voice was back. "Get on yer feet! You ain't no fun groveling in the dirt!" At this, a huge filthy hand grabbed Pippin by his curls and heaved him up. The orc cut the bonds that connected Pip's hands to his feet, and then the cords wrapped around his wrists and ankles. The hand twisted him around, until he was looking into its owner's face. The cat-slit eyes held no pity in them, and the filthy, mottled skin made Pippin's stomach turn."I've got something that'll perk you up, worm!" The orc thrust the neck of a small flask between Pippin's lips. The drink burned like fire going down his throat.
Pippin needed to breathe, but the orc would not let him. He kept tilting the flask up, forcing Pippin to work to swallow every drop. Then he noticed that the orcs seemed to find this amusing, and were jabbing each other in the ribs and pointing, as if they were having a private joke.
"Har! Mighty useful lips the rat has, don't it!" One orc bellowed. The others found this hilarious, but Pippin was concentrating on not blacking out again from lack of air. When the orc released him, he fell to his knees, choking and spluttering.
"We 'ad better get goin' lads! Youse can 'ave yer fun later." Said a new voice.
"Oh ho!" Exclaimed the orc the others called Oidit. "Right, Risknar! After the chief 'as 'ad 'is way with it! Why don't we just soften it up a little fer 'im! Har! 'Sides, the chief said we could 'have some sport wi' it!"
"'e didn't mean that kind 'o sport, an' yer knows it!" Risknar countered. "If'n 'e not untouched when 'e gets to the chief's chambers, it'll be our necks!"
"Naw," another orc joined in, "it'll be yer position, 'Cap'n'. It'll go to Grishnakh! We're just common goblins, 'oo don' know our 'heads from our arses, an' can't be expected to be in control of our lusts! Yer the one as supposed to keep us in line!" A whip crack sounded. An orc screamed.
"Now, listen up lads! Youse can play wi' it a bitsy, but none 'o that! It WILL be our necks, an' don' you think otherwise!"
//Play with me?// Pippin thought, //what are they going to do to me? Oh, please, please, someone help me! Please please...// He concentrated so hard that he started to say the words out loud in a weak voice.
"Please, please..."
"Oy, lads! It don't want to play wi' us!"
" 'ere, give me some 'o that there rope! We'll make it play!" Pippin was heaved roughly to his feet once more, and a rope was tied so tight around his wrists that it cut into his flesh. Pippin could not control his weeping, and began to heave sobs in his pain and fear. Next a blindfold was tied around his head. //What are they doing? Can't see, don't know, help! Need to see, can't see...// Pippin's thought ran around in circles like a bug caught in a jar. A shove from behind sent him stumbling forwards. Strong hoary claws caught him, and pushed him another direction. He became thoroughly disoriented, and could barely keep his feet, but every time he thought he might stable himself, another shove sent him reeling. Finally, stumbling forwards, he tripped over an outstretched foot, and hit the ground hard. The orcas guffawed even more loudly at this. Pippin curled up into a ball, sobbing softly with the humiliation of it all.
Suddenly a foot kicked him hard in the ribs, sending him flying through the air, to hit a large rock several feet away.
"Gerrup, maggot! We ain't nearly done wi' you yet!" Pippin was trembling in pain and fear, yet managed to get his feet under himself.
"Please," he whimpered "no more. Please, you're hurting me, ple-" The rest was cut off sharply as his feet were knocked out from under him again. A large hand pressed on the back of his head, and ground his face into the dirt.
"Did anyone give you leave to speak? Eh?" Pippin shook his head weakly. The orc jerked his face up and screamed at him from only inches away. "SO DON'T MAKE A SOUND UNLESS WE TELL YOU TO, WRETCH! UNDERSTAND?" This scared Pippin so that he was frozen with fear. "I SAID, 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND!'" the orc shook Pippin until his brain rattled. When he stopped Pip barely had the wit to nod. "Har," sneered the voice, "tha's better! Now, youse just do exactly as we tell you an' we might jus' let yer go. But if'n yer bad, we can't help what you force us to do." The orc was deviously giving Pippin a reason to think that the torture was all his fault, and that he deserved it. They knew that the mental anguish the small hobbit would put him self through was more painful than anything they could devise.
Pippin was in more pain, and more humiliated than he could ever remember. He bit his lip to stifle his cries, but he could not keep from shaking in fear, or keep the tears back.
"'ere, Lugsta! Let's see 'ow our little wench would look wi' some purty stripes! Har, har!" This joke was one Pippin understood all too well. //Oh no, please, not that anything but that...// He was lifted and lain on his back on the rock, arms and legs pinned down.
"I'll allow this, lads. But don't be getting carried away. 'e's still got to be in one piece when the cheif gets 'im!" Captain Risknar warned.
"Heh, heh, then it'll be your problem, won't it Cap'n?" The orc above Pippin countered. Pippin felt the large claws pulling at his scarf. The scarf Merry gave to him. The scarf that, when he breathed very deeply, still had his cousin's familiar smell on it. Piipin panicked. They couldn't take Merry's scarf away from him! With a speed and force he did not know he possessed, Pippin wrenched his right arm from the orc holding him down and latched on to the scarf.
"NO! This is Merry's notthisnotthisno-" A cuff to his head silenced him, but he still held on to the knit garment.
"QUIET!" The orc shook the scarf, trying to dislodge Pippin.
"Let 'im 'ave it, Crugsyl! It may come in handy later." Lugsta said.
"If the chief gets 'im there won't be a later!" retorted Crugsyl.
"No, but there'll be a later AFORE the chief get it!" Pippin simply buried his head in the soft folds of wool, breathing in Merry's scent and muffling his sobs.
"Whatever. Don' matter ter me." Pippin kept tight hold on his scarf as rough claws undid the buttons on his waist coat. The orcs could not get it off off him while he was clutching the scarf, so one simply used knife to cut the sleeves. As Pippin heard the tearing cloth, he thought, //mother made that.// There was much whistling and cat calls as his shirt was pulled off. Pippin just held on to the scarf tighter.
The orcs flipped him over onto his stomach, so that his feet dangled over the stone.
" 'oo gets to do the 'onors?" an orc called.
"I does, see? It's my whip no how." one replied. There were some shouts of protest at this, but Captain Risknar upheld the orcs' claim. Pippin quivered with anticipation as he heard the step of the orc behind him //please don't let this hurt too much// The whip drew slowly across his back, almost as a caress. //oh, Merry, come for me, please Boromir anybody just let this stop// The whip swished through the air and scored his back. Pippin screamed into the scarf. This had to be the most painful thing ever devised for torment. //ohhhh MERRY!// His mind screamed. The scourge descended again. Pippin could dimly hear his own cries and the laughter of the orcs. //I shouldn't wish for rescue, it's my own fault I'm here, it's my fault Gandalf died// *CRACK* Another lash. Another scream. More laughs. Pippin was descending back into the black pool. He felt the fire lick his back again, but he couldn't hear any more screams or laughter. The blackness had almost engulfed him.
He was jerked to wakefulness by cold water. The orcs had taken a bucket and emtied its contents into his face. He was lying on his back on the ground. The weals were on fire again, with dirt being ground into them. He started to scream again.
"Quiet!" A foot kicked his side. Pippin bit his lip so hard it bled to keep from crying out. He had never felt so helpless or worthless in all of his life. The blindfold was ripped from his face, and he squinted against the sudden light. As his eyes adjusted, he saw a circled of horrible orc faces leering down at him, backdropped by the sunset sky.
"Alright, lads, ye'hve 'ad yer fun. We've got ter be off!" Captain Risknar called from a short distance. Pippin saw several of the orcs give each other knowing looks.
"Says 'oo?"
"What so you mean, 'says who?' I say, yer son of a warg! I'm yer cap'n!"
"Yer not our cap'n if'n we don't say you are!"
"What! This is mutiny! When the cheif 'ears abou' this..."
"Well, the cheif ain't gonna 'ear abou' this!"
"He will if'n I tell 'im!"
"'Oo says yer goin ter tell'im?" "Yeah cap'n! Yer outnumbered!"
"You filthy backstabbers!" There was the sound of metal an metal, and then a cry followed by a 'whump'. Pippin realized his only protector had just died. //What's going to happen to me now? Whatever it is, it can't possibly be worse than the flogging.// Pippin did not know how wrong he was.
*A/N: if you have a review for me (holds out collecting tin hopefully) and FF.net won't let you post it, you can send it to me at p_holbytla@earthlink.net *PLEASE* you don't know how much this means to me! Even if it's to tell me that I'm a psychotic b**ch for writing this piece of fecal matter. I WANT YOUR OPINION!
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|Reviewer |Date |Chapter |Type | | |2002-09-01 |3 |Anonymous | |This story could | | | | |be good, but is | | | | |unreadable due to| | | | |the fact that you| | | | |refuse to | | | | |seperate your | | | | |paragraphs! | | | | |Please fix! | | | | | |2002-09-01 |3 |Signed | |Dimple Boffin | | | | |(aka | | | | |Chameleon | | | | |Kookaburra, I am | | | | |*so* sorry I | | | | |mis-spelled your | | | | |name in my review| | | | |of chapter 26. | | | | |Sorry about | | | | |that! | | | | | |2002-08-23 |3 |Signed | |Blue Jedi Hobbit | | | | |009 | | | | |Hmmmmmmm... | | | | |interesting. I | | | | |havne't seen your| | | | |Pippin-theory | | | | |thing-y in any | | | | |other story, but | | | | |it's interesting.| | | | |I could honestly | | | | |go either way. | | | | |But, really, I do| | | | |think orcs are | | | | |more intelligent | | | | |than there made | | | | |out to be. Don't | | | | |ask me why; I | | | | |just do... | | | | | |2002-08-17 |3 |Signed | |ShireMaidens | | | | |oh wow this is so| | | | |dark.... and so | | | | |sad.... my poor | | | | |Pip. i will | | | | |rescue him if no | | | | |one else will....| | | | |*runs off to save| | | | |her pippin* | | | | | | | | | |Good story. nice | | | | |plot line and i | | | | |love how Pip | | | | |feels that its | | | | |all his fault | | | | |that gandalf is | | | | |dead. its a good | | | | |read and i look | | | | |forword to | | | | |reading more. | | | | | | | | | |Namarie | | | | | | | | | |Beth, the crazy | | | | |half of the | | | | |Shiremaidens | | | | | |2002-07-23 |3 |Anonymous | |Mistoffelees | | | | |(lia_parisi@hotma| | | | |il.com) | | | | |(Don't mind my | | | | |last review, I | | | | |thought I | | | | |submitted it | | | | |twice..) | | | | |~gets strange | | | | |tingly, familiar | | | | |feeling that she | | | | |doesn't like~ You| | | | |are *horrible*! | | | | |HORRIBLE! BAH! I | | | | |HATE YOU! No, | | | | |just kidding. | | | | |~drops penny in | | | | |collection tin~ | | | | |That was..wow. | | | | |~shudders~ I | | | | |can't say | | | | |anything | | | | |else..poor | | | | |Pippin...a | | | | |flogging..oh | | | | |Valar.. | | | | | |2002-07-13 |3 |Signed | |hey finally got a| | | | |review thing | | | | |up!!!keep it up | | | | |or i'll ahve to | | | | |kill u..but then | | | | |u'll never carry | | | | |on..what a | | | | |disaster!! | | | | | |2002-07-11 |3 |Signed | |Phoebe | | | | |Well,I can see | | | | |where this is | | | | |going. So far it | | | | |has been | | | | |wonderfully | | | | |written and I | | | | |felt so sorry for| | | | |poor lil Pip. I | | | | |usually do not | | | | |read fics like | | | | |these, so I | | | | |really do not | | | | |know how to | | | | |comment it... | | | | | |2002-06-30 |3 |Signed | |shirebound | | | | |Hope the reviews | | | | |are going | | | | |through! This is | | | | |really exciting, | | | | |poor Pippin! The | | | | |characters | | | | |(especially the | | | | |orcs) seem very | | | | |realistic. | | | | |Looking forward | | | | |to more. | | | | | |2002-06-30 |3 |Signed | |Llinos | | | | |This is getting | | | | |scarier and I | | | | |found myself | | | | |holding my breath| | | | |as I read. Your | | | | |orcs are very | | | | |well written (not| | | | |easy writing orcs| | | | |as I discovered | | | | |to my cost!) I | | | | |agree with you | | | | |about Pippin's | | | | |innocence and you| | | | |portray it very | | | | |well. Carry on | | | | |like this and | | | | |soon please. What| | | | |are the others | | | | |doing - looking | | | | |very hard I hope!| | | | |If they don't | | | | |find him soon I | | | | |may have to send | | | | |Smagnu over to | | | | |get him :-)! | | | |