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A/N- Please check this story every week, because I am going to try and update every week. (I have nothing better to do in study hall...) Ok, That's pretty much it.
Chapter 6- Anduril is Gone!
Aragorn looked across to Frodo, who was bleeding profusely. He knew that he couldn't talk to him, so he yelled to Shart, "He isn't going to last much longer!"
Shart walked over to Frodo and picked him up and examined him. "Fine, I'll give you thirty minutes to heal him." Then he took Anduril and Aragorn's bow form him and threw them on the ground.
Aragorn winced when his sword was thrown on the ground. No one touched Anduril except himself. Especially not an Uruk...
Shart unbound Aragorn's hands and ankles. "If you even think about escaping... we'll kill him right away..."He pointed to Frodo.
Aragorn dared to say, "I need water and some cloth."
"You'll get the water, but not the cloth." Then he shoved a flask of water into Aragorn's hands. "Better get started... remember thirty minutes."
Aragorn walked over to Frodo and carefully unbuttoned his shirt. Aragorn gasped at what he saw... slashes... cuts... bruises starting to form...
He started to heal Frodo by pouring water over the cuts and ripping his shirt to bind them.
When Aragorn was finished he tasted the water to see if it was fit to drink or not. (Has a foul taste, but other than that it's fine...) He thought.
He took some more opium out and gave it to Frodo. Then he lifted him up into a sitting position, and bade Frodo to drink some water.
Aragorn made sure that Frodo drank the entire flask, because of his blood loss.
Half an hour passed and Ugluk shouted, "Thirty minutes are up tark!"
Reluctantly Aragorn lay Frodo back down and walked over to Shart, knowing that if he fought back Frodo would be killed on the spot. Then the fate of Middle-Earth would be in ruin.
Aragorn was bound once again, and picked up and taken to the other side of camp.
Frodo was in a deep, but troubled sleep. He dreamt that there were Uruk-hai talking everywhere, and he was the subject of the discussion. They were debating on how to kill him off. Either a slow and painful death, or a quick and easy death.
"Come on let's get a move on! Pick up the prisoners!" Shart ordered.
Luz picked Frodo up and slung him over his shoulder. Then he ran.
A big Uruk, named One arm, picked Aragorn up and followed the band at an amazing speed. Aragorn watched in horror as his sword was soon out of sight...
Frodo woke up when Luz tripped and fell face first into the dirt. Frodo was transferred to a new carrier, named Lukiz.
The band set off again, and Frodo looked back and saw Luz never get up again.
Night fell and all of the Uruks were arguing that they weren't going another mile without some rest.
Frodo and Aragorn were roughly thrown onto the ground next to each other.
Aragorn barely knew this region; it was called the Dead Forest. His ada warned him to never come here. He said that too many deadly creatures lurked in the forest.
"'Ere! Eat!" Shart threw some moldy bread down in front of them.
Frodo and Aragorn knew that if they didn't eat, they would be starving, and they wouldn't get anything else for a long time.
So reluctantly both of them ate the bread in disgust.
A/N- Elvish to English translation- Ada- Dad
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