Journey to Mordor (By SUV)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Lord of the Rings besides owning a copy of the DVDs and books. So do not even think about suing me! I'll sue you first! I only claim rights to the idea of this story and my plot lines. And I own Tess. Emily, Dolly, and Kate are all being used with permission. And I borrowed the Suburban from my Aunt Debbie.

Part II: The Two Towers

Chapter Eleven: Of Flames and Orcs

Orcs had captured Merry, Pippin, Emily, and Kate during an attack. Boromir had tried to save them, but failed. The four had been dragged away and their wrists bound to prevent escape. They were all being carried by Orcs and the Orcs were running very fast. Unknown to anyone but herself, Emily had her flame-thrower with her. She had hidden it in the bottom of her baggy orange pants, using a strap on the flame-thrower to hold it in place like a gun.

Emily was forming a plan in her mind. As soon as the Orcs stopped for a break, then she would use the flame-thrower to rid herself of her bounds and free the others. Then they would sneak up and attack the Orcs. Emily would burn them and the Hobbits would stab them with swords. Kate would run for help. It could work. Maybe, Emily wasn't sure.

The Orcs were running even faster now, if that was even possible. There was no way that their friends would be able to keep up and save them. But maybe their friends were the reason for the pace. Was there a reason as to why they had been captured, not killed?

"I smell man flesh and machine," growled an Orc. The four captives perked up at this mention of man and machine.

"Strider," said Merry, hopeful.

"Legolas," said Kate, dreamily.

"Tess," moaned Pippin and Emily.

"And Gimli," groaned all four. And then, much happier, "The SUV! It's coming for us! Ya!"

Hours later, the Orcs finally came to a stop for the night. Darkness had come swiftly and covered them quickly. The darkness made the four captives unnerved. But the darkness would help Emily as it would help hide her flame-thrower and their movements. So, once the Orcs were busy, Emily reached down with her bound wrists, and found the flame-thrower and brought it out into the open. Then she carefully started it and aimed it to burn through her bounds. And it worked. Emily was free!

Joyfully, Emily turned to her friends. She went to Pippin first and freed him before going to Merry and lastly Kate. Once all free, Emily quickly outlined her plan. Everyone agreed. Emily had modified it slightly from her original plan, seeing as she was the only one with a 'weapon'. The Hobbits had both lost their swords to Orcs. And Kate had no weapon at all. Only Emily had a weapon—the flame-thrower. But the Hobbits had somehow managed to sneak firecrackers with them.

Not only would the firecrackers help their friends to locate them, but also the firecrackers would wreak havoc and burn and ruin main things around them. And Emily had her flame-thrower to light them—and the Orcs—on fire. So it began. The great battle of their time. The battle between firecrackers and Orcs.

Within minutes of lighting the first firecracker, they had already killed at least four Orcs and burned many others. Just as the Orcs were about to rush them with weapons, help arrived. Help in the form of riders on horseback. The four quickly fled into the woods and were followed by a stray Orc, bent on killing them.

Kate quickly climbed a tree, as did Pippin and Emily. Merry was the slowest and was caught by the Orc. Emily sent a flame towards him, but missed. And the flame-thrower ran out of juice at that moment. And just as the Orc was about to kill Merry, he was smushed by the tree that Kate, Emily and Pippin had climbed.

The four all looked at the tree with frightened eyes. Emily tried to threaten it with the flame-thrower but had forgotten that it no longer worked. The tree also picked up Merry when he tried to run and began to take them to someone who 'would know just what to do with them'. All four gulped and began to prepare for the worst.

After several minutes, they were brought to a man wearing white robes with long white hair and a beard. "Saruman!" cried the four in fear of the figure standing in front of them who laughed and they got a good look at him. It was Gandalf the Grey, back from the dead!

The five conversed for some time and then Gandalf ordered the 'tree' to take them somewhere safe until they could be returned home. They argued but Gandalf still won.

Meanwhile, their friends were looking all over for them, searching everywhere, tracking the band of Orcs like mad…

[Author's Notes:

Chapters might be getting shorter but there will be more chapters written for everything and this story should be updated every day from now on. I'm now working on getting a load of chapters pre-written and ready to be posted so that I don't have to do as much work. It will make my life easier and help get these chapters out. On weekends or special occasions, I may post more than one chapter at a time. We will see. Expect the next update, Thursday, August 26th, as it has already been written.

Reviewers!

Ari Moon – Sorry you wouldn't be around. You'll just have to catch up when you get back. Depending on how long you're gone will depend on how many chapters will be posted. And Emily being gone is probably a good thing. Glad you liked it!

A Darker Side of Light – Ya, I think I can fit you in as a Ranger along with a protestor in Gondor. Just what would you like to go by as a name? And yes, unfortunately, we can no longer torture Boromir in this story, but we still have Denethor and Frodo, Sam, and gasp Gandalf! So you enjoy torturing/bothering Faramir's family too huh? Glad to know that someone else is a lot like me!

Jak, Merry, and Pippin wO – You still have your flame-thrower in the story! It's not locked up at the moment! Next time you have to ride in the SUV, I promise, YOU WILL BE STRAPPED TO THE ROOF!