Lying on the floor of the damp and dark tower stripped of everything he owned, Frodo was lost in a world of pain and agony. Every inch of his small body was racked with pain. There were whip welts, various cuts, bruises of every shade and the agonizingly painful sting mark from Shelob. Her poison still coursed through his vains, like a river through a mountain side. It blurred his vision, slurred his thoughts and fogged his mind. Frodo had no clue where he was or what had happened to him. All he knew was that something important was missing and he couldn't figure out what it was.
Footsteps thundered down the stone corridor which lie under Frodo's prison. The trap door of his cell opened up and six monstrously large and wicked Uruk-hia came in. They yanked him up from the crumpled heap that he lay in and let him dangle in the air. As he hung there they maliciously bound his hands together and tethered then to the wall so that his feet hung only inches from the ground. "Where is it you little rat?," one of the Uruks shouted as he drew back his cruel looking whip. The whip had nine tails and inbeaded in each were sharp pieces of metal and glass. "W-what?" Frodo asked weakly, to confused and out of it to comprehend what the Uruk had said. "We want it now you little brat!," the Uruk yelled before he drew back the whip and lashed it across Frodo's bear chest.
The whip bit into his bare flesh and tore it to pieces, leaving pieces of glass in it. Frodo gave out a stifled scream before one of the Uruks back-handed him in the face. The force of the blow split his lip and blood oozed from the split. "Give it up you little sneak! We know you've got it!," another one of them growled at him. Frodo could only stare, his face blank, filled only with confusion and pain. What were they talking about? He didn't have anything, they had taken it all. "Speak you little maggot!," the biggest one hissed. Frodo starred again, confused by why they were holding him here. Getting no reaction from him, the Uruks were furious. Three of them attacked him at once. One punched him in the stomach, another beat his face and the other savagely kicked at his chest. Frodo could hear his ribs break, he could feel the blood spew from his mouth after every time they punched him.
It got to the point were Frodo didn't see how he could survive this. Finally the Uruks left the room. But they left him tied to the wall, dangling above the floor, his body broken in multiple places and covered with crimson blood. Throughout the night Frodo passed in and out of consciousness. Until an Uruk came into his prison cell. To his surprise it had brought food and it cleaned him off. This confused him even more, all of the other Uruks beat him mercilessly. But this one was being kind (to a certain degree). But it was all and act, after he had cleaned Frodo, he slapped him in the face and kicked him in his already broken ribs.. Little did Frodo know that he had a guardian angel watching out for him in Cirith Ungol.
How these creatures could be so crewel was beyond him, but as Frodo thought, the pain slowly bore away any sense of being he had. His left eye was swollen shut and his chest was covered in bruises, whip lashes and cuts. The worst of these were the whip lash across his chest and the blackish purple bruise covering his broken ribs. They would mend in time but his shoulder and chest where Shelob stung him would never heal. Frodo coughed, and as he coughed, blood came up with it. The Uruks were coming again, and Frodo dreaded every second as they came closer. The burst in and yanked him from the wall. The only thing that Frodo could hear at that point was the bone chilling sound of his shoulder separating from the rest of his body.
Why? What did he have that they wanted? That's when it hit him, they wanted the ring. But he didn't have it, they had taken it with his things. Why then were they keeping him? There was no more use for him, in his heart Frodo begged for them to just let him die. "The little Shire rat won't talk Aye?, Well, I can fix that," a smaller Orc said as he got up in Frodo's face. He grabbed Frodo's chin and pulled it up so that he was looking strait at him. Frodo could only see part of the Orc , as his left eye was swollen shut and the other was starting to swell as well. "Speak your worthless little maggot! Speak NOW! While you can!," The Uruk-hia hissed as he held up a gruesome looking device, while another bound him to the wall again.
It was cold iron, with a gag on it. But it just wasn't a gag, the gag had metal spikes on it and he had something else in his hand...... A syringe. The pain from his dislocated shoulder caused Frodo to start to nod off when the Orc jabbed the syringe in his right arm . "Now he'll talk, but he better talk fast. He hasn't got much time left to live," the Orc snarled as it injected the crimson looking liquid into him. As it was injected, it burned. It felt like his flesh was melting away. The poison coursed through his arm and to his shoulder. But then there was no sensation at all, just the same numbness that had been there since he was stabbed. But then it hit him full force in his chest and it flooded into his lungs. His lungs started to fill with fluid and there was nothing he could do.
Footsteps thundered down the stone corridor which lie under Frodo's prison. The trap door of his cell opened up and six monstrously large and wicked Uruk-hia came in. They yanked him up from the crumpled heap that he lay in and let him dangle in the air. As he hung there they maliciously bound his hands together and tethered then to the wall so that his feet hung only inches from the ground. "Where is it you little rat?," one of the Uruks shouted as he drew back his cruel looking whip. The whip had nine tails and inbeaded in each were sharp pieces of metal and glass. "W-what?" Frodo asked weakly, to confused and out of it to comprehend what the Uruk had said. "We want it now you little brat!," the Uruk yelled before he drew back the whip and lashed it across Frodo's bear chest.
The whip bit into his bare flesh and tore it to pieces, leaving pieces of glass in it. Frodo gave out a stifled scream before one of the Uruks back-handed him in the face. The force of the blow split his lip and blood oozed from the split. "Give it up you little sneak! We know you've got it!," another one of them growled at him. Frodo could only stare, his face blank, filled only with confusion and pain. What were they talking about? He didn't have anything, they had taken it all. "Speak you little maggot!," the biggest one hissed. Frodo starred again, confused by why they were holding him here. Getting no reaction from him, the Uruks were furious. Three of them attacked him at once. One punched him in the stomach, another beat his face and the other savagely kicked at his chest. Frodo could hear his ribs break, he could feel the blood spew from his mouth after every time they punched him.
It got to the point were Frodo didn't see how he could survive this. Finally the Uruks left the room. But they left him tied to the wall, dangling above the floor, his body broken in multiple places and covered with crimson blood. Throughout the night Frodo passed in and out of consciousness. Until an Uruk came into his prison cell. To his surprise it had brought food and it cleaned him off. This confused him even more, all of the other Uruks beat him mercilessly. But this one was being kind (to a certain degree). But it was all and act, after he had cleaned Frodo, he slapped him in the face and kicked him in his already broken ribs.. Little did Frodo know that he had a guardian angel watching out for him in Cirith Ungol.
How these creatures could be so crewel was beyond him, but as Frodo thought, the pain slowly bore away any sense of being he had. His left eye was swollen shut and his chest was covered in bruises, whip lashes and cuts. The worst of these were the whip lash across his chest and the blackish purple bruise covering his broken ribs. They would mend in time but his shoulder and chest where Shelob stung him would never heal. Frodo coughed, and as he coughed, blood came up with it. The Uruks were coming again, and Frodo dreaded every second as they came closer. The burst in and yanked him from the wall. The only thing that Frodo could hear at that point was the bone chilling sound of his shoulder separating from the rest of his body.
Why? What did he have that they wanted? That's when it hit him, they wanted the ring. But he didn't have it, they had taken it with his things. Why then were they keeping him? There was no more use for him, in his heart Frodo begged for them to just let him die. "The little Shire rat won't talk Aye?, Well, I can fix that," a smaller Orc said as he got up in Frodo's face. He grabbed Frodo's chin and pulled it up so that he was looking strait at him. Frodo could only see part of the Orc , as his left eye was swollen shut and the other was starting to swell as well. "Speak your worthless little maggot! Speak NOW! While you can!," The Uruk-hia hissed as he held up a gruesome looking device, while another bound him to the wall again.
It was cold iron, with a gag on it. But it just wasn't a gag, the gag had metal spikes on it and he had something else in his hand...... A syringe. The pain from his dislocated shoulder caused Frodo to start to nod off when the Orc jabbed the syringe in his right arm . "Now he'll talk, but he better talk fast. He hasn't got much time left to live," the Orc snarled as it injected the crimson looking liquid into him. As it was injected, it burned. It felt like his flesh was melting away. The poison coursed through his arm and to his shoulder. But then there was no sensation at all, just the same numbness that had been there since he was stabbed. But then it hit him full force in his chest and it flooded into his lungs. His lungs started to fill with fluid and there was nothing he could do.