Here's that chapter that I promised. I think you'll be happy:)
On with the story........
She moved on to his chest. The bruising she could do nothing for but she did clean off the blood and vomit. As she cleaned it, she picked out the pieces of glass that the whip imbedded in his skin. Once the wound was clean she bound his chest to set his broken ribs in place. She gently lifted Frodo's mutilated wrist and bound the broken bones together as best as she could with a splint and bandages. Then she gently wrapped his sprained ankle to help it heal.
After she delt with all of his major injuries that were visible, she sewed up all of the severe cuts and lacerations. After she had closed up all of the severe ones, she then moved to the clasps securing him to the wall. She freed his ankles first, then his waist, then she carefully removed the one from around his chest, and finally she freed his wrists. Now she had to figure how to get him out of here without the other Orcs noticing. "I'm transferring this prisoner to the Warg pits," She yelled down in as manly of a voice as she could conjure. The Orc yelled up in approval and she carried Frodo down the latter to a room she found where she could treat his injuries more adequately.
As she entered the room, she could see the crimson streak of blood that was on her arm. She gingerly turned Frodo over to access his back. She found the deep laceration on his back that stretched from one side of his chest to the other.. After she found it she gently sewed up the horrible gash and neatly bandaged it. Once she was confident in her work she moved to tend to Frodo's face. She tended to the gag first. She gently removed the chains from around Frodo's head, then carefully removed the gag from his mouth. Very little blood came forth and what did, she wiped away. There was nothing she could do for Frodo's black eyes, they would have to heal in time. She then checked his breathing and airway to make sure it was safe to remove the tube. His air way wasn't constricted anymore and he was breathing freely. She placed one hand behind Frodo's head and the other around the tube. In one quick motion the tube was out, and Frodo's chest rose and fell at a steady, even pace. She quickly and gently lifted him up and carried him over to the cot she had found for him.
Frodo stirred a little as she laid him down on the small cot in the corner of the room. "Sssssssh, little one. Rest, your safe now," she soothed. As she examined Frodo over again she saw the various punctures marks from needles all over his tiny body. She gently rolled him over so that she could check over his back once more. That's when she saw the stinger mark from Shelob. The outer rim of the mark was a light purple/black and the center of in was a crimson red color but it wasn't bleeding. She had been observing Frodo for the past couple of days, watching in horror as they tortured him. While she was watching she noticed that Frodo couldn't keep any food down and that when she had bathed him that night he cried out in pain when she touched his abdomen. Knowing these were key signs that an internal organ was infected, she prepared to remove it.
She found some of the drug that they had used to knock Frodo out earlier. She gingerly lifted up his un-injured wrist and injected the liquid. That should keep him out for a couple hours. She gingerly made an incision a few inches under Frodo's rib cage. Once she had found the infected organ, she removed it and sewed Frodo back up. After she sewed up her incision she gently bandaged it, then took a seat next to his bed and waited for him to awake.
Frodo moaned slightly as his eyelids weakly fluttered open. He was terribly confused. Just a few hours ago he was hanging from a prison wall bleeding to death. Now he was lying in a comfortable cot with all of his wounds sewed up and bandaged. "Wh-were am cough I?," Frodo asked, still confused by the situation. "Just rest, your safe now. I will explain more to you later," She said to him kindly. Calenorë sat while Frodo slept and thought about how she would explain it to him. She wasn't really and Orc, just disguised as one to rescue him. Frodo slept for a good three hours before he awoke again. "Easy Frodo, don't move to much," Calenorë said as she pulled off the Orc mask. "Yo-your and Elf?," Frodo said a bit stunned at the current situation. "Yes, I was sent by Lady Galadrial to help you," she explained to him. "W-where's Sa-sam?," Frodo asked as he took in a painful breath of air.
"I haven't seen Sam, but do not fret. I think that he will come back for you," Calenorë comforted, remembering Galadrial's vision. Almost three minutes after Calenorë had said that, someone came running down the hall screaming," Frodo! Mr. Frodo, where are you?," It was Sam. Calenorë quickly opened the door, pulled Sam inside and locked the door behind her. "Oh! Mr. Frodo! what happened to you?," Sam cried as he rushed to Frodo's side. "He was captured by the Orcs of Cirith Ungol. They tortured and beat him the entire two days he has been here," Calenorë explained to him. "Who are you?," Sam asked a little weary of the person who was caring for his master. "My name is Calenorë, I was sent by Lady Galadrial to help get Frodo out of Cirith Ungol and back on his mission," Calenorë explained to him. That was when Sam noticed her pointed ears and her slim figure. "Thank you my lady, you've been most kind," Sam said politely. Calenorë sat Frodo up and helped him eat some broth that she had brought with her. "S-sam, they t-took the r-ring. I-i've fa-failed Sam," Frodo said after he finished the broth. "You haven't failed Mr. Frodo. I took the ring when I thought I'd lost you," Sam said as he pulled the ring out of his pocket and handed it back to Frodo. Frodo slipped the ring on hits chain around his neck and it rested on his bandaged chest. "Th-thank you S-sam," Frodo replied weakly. "Frodo, we must get going. The ring must be destroyed," Calenorë told him. "I-i won't ma-make it. I-i can't e-even w-walk," Frodo said in agony. "I will help you Frodo, but we must hurry," Calenorë said urgently. Calenorë lifted Frodo from the cot and helped him stand. As soon as Frodo's feet hit the floor a wave of dizziness and pain erupted throughout his entire body and he collapsed into Calenorë's arms..
On with the story........
She moved on to his chest. The bruising she could do nothing for but she did clean off the blood and vomit. As she cleaned it, she picked out the pieces of glass that the whip imbedded in his skin. Once the wound was clean she bound his chest to set his broken ribs in place. She gently lifted Frodo's mutilated wrist and bound the broken bones together as best as she could with a splint and bandages. Then she gently wrapped his sprained ankle to help it heal.
After she delt with all of his major injuries that were visible, she sewed up all of the severe cuts and lacerations. After she had closed up all of the severe ones, she then moved to the clasps securing him to the wall. She freed his ankles first, then his waist, then she carefully removed the one from around his chest, and finally she freed his wrists. Now she had to figure how to get him out of here without the other Orcs noticing. "I'm transferring this prisoner to the Warg pits," She yelled down in as manly of a voice as she could conjure. The Orc yelled up in approval and she carried Frodo down the latter to a room she found where she could treat his injuries more adequately.
As she entered the room, she could see the crimson streak of blood that was on her arm. She gingerly turned Frodo over to access his back. She found the deep laceration on his back that stretched from one side of his chest to the other.. After she found it she gently sewed up the horrible gash and neatly bandaged it. Once she was confident in her work she moved to tend to Frodo's face. She tended to the gag first. She gently removed the chains from around Frodo's head, then carefully removed the gag from his mouth. Very little blood came forth and what did, she wiped away. There was nothing she could do for Frodo's black eyes, they would have to heal in time. She then checked his breathing and airway to make sure it was safe to remove the tube. His air way wasn't constricted anymore and he was breathing freely. She placed one hand behind Frodo's head and the other around the tube. In one quick motion the tube was out, and Frodo's chest rose and fell at a steady, even pace. She quickly and gently lifted him up and carried him over to the cot she had found for him.
Frodo stirred a little as she laid him down on the small cot in the corner of the room. "Sssssssh, little one. Rest, your safe now," she soothed. As she examined Frodo over again she saw the various punctures marks from needles all over his tiny body. She gently rolled him over so that she could check over his back once more. That's when she saw the stinger mark from Shelob. The outer rim of the mark was a light purple/black and the center of in was a crimson red color but it wasn't bleeding. She had been observing Frodo for the past couple of days, watching in horror as they tortured him. While she was watching she noticed that Frodo couldn't keep any food down and that when she had bathed him that night he cried out in pain when she touched his abdomen. Knowing these were key signs that an internal organ was infected, she prepared to remove it.
She found some of the drug that they had used to knock Frodo out earlier. She gingerly lifted up his un-injured wrist and injected the liquid. That should keep him out for a couple hours. She gingerly made an incision a few inches under Frodo's rib cage. Once she had found the infected organ, she removed it and sewed Frodo back up. After she sewed up her incision she gently bandaged it, then took a seat next to his bed and waited for him to awake.
Frodo moaned slightly as his eyelids weakly fluttered open. He was terribly confused. Just a few hours ago he was hanging from a prison wall bleeding to death. Now he was lying in a comfortable cot with all of his wounds sewed up and bandaged. "Wh-were am cough I?," Frodo asked, still confused by the situation. "Just rest, your safe now. I will explain more to you later," She said to him kindly. Calenorë sat while Frodo slept and thought about how she would explain it to him. She wasn't really and Orc, just disguised as one to rescue him. Frodo slept for a good three hours before he awoke again. "Easy Frodo, don't move to much," Calenorë said as she pulled off the Orc mask. "Yo-your and Elf?," Frodo said a bit stunned at the current situation. "Yes, I was sent by Lady Galadrial to help you," she explained to him. "W-where's Sa-sam?," Frodo asked as he took in a painful breath of air.
"I haven't seen Sam, but do not fret. I think that he will come back for you," Calenorë comforted, remembering Galadrial's vision. Almost three minutes after Calenorë had said that, someone came running down the hall screaming," Frodo! Mr. Frodo, where are you?," It was Sam. Calenorë quickly opened the door, pulled Sam inside and locked the door behind her. "Oh! Mr. Frodo! what happened to you?," Sam cried as he rushed to Frodo's side. "He was captured by the Orcs of Cirith Ungol. They tortured and beat him the entire two days he has been here," Calenorë explained to him. "Who are you?," Sam asked a little weary of the person who was caring for his master. "My name is Calenorë, I was sent by Lady Galadrial to help get Frodo out of Cirith Ungol and back on his mission," Calenorë explained to him. That was when Sam noticed her pointed ears and her slim figure. "Thank you my lady, you've been most kind," Sam said politely. Calenorë sat Frodo up and helped him eat some broth that she had brought with her. "S-sam, they t-took the r-ring. I-i've fa-failed Sam," Frodo said after he finished the broth. "You haven't failed Mr. Frodo. I took the ring when I thought I'd lost you," Sam said as he pulled the ring out of his pocket and handed it back to Frodo. Frodo slipped the ring on hits chain around his neck and it rested on his bandaged chest. "Th-thank you S-sam," Frodo replied weakly. "Frodo, we must get going. The ring must be destroyed," Calenorë told him. "I-i won't ma-make it. I-i can't e-even w-walk," Frodo said in agony. "I will help you Frodo, but we must hurry," Calenorë said urgently. Calenorë lifted Frodo from the cot and helped him stand. As soon as Frodo's feet hit the floor a wave of dizziness and pain erupted throughout his entire body and he collapsed into Calenorë's arms..