Author: Happy all hallows eve everyone! Here is your chapter, I will try to make it as long as possible. As I have highly considered all of your stinging words!!!

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Chapter34

"Freaking Orc! Put me freaking down! NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!" I kept screaming over and over and over. Right into its ear.

"Shut up! Shut UP! Or I'll feed ye to me warg, you sniveling little rat!"

"You shut up! Filth of Saruman! And let me GO!"

The freaking orc then threw me from his warg. And there was no one there to catch me this time.... I hit the ground with a dull thud.

OOO

I woke up with a small moan. My head hurt like hell and my whole face felt swollen. I was lying on the ground. On top of......a pile of robes?

I opened my eyes warily and was met with the striking paleness of Grima Wormtongue's skin. I bit back a scream. He reached out a hand (about two inches) and touched my face.

"Good.... good, you're awake." He said. His hand stroked my hair. "So fine....so fine...." He mumbled to himself.

"What......Get AWAY from me!" I shouted and scrambled backwards.

He flew back too, and looked extremely startled. "No my dear, no, you mustn't behave that way. No, you are mine now. You see? Mine." He answered with a smile.

"I am not yours you fool. You can't own hobbits, they own themselves." I answered stupidly.

"So fine....so beautiful, and small, like a crystal drop of dew, or a pure diamond chip.... all mine....my little Eowyn...." He mumbled, and came closer.

Just then an orc came into view. "My lordship, we must move. THEY are tracking us for that little rat. It's dangerous too. And The Master wants her by sunrise." It barked.

"I know, I knooooow." Grima whined plaintively. "Get me my horse at once then, you fool."

Oh my god, they were taking me to....to Saruman. To Isenguard. Oh no oh no oh no.....

The orc left and soon returned with a horse. And Grima lifted me tenderly onto it, and got up behind me. I shuddered. Isenguard meant torture, and telling him everything....oh no.... 'you will change this tales end'...

OOO

We rode on for hours. And then later, scouts came back saying that we were being tracked very closely and had better take the longer route. We turned towards the east and kept riding.

But at least that bought me some time. I decided to try and talk Grima out of handing me over to his Master for a bit of fun.

"Grima," I started softly. "Please don't let Saruman hurt me," I continued.

"Oh, he won't pet, he won't. He will just ask you some questions, and then you'll be mine again. He's told me this himself." Grima answered, and stroked my hair. I wish I hadn't washed it.

I swallowed. Ok, sure, a few questions. Was Grima dense or something? Saruman was going to torture me until I cracked, and then laugh as he killed me...

OOO

Oh my god. It was the middle of the night when the horrific screams started. The wargs howled in agony. That was when I realized that the screams were coming from the orcs. They were under attack.

Oh great. Probably mountain men. Perhaps they'll spare me so they can pass me around a bit, and have a little fun killing me slowly...

Grima hollered as our horse reared, and tried to get control of the reigns...I threw my head back hard into his chest and leaned as far away from him as I could, until gravity pulled me from the horse.

Grima sped away, or, his horse did. And I could hear him cursing me all the way into the distance.

So I ran for my little hobbity life. I flung myself into the first bushes I saw, and watched. I realized that arrows were flying from all around me finding a mark every time. Wargs and orcs lost their lives swiftly, and as the last one was slew, I would have cried out, but a large hand covered my mouth, and an arm encircled my waist.

I kicked and struggled instinctively. And my captor shook me like a terrier with a rat. I stopped struggling. We emerged from the bushes along with many others. All of them hooded and cloaked in green and brown.

They made a circle, and I was forced to the center of it. Where I was swiftly bound......AGAIN.

I looked up into the cold hard eyes of Faramir, captain of Gondor.

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Author: Yea! Sorry this chapter wasn't as long as you all wanted, but I will be working on the next one ASAP, I promise....

Thanx, all!

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