A/n: ok this chappy will tell what happened to Nimloth and the hobbits. Sorry it took me so long to update , but my poor Eugene was sick...I used my dad's computer but he found out (I can thank my mother hisses for that, she caught me and Michelle using the forbidden computer....) and got angry at me and then I said sorry, and he said :"ok, I forgive my little and lovely girl...BUT if you ever dare to use my computer again..." the point is that he sent Eugene to fix, and he's back, home and safe with mommy ...ok that was weird... Thankies 4 the reviews!!! Specially to flaming flamingo!!!!

Disclaimer: ...I...I ...d-do-n't own...lord of the rings, Tolkien does! Argh, grrr! But I still own Nimloth, Mororn, Draug-rog, Thalion and all the other folk of whom you haven't heard of!

Chapter 10, Kissing an orc.

Pippin sat on the hard ground, watching the orcs nearby. He was thinking about what had happened in the last couple of days?, hours? Years? He really couldn't tell. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted as two disgusting orcs approached him, one carrying Merry, who was terrified, and the other one carrying Nimloth who was unconscious. The orcs threw them roughly on the ground and left.

"Hello Pippin, nice night isn't it?" merry said sarcastically. He rubbed a large, nasty gash about his right brow.

"Oh, indeed," Pip replied almost finding the matter funny. He would have laugh if the times weren't such. He turned to Nimloth. She was lying unconscious, deathly pale and shivering. Her face was muddy, her clothes were dirty and torn, he had never seen anyone look so sad and sick as she looked.

"How long will this last?" Pippin mused a loud.

Merry sighed. "I don't know Pip, but I think we might have made a mistake leaving the shire. We should worry about Nimloth though, she has been like this all day.

"Isn't it wonderful? Open your eyes! Look around you, lady Nimloth, look at the sky! Watch the glory of..."

Just a dream Again. She woke up, remembering only a bit of it, this time a bit more, she could see the grass and the blue sky and the sun shinning. Still she didn't recognise the voice, it sounded familiar, but she wasn't sure, she had forgot many faces, and she probably wouldn't remember any voices, not even her loved one's... Boromir. Her thoughts turned inwards as she laid backwards on the ground with her eyes closed trying to remember every second. Images of what had happened flashed through her mind :Boromir and her were about to kiss, and then the orcs came and then confusion. She remembered Boromir pinned to a tree, in front of him an orc, bigger than the ones back in Moria, holding a bow. Boromir was dead. And she didn't tell him, and she wouldn't be able to tell him ever. Boromir was dead. And she couldn't do anything, she just stood there, like fool until an orc grabbed her and took her away.

She sobbed silently and sighed. She opened her eyes and rubbed the tears off. She rolled on to her side and immediately felt that something burned and hurt. Pain was written all over her face she closed her eyes again, concentrating on something else but the pain. She looked up and saw Pippin, looking at her with concern, next to him Merry with the same expression. She smiled weakly, trying not to worry them. She then remembered the cause of the burning pain: the orc who had stabbed her. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "Hey Pippin, Merry!! How are you two doing?" she continued, turning her attention back to the hobbits.

"I see you are yourself again!" Pippin joked.

"We are fine, but how are you? That wound looks pretty bad to me," Merry added.

"This?? Pfs! This is nothing it doesn't hurt, an old warrior like me gets used to this kind of things!" she grunted trying to imitate her brother. When he was hurt after some fight and told her that, he was better on playing the brave warrior though.

Pippin raised and eyebrow, and was about to say something when a thin and ugly orc came towards them. "If I had my wish, I'd had you dead," he hissed and then spat. "I'd make you suffer you miserable rat!" He looked at Pippin. He walked a bit over to his right, grinning at Nimloth. "I can't think ," he began.

"I wonder why?" Nimloth said, rolling her eyes. Pippin and Merry chuckled.

The orc cleared his throat 'what an idiot, probably he didn't understand the insult,' she thought disappointed, she missed bothering Boromir. She sighed.

"I can't think why Saruman would want this," he continued looking at the hobbits with despise and then he turned to Nimloth grinning meanly, "but I can imagine what the old man wants with this pretty thing." He brought his rotten lips close to Nimloth's. Then the most ugliest, disgusting and humiliating thing happened to Nimloth: an orc, a disgusting filthy orc had just kissed her.

She spit him on the face. "You disgusting idiot! You'll pay for this!" she said in black speech (a/n: I couldn't find a black speech dictionary or anything, but that's the orcs language ,I think ,and Angmar's language...I forgot to tell you that). She wanted to clean her mouth, but her hands were bind tightly. She kept cursing in all possible languages, until the orcs stopped paying attention.

Soon after, the orcs started fighting, the Isengarders against the other orcs. Uglûk kept saying that the prisoners were to remain unspoiled and the others demanded they were hungry. This fight gave the hobbits and Nimloth time to talk, although they couldn't talk just as distractedly as they did before, but they agreed that that was better than nothing.

"He gave his life for us," Merry recalled. The theme, although Nimloth tried to avoid it, of Boromir's death kept appearing in the conversation. Tears began to gather on Nimloth eyes, she lowered her head.

"What is it? What's wrong??" Pippin asked noticing Nimloth was crying, although she was trying to hide it. (a/n: I know, stupid question to ask if you were just talking of someone's dead , huh?)

"I wanted to tell him Pip, I really did! I wanted to tell him although I knew you would laugh!" she laughed as more tears fell from her icy ponds. Merry and Pippin realised the obvious. Pippin placed his hand on her shoulder as so did Merry.

"I'm sorry," Pippin said.

"That's...." An orc hit Nimloth on the back of her neck. She faded.

"She talks too much," the orc hissed and threw her over his shoulder. The other orcs laughed. Two Isengarders came towards them , grabbed Merry and Pippin and pulled them over their shoulders. They were heading towards Isengard as chased by an invisible master.

A/n: ok...this is not my best chapter but it's late, and I haven't write for a long time...so forgive me. Any questions fell free to ask, and REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!!! You know...I live from feedback...you wouldn't want me to die would ya? If I die I'll sue you I swear!!! Ok! Have a nice and happy day! In these days I can hardly recognise my self...Ps: Eugene is my computer...just in case, so you know