Chapter 3

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So this is what death feels like, a big, black, void. I can't see, hear, smell or feel anything, a little cold maybe, which I suppose is normal, but that's it.

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What was that?

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Oh great, my death has bad plumbing, that's just not fair!

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Wait a minute, death has bad plumbing? That can't be right, how can my void have plumbing issues? Why would eternal peace have pipes, even leaky ones? If this isn't the eternal void, then where am I?

I've decided, either there has been a mistake and I have been sent to some sort of hell-for-plumbers, or I have regained my hearing which means, can I dare to say it? Am I still alive?

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Oh shut up!

Lets have a look around then shall I? Hmm, cold floor I think, the would-be dark void has been demoted to just plain darkness. As for the deafness, I guess it is just that its really quiet here. Humph, its not much of an improvement on the void, to be honest.

It really is cold though, I'm freezing, my shoulder doesn't hurt as much as it used to which is a bonus, "He-o" that's my feeble attempt to say "Hello?"just so you know, it seems that my throat is too dry to pronounce even the simplest of words.

Damn

I'm so hungry I could eat my own hands, I swear I will if I don't get some food pretty quick.

So I guess the best thing to do is to sit and wait.

So that's what I'll do then, I'll wait.

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Hmmm.

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Waiting...

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I'm still waiting...

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Oh this is more than I can stand, I know I have the concentration span of a goldfish, but this is way past the limits of human indurance.

I know! I have an idea, I'm going to make as much noise as I can, that way, someone is sure to come, maybe even with food? Surely they will bring food now?

Food, food food.

Oooh, can't wait!

So, back to the noise making, what can I bang together? My hands? Er, what else is there?

Yes! Woo hoo! A rock, a large rock, it must have come off this here wall, ah well my gain I suppose.

clink

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I've got to do something about that leak.

Chink, chink, chink, chink, chink, CHINK, CHINK, CHINK, CHINK!

There are voices approaching, well, I hope I am not imaging it. No, they are. And they are getting closer, Best not stop now!

CHINK, CHINK, CHINK, CHINK!

They are getting closer!

CHINK, CHINK

I think they have stopped outside the door since they sounded really close last time I heard them, wherever that is.

I can hear mutterings, I can't understand them though, it's a weird sort of, made up language. Its really strange, the words seem to flow together, like they are well, fluid.

I can hear a clinking sound, just to hurry them along a bit I'll continue to bash my rock against their wall, just so they will get my point.

CLINK, CLINK, CLINK

There is a great rusty grating sound and I can at last, see my first bit of light for as long as I have been here. Instinctively I shield my eyes from the glare, finally I can squint up at them, in return they squint back, yes, very funny sense of humour.

This people, there are two of them, just stare, for all their pretty words, it seems they have no manners.

So, if they want to be so rude, I can return the favour. I sit there, fold my arms across my chest and give them the most evil glare I can muster.

Suddenly, they burst out laughing! They just stand there and laugh their silly heads off!

Humph, not very nice. I don't appreciate these weird people laughing at me. Eventually, their oh so funny chuckles die down., and one of them points a long finger at me, then beckons (I think) for me to come over.

Well, I wasn't very happy to say the least, so I threw my rock on the floor, venting at least some of my anger on it, I would have gained great satisfaction from the loud noise it made as it hit the floor, except that I then realised I had a terrible headache. Yeah, great timing Katie.

So, whilst they sniggered at my forehead rubbing, I managed (with great effort) to pull myself up.

One of them stepped aside for me to go past, then the other neatly stepped ahead of me, with the other stood behind, I figured I was going to be escorted somewhere. Beats chilling in that dungeon I suppose.

Thanks for reading,

I'm not going to be a nag and ask you R&R, I am hoping you will do that anyway.

Mori

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