Disclaimer: I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I do not own
anything except the Orcs and some of the personalities. Everything else is
Tolkien's.
Oh man, if I even BEGAN to thank all you wonderful reviewers for taking the time to tell me what you think about my story, I'd be going on until we're all old and gray. You've saved my life! *bows down* Thank you so much!
Ok, finally, another chapter waiting for you! So go sit by the fire with a hot dog to roast, and let's get going!
~**~
Chapter 10
"NOOOOOOO!!!!"
That was the exact dreadful noise that came from Gimli's room the very next morning.
Everyone else in the House of Elrond came running quickly out of their room, some with looks of annoyance on their faces and others with looks of anticipation. (in Aragorn's case, excited glee)
But when the small group of heroes actually came to bursting into Gimli's room, they found not Gimli sitting upon the poor disheveled bed...but our dear friend Gloin, who was clutching a letter dramatically to his heart and wailing his head off.
Everyone in the doorway blinked.
"Um...good morning to you too, Gimli..." Boromir stammered, unsure (like the rest of them) of what was going on...but he still didn't like the looks of it.
"Whazzup?" Aragorn asked cheerfully. "Didja' get bitten by a misquito?!"
Gandalf gave a small squeak of terror at this, but Arwen, acting as sweet and polite as ever, carefully approached Gloin and sat down beside him, starting to offer a bit of comfort to the distraught Dwarf. "Oh, don't cry Gloin..." She said sweetly. "What's wrong?"
"I can't TELL you!!!" Gloin sobbed dramatically, clutching the piece of paper tighter.
Legolas surveyed the situation carefully, then raised an eyebrow and asked quite calmly, "Were you drawing a picture?"
"That would do it." Boromir grumbled as Aragorn snorted heavily in barely- contained laughter.
"Um...are you all sad and stuff?" Gandalf asked scaredly.
"Oh no Gandalf, he's PERFECTLY ok!" Boromir said sarcastically, then rolled his eyes and went over to Gloin. "Ok, fess up fat-stuff. What's wrong?"
Gloin glared darkly at him through dark, teary eyes. "Why would YOU care?!" He challenged.
"'Cause yer driving us all bonkers with all that whining!" Aragorn put in, prancing up happily to the sniffling Dwarf and non-hesitantly snatching the note from his fat hands. "Ooooohh!" He said as if in great interest, pretending to read the note enthusiastically. "You got a GIRLFRIEND Anoin' Gloin?"
"NOOO!!!" Gloin bellowed, causing everyone to back up at least one step from the volume of his yelling.
"Ok, ok!" Boromir said, frowning at him. "Let's just not panic here..."
"NOT PANIC?!?" Gloin wailed. "DID YOU SEE WHAT THAT NOTE SAID?!?!"
"Uhhhhhh...no, not yet." Boromir admitted. He took a sideways glance at Aragorn, who was still happily looking over the piece of paper. "But I will in about...two seconds." With that, the Gondorian guy snatched the note from his buddy and started reading it quickly.
Aragorn was snickering like mad. "That's the FUNNIEST thing I've ever seen!!" He announced quite happily.
"What is?" Legolas said quickly, moving to peer over Boromir's shoulder and read the note as well. A few seconds later, a small, almost wicked smile started to creep up onto the Elf's face.
"What? What does it say?" Arwen asked worriedly, wrapping her bedroom robe more tightly around herself. "Is it something bad?"
"Oh yes shnookums! Terrible!" Aragorn assured her with all cheerfulness.
"Absolutely dreadful..." Legolas added with a tone in his voice that spoke obviously of teasing glee.
"Uh...duh...what does it all say and stuff?" Gandalf asked weakly.
"Well..." Boromir said, rather importantly folding up the note and stuffing it in his pocket. "It says that old Gimli has been Dwarf-napped by the same creatures that took Lord Elrond..."
"Not creatures B, aliens!" Aragorn reminded him seriously, a huge smile on his face.
Boromir gave him a Look. "Oh yeah. Right Aragorn." He cleared his throat and looked around at all the people in the room. "So that's the news I guess."
Arwen gasped. "Oh dear! But what if he gets killed?"
"You mean like Pops will?" Aragorn said casually, shrugging. "Well, unless yer the Angel of Death or something, you can't stop anythin' like that!"
"Unless we give the money!!!" Gloin suddenly interrupted loudly, jumping to his feet and pointing a big, stubby finger accusingly at Boromir. "You...YOU did this!!" He announced.
Boromir blinked. "Uh...what did I do?" He asked.
Gloin glared daggers at him. "You...delayed......YOU KEPT ALL THAT STUPID MONEY HERE SO NOW GIMLI IS GONE WITH THOSE ALIENS AND WILL PROBABLY BE VAPORIZED!!!"
"No, not vaporized..." Aragorn corrected with an evil grin. "He will be..." He paused for dramatic tension... "Assimilated!!"
"Aiiii!!!" Arwen wailed in terror.
"Yeah! And resistance is futile!!" The reporting Ranger assured them all.
Boromir rolled his eyes while Arwen started to cry and Gloin started to scream angrily at them. "Yeah, right Aragorn. Sure." He took the note out of his pocket and looked it over again. "Well, it sames to be the same deal as before. Rivendell will be left broke...and all we get is Lord Elrond and Gimli back."
"All we get?!" Legolas said disbelievingly. "You're saying that getting the lord of Imladris back is some small amount or something?!"
"They could be killing him!!" Arwen cried, sobbing sorrowfully.
"Oh, there, there shnookums!" Aragorn quickly said, rushing over and giving her a hug. "Please don't cry!"
Arwen sniffed and nodded bravely. "I'll try sweetie." She assured him.
"Well..." Boromir said, considering their options carefully. "If we handed over the money in a week...I'd say we'd be able to get both Elrond and Gimli back in about three or five days..."
"No, if we wait that long we'll get Lord Elrond and Gimli back in three or five pieces!" Legolas said seriously. "There's no telling what those horrible things are doing to them over there!!"
~**~
"I'm hungry!!!" Gimli whined for the hundreth time as he wriggled impatiently in the ropes that bound both him and Elrond to a stalagmite in the big cave.
"Just ignore him." Boss quickly told the other Orcs, wolfing down some of the mush that had been their only supply of food for the last few days. "He'll stop soon."
The other Orcs looked doubtful, but they couldn't disobey their leader, so they went on eating anyway.
Gimli's eyes narrowed. If there was one thing that Dwarves like him could not tolerate, it was being ignored......by ORCS no less!!!
"Hey...HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU!!!" He bellowed, waiting for some kind of response...any kind of response! You see, he had been ignored for so long, that he was almost half-wishing that they would come over and whip him for a few minutes...just to show that they actually heard him!
With this in mind, the impatient Dwarf opened his mouth once again to let out a loud, long, "HEEEEEEEEYYY—"But in the middle of saying this, his voice was cut off by Elrond giving him a very sharp kick in the leg, and so, his little vocal thing turned into "OOOUUUUCCCHHH!!!" Instead.
"Just be quiet!!!" Elrond hissed angrily. "Do you honestly want to get yourself killed?!?"
"Anything's better than starving to death!!" Gimli whined, wriggling around in the ropes more frantically than ever. "I'm wasting away already!!"
Elrond took one look at the Dwarf's bulk and rolled his eyes. "I have a feeling that that won't be for a while yet." He remarked calmly.
Gimli glared darkly at him. "And how would you know?! You're just a stupid Elf...and this is all YOUR fault too!!!"
"My fault?!?" Elrond demanded, thoroughly insulted. "You know, I didn't ask to be captured by Orcs you know!!"
Gimli snorted. "Easy for you to say!" He looked in a very dramatic, overly- suspicious way at him. "And how do I know that you didn't just set this all up so people would feel SORRY for you?!?"
Boss rolled his eyes for the hundreth time as the distinct sound of someone being kicked and a loud yelp from Gimli reached his ears. "Ohhh...I am going to kill those idiots..." He vowed softly.
"Well, why not just get it overwith then, Boss?" Pugley suggested. "I mean, who says that these guys are all that important? What if they were really just two regular guys that nobody cares about?"
Boss glared darkly at him. "You IDIOT!!! Of course people care about these two!!! Why, that Elf is the Lord of Rivendell...and...and the Dwarf has a father!!"
"So?" Slim asked simply.
"SO THEY'RE GOING TO BE PAID FOR, OR THEY'RE GOING TO DIE!!!" Boss roared in his exceptionally-loud voice.
Even Gimli stopped howling in pain long enough to stare at him in surprise.
Boss, satisfied with this, smiled slightly in contentment. "After all, both of these two have family. Why, if their families don't openly just pour the money in our hands...that would be simply incongruous."
The rest of the Orcs blinked.
"Um...well...then how come we haven't gotten the money by now?" Bugley asked in a bit of confusion.
That did it.
Boss blew a few.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!" The enraged little Orc bellowed, starting to hop up and down and run around in circles like a creature possessed.
Elrond and Gimli watched him in as much horror as the other Orcs did. Man, it was bad enough to be captured by stupid Orcs, but to be captured by insane ones...
Glorfindel is never going to let me forget this...Elrond realized in a bit of dismay. Yes, this would deffidently be a tale to tell in the future.
Gimli, beside him, just grumbled and sat back against the pillar, scowling and mumbling grouchily to no one in particular, "I'm still hungry."
~**~
"Ok..." Boromir said, carefully sitting down at the big dining room table in the House of Elrond and looking around at everyone also seated at it. "So...any suggestions?"
"We give the money!!!" Gloin immediately announced.
Boromir twittled his thumbs uneasily. "Um...okaayy...uh, any other suggestions?"
Arwen sniffled, dabbing her eyes lightly with a handkerchief while Aragorn hugged her dutifully. "Well...if these people really are going to kill Father and Gimli...then, well..." She looked around uncomfortably at the rest of her friends, who were looking encourangingly at her. "Then...maybe we should just give them the money."
"Uh...duh...is that all smart and stuff?" Gandalf asked scaredly.
"Who knows?!? Just as long as we get GIMLI back!!" Gloin proclaimed in a voice that clearly would have gotten him heavy approval from his son...and that alone brought even more tears to his eyes.
Aragorn rolled his eyes. "Yeah Anoin' Gloin, we hear ya." He looked at Boromir. "What do you think B? You're the one who's s'posed to be in charge of this stuff!"
Boromir sighed. "Well, before we go to that, I say we check all other options before hand."
Legolas nodded. "Fair enough...but what other options do we have?"
Boromir put on a rather sly smile. "Well..." He said slyly, folding his hands regally and pausing for dramatic tension...
~**~
And a pause for dramatic tension it is! Of course the pause that my poor readers out there are going to get is bound to be a little bit longer...but I garauntee it won't be nearly as long if you review. So PLEEEAAAASSEE do!!! Just click the little button down there...yeah...it doesn't take that long, and I'd love to know what you think! *hopeful look*
Oh man, if I even BEGAN to thank all you wonderful reviewers for taking the time to tell me what you think about my story, I'd be going on until we're all old and gray. You've saved my life! *bows down* Thank you so much!
Ok, finally, another chapter waiting for you! So go sit by the fire with a hot dog to roast, and let's get going!
~**~
Chapter 10
"NOOOOOOO!!!!"
That was the exact dreadful noise that came from Gimli's room the very next morning.
Everyone else in the House of Elrond came running quickly out of their room, some with looks of annoyance on their faces and others with looks of anticipation. (in Aragorn's case, excited glee)
But when the small group of heroes actually came to bursting into Gimli's room, they found not Gimli sitting upon the poor disheveled bed...but our dear friend Gloin, who was clutching a letter dramatically to his heart and wailing his head off.
Everyone in the doorway blinked.
"Um...good morning to you too, Gimli..." Boromir stammered, unsure (like the rest of them) of what was going on...but he still didn't like the looks of it.
"Whazzup?" Aragorn asked cheerfully. "Didja' get bitten by a misquito?!"
Gandalf gave a small squeak of terror at this, but Arwen, acting as sweet and polite as ever, carefully approached Gloin and sat down beside him, starting to offer a bit of comfort to the distraught Dwarf. "Oh, don't cry Gloin..." She said sweetly. "What's wrong?"
"I can't TELL you!!!" Gloin sobbed dramatically, clutching the piece of paper tighter.
Legolas surveyed the situation carefully, then raised an eyebrow and asked quite calmly, "Were you drawing a picture?"
"That would do it." Boromir grumbled as Aragorn snorted heavily in barely- contained laughter.
"Um...are you all sad and stuff?" Gandalf asked scaredly.
"Oh no Gandalf, he's PERFECTLY ok!" Boromir said sarcastically, then rolled his eyes and went over to Gloin. "Ok, fess up fat-stuff. What's wrong?"
Gloin glared darkly at him through dark, teary eyes. "Why would YOU care?!" He challenged.
"'Cause yer driving us all bonkers with all that whining!" Aragorn put in, prancing up happily to the sniffling Dwarf and non-hesitantly snatching the note from his fat hands. "Ooooohh!" He said as if in great interest, pretending to read the note enthusiastically. "You got a GIRLFRIEND Anoin' Gloin?"
"NOOO!!!" Gloin bellowed, causing everyone to back up at least one step from the volume of his yelling.
"Ok, ok!" Boromir said, frowning at him. "Let's just not panic here..."
"NOT PANIC?!?" Gloin wailed. "DID YOU SEE WHAT THAT NOTE SAID?!?!"
"Uhhhhhh...no, not yet." Boromir admitted. He took a sideways glance at Aragorn, who was still happily looking over the piece of paper. "But I will in about...two seconds." With that, the Gondorian guy snatched the note from his buddy and started reading it quickly.
Aragorn was snickering like mad. "That's the FUNNIEST thing I've ever seen!!" He announced quite happily.
"What is?" Legolas said quickly, moving to peer over Boromir's shoulder and read the note as well. A few seconds later, a small, almost wicked smile started to creep up onto the Elf's face.
"What? What does it say?" Arwen asked worriedly, wrapping her bedroom robe more tightly around herself. "Is it something bad?"
"Oh yes shnookums! Terrible!" Aragorn assured her with all cheerfulness.
"Absolutely dreadful..." Legolas added with a tone in his voice that spoke obviously of teasing glee.
"Uh...duh...what does it all say and stuff?" Gandalf asked weakly.
"Well..." Boromir said, rather importantly folding up the note and stuffing it in his pocket. "It says that old Gimli has been Dwarf-napped by the same creatures that took Lord Elrond..."
"Not creatures B, aliens!" Aragorn reminded him seriously, a huge smile on his face.
Boromir gave him a Look. "Oh yeah. Right Aragorn." He cleared his throat and looked around at all the people in the room. "So that's the news I guess."
Arwen gasped. "Oh dear! But what if he gets killed?"
"You mean like Pops will?" Aragorn said casually, shrugging. "Well, unless yer the Angel of Death or something, you can't stop anythin' like that!"
"Unless we give the money!!!" Gloin suddenly interrupted loudly, jumping to his feet and pointing a big, stubby finger accusingly at Boromir. "You...YOU did this!!" He announced.
Boromir blinked. "Uh...what did I do?" He asked.
Gloin glared daggers at him. "You...delayed......YOU KEPT ALL THAT STUPID MONEY HERE SO NOW GIMLI IS GONE WITH THOSE ALIENS AND WILL PROBABLY BE VAPORIZED!!!"
"No, not vaporized..." Aragorn corrected with an evil grin. "He will be..." He paused for dramatic tension... "Assimilated!!"
"Aiiii!!!" Arwen wailed in terror.
"Yeah! And resistance is futile!!" The reporting Ranger assured them all.
Boromir rolled his eyes while Arwen started to cry and Gloin started to scream angrily at them. "Yeah, right Aragorn. Sure." He took the note out of his pocket and looked it over again. "Well, it sames to be the same deal as before. Rivendell will be left broke...and all we get is Lord Elrond and Gimli back."
"All we get?!" Legolas said disbelievingly. "You're saying that getting the lord of Imladris back is some small amount or something?!"
"They could be killing him!!" Arwen cried, sobbing sorrowfully.
"Oh, there, there shnookums!" Aragorn quickly said, rushing over and giving her a hug. "Please don't cry!"
Arwen sniffed and nodded bravely. "I'll try sweetie." She assured him.
"Well..." Boromir said, considering their options carefully. "If we handed over the money in a week...I'd say we'd be able to get both Elrond and Gimli back in about three or five days..."
"No, if we wait that long we'll get Lord Elrond and Gimli back in three or five pieces!" Legolas said seriously. "There's no telling what those horrible things are doing to them over there!!"
~**~
"I'm hungry!!!" Gimli whined for the hundreth time as he wriggled impatiently in the ropes that bound both him and Elrond to a stalagmite in the big cave.
"Just ignore him." Boss quickly told the other Orcs, wolfing down some of the mush that had been their only supply of food for the last few days. "He'll stop soon."
The other Orcs looked doubtful, but they couldn't disobey their leader, so they went on eating anyway.
Gimli's eyes narrowed. If there was one thing that Dwarves like him could not tolerate, it was being ignored......by ORCS no less!!!
"Hey...HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU!!!" He bellowed, waiting for some kind of response...any kind of response! You see, he had been ignored for so long, that he was almost half-wishing that they would come over and whip him for a few minutes...just to show that they actually heard him!
With this in mind, the impatient Dwarf opened his mouth once again to let out a loud, long, "HEEEEEEEEYYY—"But in the middle of saying this, his voice was cut off by Elrond giving him a very sharp kick in the leg, and so, his little vocal thing turned into "OOOUUUUCCCHHH!!!" Instead.
"Just be quiet!!!" Elrond hissed angrily. "Do you honestly want to get yourself killed?!?"
"Anything's better than starving to death!!" Gimli whined, wriggling around in the ropes more frantically than ever. "I'm wasting away already!!"
Elrond took one look at the Dwarf's bulk and rolled his eyes. "I have a feeling that that won't be for a while yet." He remarked calmly.
Gimli glared darkly at him. "And how would you know?! You're just a stupid Elf...and this is all YOUR fault too!!!"
"My fault?!?" Elrond demanded, thoroughly insulted. "You know, I didn't ask to be captured by Orcs you know!!"
Gimli snorted. "Easy for you to say!" He looked in a very dramatic, overly- suspicious way at him. "And how do I know that you didn't just set this all up so people would feel SORRY for you?!?"
Boss rolled his eyes for the hundreth time as the distinct sound of someone being kicked and a loud yelp from Gimli reached his ears. "Ohhh...I am going to kill those idiots..." He vowed softly.
"Well, why not just get it overwith then, Boss?" Pugley suggested. "I mean, who says that these guys are all that important? What if they were really just two regular guys that nobody cares about?"
Boss glared darkly at him. "You IDIOT!!! Of course people care about these two!!! Why, that Elf is the Lord of Rivendell...and...and the Dwarf has a father!!"
"So?" Slim asked simply.
"SO THEY'RE GOING TO BE PAID FOR, OR THEY'RE GOING TO DIE!!!" Boss roared in his exceptionally-loud voice.
Even Gimli stopped howling in pain long enough to stare at him in surprise.
Boss, satisfied with this, smiled slightly in contentment. "After all, both of these two have family. Why, if their families don't openly just pour the money in our hands...that would be simply incongruous."
The rest of the Orcs blinked.
"Um...well...then how come we haven't gotten the money by now?" Bugley asked in a bit of confusion.
That did it.
Boss blew a few.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!" The enraged little Orc bellowed, starting to hop up and down and run around in circles like a creature possessed.
Elrond and Gimli watched him in as much horror as the other Orcs did. Man, it was bad enough to be captured by stupid Orcs, but to be captured by insane ones...
Glorfindel is never going to let me forget this...Elrond realized in a bit of dismay. Yes, this would deffidently be a tale to tell in the future.
Gimli, beside him, just grumbled and sat back against the pillar, scowling and mumbling grouchily to no one in particular, "I'm still hungry."
~**~
"Ok..." Boromir said, carefully sitting down at the big dining room table in the House of Elrond and looking around at everyone also seated at it. "So...any suggestions?"
"We give the money!!!" Gloin immediately announced.
Boromir twittled his thumbs uneasily. "Um...okaayy...uh, any other suggestions?"
Arwen sniffled, dabbing her eyes lightly with a handkerchief while Aragorn hugged her dutifully. "Well...if these people really are going to kill Father and Gimli...then, well..." She looked around uncomfortably at the rest of her friends, who were looking encourangingly at her. "Then...maybe we should just give them the money."
"Uh...duh...is that all smart and stuff?" Gandalf asked scaredly.
"Who knows?!? Just as long as we get GIMLI back!!" Gloin proclaimed in a voice that clearly would have gotten him heavy approval from his son...and that alone brought even more tears to his eyes.
Aragorn rolled his eyes. "Yeah Anoin' Gloin, we hear ya." He looked at Boromir. "What do you think B? You're the one who's s'posed to be in charge of this stuff!"
Boromir sighed. "Well, before we go to that, I say we check all other options before hand."
Legolas nodded. "Fair enough...but what other options do we have?"
Boromir put on a rather sly smile. "Well..." He said slyly, folding his hands regally and pausing for dramatic tension...
~**~
And a pause for dramatic tension it is! Of course the pause that my poor readers out there are going to get is bound to be a little bit longer...but I garauntee it won't be nearly as long if you review. So PLEEEAAAASSEE do!!! Just click the little button down there...yeah...it doesn't take that long, and I'd love to know what you think! *hopeful look*