Orcish Revenge
Chapter 10 - Sam's Story (Part 1)

Sam looked at his captors. Twelve six-foot Uruks. Never had Sam smelt something so putrid. Why did he have to fall asleep! Falling asleep was not a good thing to do when riding a horse. He remembered waking up to see his horse being ripped apart and eaten raw. He looked down at the ropes that bound his hands. They were rough and itchy on his skin. Sam thought that they were tied terribly tight for one as weak as him.

He sat up and looked at the Uruk's camp. They were all busy sharpening swords and talking away that Sam's guards were more than 20 feet away. He started to cough, the smell of the rotting horse and the general smell of the Uruks made him dizzy. One of his guards looked up at the prisoner and smirked. He stood up quickly and stomped over to the dizzy Hobbit.

Sam tried desperately to stop coughing; it attracted far too much unwanted attention. The Uruk grabbed Sam's arm and lifted him to his feet.

It chuckled as it spoke, a terrible grin on its hideous face, 'I've just had orders to kill you'.

Sam's eyes widened with fear. Kill him? He thought he was a valuable prisoner! The Uruk kept grinning and drew his jagged, dirty sword.

'I'm gonna enjoy this!' He laughed and he threw Sam on the ground.

'Wait!' Another Uruk shouted from behind. Sam sighed with relief. 'I want to help!' Sam's heart sank again.

'Fine. You hold 'im up, I'll chop 'im up!' the first Uruk shouted with a chuckle.

The second then picked Sam up and held him up to his face. Sam stared into his menacing eyes, the stench rising into his face and making him wretch.

'Hurry up and kill 'im Hoch! Hoch?' The second Uruk shouted in Sam's face, spraying what Sam could only assume was spit all over him.

And so it was that Sam was staring at the head of death. And Èomer chopped it off. Uruk's shouted and screamed everywhere around Sam. They were under attack.

'How did they find us?' One Uruk shouted.

'Elves!' The furthest from the camp shouted. Arrows were flying this way and that; the Uruks didn't know which way to go. Èomer grabbed Sam and dragged him from the middle of thebattle. He dropped Sam at the foot of an elf who fired one more arrow and then turned to speak with Èomer.

'The brothers will take Sam to Minas Tirith. I will find Hindike' The elf said.

'Do not underestimate Hindike. He is more powerful than he may at firs seem. What of Uthienel? What will he do?' Èomer asked the elf.

'Uthienel will travel back to Mirkwood with Simetai, Lurai will accompany Elrohir and Elladan to Minas Tirith' the elf replied.

'Very well. I will return to Edoras knowing that all is good hands. Thank you Glorfindel' Èomer finished.

Of course! Sam recognised Glorfindel now. He was happy now, knowing that he and his friends would have his help. And that he would be escorted by such names. Sam smiled and then noticed that Èomer had gone.

'Where is King Èomer?' Sam asked Glorfindel.

Glorfindel smiled 'He has already begun his ride back to Edoras' He quickly drew another arrow and fired it just above Sam's head. Sam jumped back in surprise and was hit by a falling Orc. The Orc had its sword drawn and was holding it, ready to strike Sam.

Sam stared at Glorfindel with amazement. 'Rohan cannot be long without it's King'. Glorfindel smiled and then ran off to find the other elves. Soon he returned with Lurai, Elrohir and Elladan.

They spoke to each other for a while, about their line of road. At last Sam was thrown onto a horse behind Elladan and they rode off to Minas Tirith. Not long after, Glorfindel overtook them. He was riding so fast Sam thought it could of have been Shadowfax he was riding. But he didn't have time to tell; Glorfindel soon disappeared from sight. And thinking again he realised he didn't even know where Shadowfax was in the world, nor did he know if he would carry anyone but Gandalf.

As they rode on Sam thought some more of Shadowfax and Gandalf, then his mind wondered onto Frodo. He would have very much liked Frodo to be here now, riding along side him. With these thoughts Sam drifted into a peaceful sleep.

As Sam awoke every sound around him seemed to echo and louden. He felt the steady beat of the horse hooves falling against the firm, green ground. He yawned loudly and stretched out his arms.

'Good Morning Mr. Gamgee!' Elladan called out gleefully glancing backwards at the awaking hobbit.

Sam was about to reply when something caught his eye; away to the south a strange figure was travelling quickly past them along the mountain foot. He let out a yell and pointed at the speeding figure. Elladan peered in the direction Sam had pointed. He gazed at it for a while and then spurred the horse onwards muttering something in elvish.

Sam continued to stare towards the mountain foot. But soon he found that they were heading steadily away from the mountains and the mysterious figure.

'What was it?' Sam squeaked nervously.

No one replied for some time but finally Lurai answered. 'It is best that you do not know just yet'

Sam sat back in the saddle and pondered over the figure and it's identity. After nearly three hours of riding they came to a halt and began to eat a hurried lunch. Sam saw this as a chance to press the matter of the mysterious figure. Standing up he wandered to the top of a hill and looked out towards the mountains.

'Can I know yet?' Sam asked scanning the plains that stretched out before him and onto the mountains in the distance.

Elrohir walked up beside him and placed his hand on his Sam's shoulder, but said nothing.

Sam sighed, 'Will I ever know?'

Elrohir smiled and turned around. He took a few steps down the hill, and then he stopped. He spoke in a low voice, so that only Sam could here him. 'I will tell you soon, tonight as the others rest, I will tell you'.

Sam stood silently on the hill for some time. He could not help thinking that Elrohir was taking a great risk by telling Sam without the others knowledge. However, he did not get a chance think about it because just as he wandered down from the hill after realising that had now been in one place for a strangely prolonged period of time, he found himself surrounded by large horses and sharp spears, held by very strong looking men. Sam opened his mouth to shout but closed quickly as he felt a spear rest on the rear of his neck.

There was no sound, none at all.

Sam looked around at the riders; there were at least twenty of them. All were clad in shimmering armour with the crest of Gondor across their chests. Sam craned his neck in an attempt to see between the horses for any sight of the elves that had accompanied him. Unfortunately the small hobbit couldn't see over the horses.

One of the riders whispered something to the one beside him, this second man nodded in agreement and dismounted. Sam stepped backwards as the tall man approached. But to Sam's surprise, the man knelt down on his knee and bowed his head. And if Sam wasn't astonished enough by this strange happening, the other riders all did the very same as the first.

After a moment they all stood again. The first that had bowed walked swiftly back to his horse and guided it to one side, there, where the tall horse had once stood, was a small but eager looking pony. Sam smiled at the sight of it; it was nice to have something your size around.

Another of the men seized Sam under the arms and lifted him onto the bright-eyed pony. The pony trotted in a little circle and then took his place once more. As the pony stopped the men quickly jumped onto their steeds and broke the neat circle they had made and filed out into a line. Silence once again returned.

It was then Sam realised that the elves that had escorted him were still nowhere to be seen. Just as this thought crossed Sam's mind, all three elves shot past them at a tremendous speed. Through some immense skill of precision, as they rode past, Elrohir managed to throw a single note into Sam's lap. Sam picked up and unravelled the parchment. It read;

Sam,
Farewell, we may meet again in Minas Tirith but I doubt it very much. These are good men, you can trust them; they will not allow a scratch upon your body. They will take you the rest of the way. Something has been brought to our attention, something we must do all within out power to prevent. Goodbye Samwise Gamgee and good luck.

Sam wondered what could have possibly worried the elves so much that they would gallop away at such a great speed and leave Sam in the company of complete strangers. But Sam did not have too much time to ponder over this as the riders began to trot forward and Sam was inclined to do the same.

Revised version - Some slight additions and modifications, fixed spelling and grammar etc. No changes to the story, just an improvement on the writing.