Okay, I'm back again to write the next chapter of my story!All of mythanks to Chicky Poo for being my only reviewer for my last chapter. Everybody : please review!

Location Change

"Scum!" shouted the tall Uruk in front of Aragorn's and Tári's cell. "Stand up." Aragorn and Tári, not wanting to further their bad luck with the Uruks stood up tall. "Under orders from the top, you will be moved to Mordor."

"Lovely," Aragorn murmured sarcastically, under his breath.

The Uruk entered the cell, his rancid stench becoming more and more defined as he moved closer and closer to Aragorn and Tári. Finally he stood before them, holding two ropes and two sacks that were to be used as gags. Aragorn and Tári waited, though inside they were quite impatient, for the Uruk to tie their hands and stuff their mouths.

He did. Then, without speaking, he grabbed their hands and dragged them out of the cell. He walked them to a large cart full of red wine and meat that had probably come from another Uruk. Throwing them in, he yelled something to the driver, and leered at them before leaving.

Though the cart smelled extremely bad, Aragorn and Tári were desperately trying to relieve themselves of their gag sacks so that they could breathe easier. Tári's method was puffing out her cheeks to loosen the sack and then using her (tied together) hands to move it to around her neck or off of her head. She finally succeeded and helped Aragorn to get his gag out too.

"Tári, do you see anything that we can use as a sign to tell Legolas or anybody who comes to look for us that we were here?" Aragorn asked.

"Besides our clothes, they stripped us of everything. Taking everything of value," replied Tári.

"You must look in one of my pockets for a marble. I'm sure that I hid one there when I left, in case something like this happened. I can say that I did not think I would need to use it," said Aragorn.

Tári stretched her ropes as far as they would go, (not far), and rummaged around in Aragorn's pockets for the marble that he supposedly had. "Aragorn," Tári breathed, "I think I found it." Carefully keeping her hands around her precious find she raised them and opened them near Aragorn's face, so that he could see it.

"This is not the marble I was thinking about, but it'll do," he said, looking at the purple marble that she had found. Aragorn moved his mouth by Tári's hands and sucked up the marble, without swallowing it. Then, he pursed his lips, took a big breath of air and blew the marble out of his mouth, launching it into the air, to fall in the mud.

"That was excellent," said Tári, still looking at the place where the marble fell.

"Perhaps it was," said Aragorn, "but we can only hope that someone who knows us will come around to find it. Without that marble, we are lost. It is our lifeline."

Tári thought that Aragorn was being a bit morbid, but she supposed it came from being a ranger.

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