Disclaimer: I do not, repeat DO NOT, own any of these characters. J.R.R.
Tolkien does and I have utterly no problems with that at all.
Oh yes and if my story is the same as anyone else's I am soooooooo sorry. I
would love to read all the LotR stories but I don't have the time. Please
if it is the same, don't be mad, PLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE.
Ah right, so we do want longer chapters. OK, I'll try but I can't promise
anything cause I don't know how long they are until they're uploaded.
I do tend to babble on a bit don't I? Whoopsie. Anyway, here's chapter 7 or
whatever (I've forgotten how many chapters I've done).
The orcs ran day in and day out, constantly thudding over the plains – with Legolas slung over their leader's shoulder. Legolas hadn't regained consciousness since being punched and remained so limp that his captor occasionally would reach up to check the elf's pulse to make sure he wasn't dead.
On the fourth day of travel the orcs stopped, right beside Fangorn. As their leader dumped Legolas on the ground rather harshly, the elf was wakened. He took a ragged breath, opened his eyes slightly and began to cough. The orcs watched on as the prince brought up and spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood, until the leader stepped forward and clamped a hand on Legolas's throat, choking him. Automatically Legolas stopped gagging and lay very still, glaring at the orc.
"Keep your mouth shut, elfy, we don't want you dyin' on us: do we lads?" leered the leader.
The rest of the orcs chorused several different versions of "no" most involving a lot of swearing in Orc.
"I am Pogor! And I am taking you to Saruman. I would advise you not to make any trouble or you'll regret the day you were born", said the leader, "Oi, Hool! Get him something' to drink."
Hool was a hunch backed little orc with a nasty sideways curving grin and only one ear. Where the other should have been there was a large chunk out of the side of his head, where the flesh had been torn off right down to the bone. He rummaged through one of the other orcs packs while Pogor screamed at some other orcs to stand watch or go get food.
Hool came over to stand by Pogor as he tied Legolas to a tree. Then the hunched over orc handed his leader a flask. Pogor shook it back and forth to make sure there was something in it and smiled. Then quicker than even elven eyes could see, he flashed out a hand and took another firm hold on Legolas's neck pinning the elf in place.
Pogor place the flask to Legolas's lips and forced him to drink the burning liquid. The Mirkwood prince spluttered and made to spit the orc- draught out but Hool produced an old dirty cloth and proceeded to gag Legolas with it.
Legolas gave up his struggles and leant back against the tree. Pogor growled something to Hool in Orc and the smaller creature turned around and yelled something else to the rest of the orcs. Then he turned back to Pogor and replied in their tongue. Both of them nodded and wandered off to join the other orcs, who were gathered round a carcass of some sort and tearing off great strips of meat, babbling incomprehensibly.
Legolas stared at them for hours until he slipped back into the merciful blanket of unconsciousness again.
Aragorn and Gimli were wretched with grief over their missing friend. They had searched for hours among the corpses and could only come to the conclusion that the orcs had kidnapped Legolas to torture him to death, as elves didn't die as quick as mortals and would provide more "entertainment".
After that Gimli refused to get back on Arod and so Aragorn had to lift the dwarf onto Brego with him instead and lead Legolas's horse along beside them. They simply walked alongside Theoden and Gandalf, tears pouring down their faces.
The White Wizard was also sad, he had known Legolas as long as the elf had been alive but he didn't cry. Part of him knew where Legolas was going and why. That part of him made him feel so guilty that if he started to cry he knew he might never stop. He just sat quietly trying not to think about it.
Theoden didn't notice anything different until he realised that Gimli was riding Brego along with Aragorn and that the ranger was leading a riderless Arod. He kicked his horse in front of everyone else and then slowed until he no longer had Gandalf between him and Aragorn.
"Where is the elf?" asked Theoden, "Don't tell me he has forsaken his horse to help the walkers?"
The two remaining hunters gave him dead looks and Theoden gasped to see their tearstained faces.
"He did not fall, surely...." Theoden sat quietly for a moment and spoke again "Well for all our little knowledge of elves, it seems that they still live even when they die, in a much more lovely and peaceful place than this. So maybe he is happier now he is gone".
This comment was greeted with another set of miserable looks – Aragorn and Gimli obviously didn't agree with Theoden much. The King of Rohan frowned and rode back to the other side of Gandalf to talk with Gamling, leaving the ranger and dwarf to silently grieve their friend's apparent death.
Meanwhile Legolas was awake again and was now gazing around a cave the orcs had dumped him in. He glanced back at the back of the cave where it plunged into darkness and then back at the opening where he could just make out Fangorn forest through the gloomy dusk.
He shifted uncomfortably; the orcs had tied his hands and ankles a touch too tight and then bound his wrists to a handy outcrop in the wall. This meant his arms were above his head and his shoulders were twisted at an angle, pulling the muscles all along his side where the broken bone had began to work its way through.
All the orcs had gone into the tunnel and had left the hurt elf to the mercy of the elements and wild creatures that lived on the slopes of the mountain. Legolas had been sitting there for three hours before Hool returned. He untied Legolas and dragged him upright. Then he spoke, his deformed mouth getting in the way of his speech,
"Clome on," he growled, his words were very difficult to interpret and occasionally he'd accidentally pronounce more letters or miss some out, meaning Legolas had to concentrate really hard to understand him,
"Whatye waintin' fer. Doown there. Go."
Legolas took a hesitating step forward and then decided on one last glance, just so he could see the trees one last time, before turning back and walking unsteadily into the depths of the mountain.
Hey anyone know what Theoden's horse is called. I know it's in the book somewhere but I don't know where. Please keep reviewing cause reviews make me happy and I got the evil summer exams coming up like next week and I so haven't even thought of revising yet. What can I say, I do this every time and I'm still top of the class. And I hate it soooooooo much. Just so you know.
The orcs ran day in and day out, constantly thudding over the plains – with Legolas slung over their leader's shoulder. Legolas hadn't regained consciousness since being punched and remained so limp that his captor occasionally would reach up to check the elf's pulse to make sure he wasn't dead.
On the fourth day of travel the orcs stopped, right beside Fangorn. As their leader dumped Legolas on the ground rather harshly, the elf was wakened. He took a ragged breath, opened his eyes slightly and began to cough. The orcs watched on as the prince brought up and spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood, until the leader stepped forward and clamped a hand on Legolas's throat, choking him. Automatically Legolas stopped gagging and lay very still, glaring at the orc.
"Keep your mouth shut, elfy, we don't want you dyin' on us: do we lads?" leered the leader.
The rest of the orcs chorused several different versions of "no" most involving a lot of swearing in Orc.
"I am Pogor! And I am taking you to Saruman. I would advise you not to make any trouble or you'll regret the day you were born", said the leader, "Oi, Hool! Get him something' to drink."
Hool was a hunch backed little orc with a nasty sideways curving grin and only one ear. Where the other should have been there was a large chunk out of the side of his head, where the flesh had been torn off right down to the bone. He rummaged through one of the other orcs packs while Pogor screamed at some other orcs to stand watch or go get food.
Hool came over to stand by Pogor as he tied Legolas to a tree. Then the hunched over orc handed his leader a flask. Pogor shook it back and forth to make sure there was something in it and smiled. Then quicker than even elven eyes could see, he flashed out a hand and took another firm hold on Legolas's neck pinning the elf in place.
Pogor place the flask to Legolas's lips and forced him to drink the burning liquid. The Mirkwood prince spluttered and made to spit the orc- draught out but Hool produced an old dirty cloth and proceeded to gag Legolas with it.
Legolas gave up his struggles and leant back against the tree. Pogor growled something to Hool in Orc and the smaller creature turned around and yelled something else to the rest of the orcs. Then he turned back to Pogor and replied in their tongue. Both of them nodded and wandered off to join the other orcs, who were gathered round a carcass of some sort and tearing off great strips of meat, babbling incomprehensibly.
Legolas stared at them for hours until he slipped back into the merciful blanket of unconsciousness again.
Aragorn and Gimli were wretched with grief over their missing friend. They had searched for hours among the corpses and could only come to the conclusion that the orcs had kidnapped Legolas to torture him to death, as elves didn't die as quick as mortals and would provide more "entertainment".
After that Gimli refused to get back on Arod and so Aragorn had to lift the dwarf onto Brego with him instead and lead Legolas's horse along beside them. They simply walked alongside Theoden and Gandalf, tears pouring down their faces.
The White Wizard was also sad, he had known Legolas as long as the elf had been alive but he didn't cry. Part of him knew where Legolas was going and why. That part of him made him feel so guilty that if he started to cry he knew he might never stop. He just sat quietly trying not to think about it.
Theoden didn't notice anything different until he realised that Gimli was riding Brego along with Aragorn and that the ranger was leading a riderless Arod. He kicked his horse in front of everyone else and then slowed until he no longer had Gandalf between him and Aragorn.
"Where is the elf?" asked Theoden, "Don't tell me he has forsaken his horse to help the walkers?"
The two remaining hunters gave him dead looks and Theoden gasped to see their tearstained faces.
"He did not fall, surely...." Theoden sat quietly for a moment and spoke again "Well for all our little knowledge of elves, it seems that they still live even when they die, in a much more lovely and peaceful place than this. So maybe he is happier now he is gone".
This comment was greeted with another set of miserable looks – Aragorn and Gimli obviously didn't agree with Theoden much. The King of Rohan frowned and rode back to the other side of Gandalf to talk with Gamling, leaving the ranger and dwarf to silently grieve their friend's apparent death.
Meanwhile Legolas was awake again and was now gazing around a cave the orcs had dumped him in. He glanced back at the back of the cave where it plunged into darkness and then back at the opening where he could just make out Fangorn forest through the gloomy dusk.
He shifted uncomfortably; the orcs had tied his hands and ankles a touch too tight and then bound his wrists to a handy outcrop in the wall. This meant his arms were above his head and his shoulders were twisted at an angle, pulling the muscles all along his side where the broken bone had began to work its way through.
All the orcs had gone into the tunnel and had left the hurt elf to the mercy of the elements and wild creatures that lived on the slopes of the mountain. Legolas had been sitting there for three hours before Hool returned. He untied Legolas and dragged him upright. Then he spoke, his deformed mouth getting in the way of his speech,
"Clome on," he growled, his words were very difficult to interpret and occasionally he'd accidentally pronounce more letters or miss some out, meaning Legolas had to concentrate really hard to understand him,
"Whatye waintin' fer. Doown there. Go."
Legolas took a hesitating step forward and then decided on one last glance, just so he could see the trees one last time, before turning back and walking unsteadily into the depths of the mountain.
Hey anyone know what Theoden's horse is called. I know it's in the book somewhere but I don't know where. Please keep reviewing cause reviews make me happy and I got the evil summer exams coming up like next week and I so haven't even thought of revising yet. What can I say, I do this every time and I'm still top of the class. And I hate it soooooooo much. Just so you know.