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.
The orcs let Legolas alone for several hours, Saruman obviously having told them if the elf was rested he might be a bit more 'entertaining'. But Hool did return eventually to the dungeon carrying a cup (Legolas was confused about that item, but then he was confused about everything else at the moment) and a knife (for less obscure reasons). The orc that had walked into Hool had come too, guided by Pogor's hand firmly planted on its shoulder. It was looking very sorry for itself and once it saw Legolas looking at it, tried to lunge at the elf.
Automatically Legolas recoiled into the wall but when Pogor had yanked the unknown orc back and when Legolas began to move forward a bit, the Prince found a very cold piece of very sharp metal pressed against his neck.
Hool grinned evilly and gestured to Pogor who grabbed the other orc's hands with one huge paw and wrenched its head back, exposing its throat.
"I expeclts you're thirsty?" dribbled Hool taking the knife from Legolas's throat, "Well, the masther seys to getye a drink, so we shill."
In truth, Legolas's mouth was so dry his tongue was stuck to his teeth and the bottom of his mouth, but his wasn't going to admit that to anyone. He made to say something in his defence but stopped. Hool had just plunged the knife into the unknown orc's throat and was holding the cup to the gaping wound, collecting the blood.
Legolas froze; he knew what was going to happen and that he had very little chance of stopping it. The only way was to refuse to open his mouth, but the orcs would probably just break his jaw. He shut his mouth anyway and glared at Hool.
The hunchbacked orc paid no attention to the intimidating stare (which Legolas had inherited from his father and had once even got Glorfindel and Elrond to back off) and pressed the brimming cup to the elf's lips. Legolas flicked his head to the side, remembering how he used to dodge the healers' attempts at giving him any medicine. The fact they had always got him to drink it in the end didn't occur to him at that point.
After several unsuccessful attempts Hool stood back a bit and growled,
"So ye woun't take it, eh? Pogor, mabe you shoul try."
The bigger orc made no sign of taking the cup. Instead he dropped the corpse he was still holding and walked over to the opposite corner where the orc carcass with the spikes in its head was chained. He turned, gave Legolas a slobbery grin and kicked out sideways, his foot connecting with the dead body.
Obviously that orc had been dead a very long time since instead of just its head coming off, it came apart just below the chest. All its internal organs were now a green puddle of thick goo and they smelt awful.
Legolas shut his eyes and tried to hold his breath, but his bruised lungs ached so much he gave up on that and began to breath through his mouth instead. Hool took the opportunity and smashed Legolas's head back against the wall and tipped the entire cup of orc blood down the elf's throat.
The now even more dazed Prince slumped forward, breathing erratically. He barely registered the fact he had just been forced to drink orc blood but instead concentrated on the fact his head felt as though half of it was missing and that he probably had whiplash now.
Hool smiled evilly and picked the bloodstained dagger from the floor.
"Nowye've hadda drink, 's time fer the real fun".
Now sitting around a fire, Aragorn, Gandalf and Treebeard were talking.
"Well, hrm, we have participated so far, yes? We have decided that we will continue fighting with you. This is our world too, we Ents must help protect it."
Gandalf and Aragorn nodded and the Wizard voiced their thanks,
"Your help will be welcomed my friend. We will need all the help we can get to defeat the Dark Lord."
Treebeard rumbled and turned towards the fire around which sat Gimli, the hobbits and the entire Rohan company. They were having a feast, which, by the sound of it, involved a lot of drinking.
'All Saruman's stocks' thought Aragorn and then added out loud,
"Where is Saruman? He hasn't come to see what's happening to his food and drink."
Gandalf looked toward the tower and concentrated briefly,
"He is not there... Well, he will never be able to gather such a strong army again, he should not be a threat any longer"
Near to the fire a splash signalled someone had fallen into the water below the rock they were eating on. Everyone still on it peered over the edge of the stone trying to figure out who had fallen off.
No figure emerged from the water and Aragorn realised whoever it was had just belly-flopped into one of the flooded chasms. He sprinted towards the drowned rift just as a soaked Peregrin Took appeared on the surface, gasping for breath and struggling to keep above water as though holding something very heavy.
Several Rohirrim made moves to dive in and save Pippin before Eomer shouted at them to stay where they were because none of them had ever learnt to swim.
Aragorn, however, did know how to swim which he proved by jumping into the water and darting over to the struggling hobbit.
"Stop fighting, Pippin" hissed Aragorn, grabbing hold of Pippin's collar. Sure enough the hobbit relaxed so the ranger could pull him into the shallows where Gandalf was waiting.
"Get up you fool of a Took and show me what you're holding!" snapped the wizard, pulling Pippin up.
Reluctantly Pippin handed over a navy glass sphere that Gandalf grabbed and wrapped in his cloak before nodding at the sopping halfling and swishing off through the water.
Aragorn slapped a hand on Pippin's shoulder and gave him an encouraging pat before following Gandalf. After several minutes of glaring at the wizard's back, Pippin went back to the feast and accepted three pints of ale to 'warm him up'.
The next morning they headed back to Edoras.
Treebeard stood at the ruined gateway, watched them go and then called out,
"Goodbye and remember, whenever you need us we will gladly come, hroom. Goodbye!"
Their journey was once again short and surprisingly uneventful, they were back in Edoras just as the new day started.
Eowyn was waiting for them to return outside the Golden Hall and as they approached ran down to kiss her uncle and brother and say hello (very politely) to Aragorn and Gimli.
Theoden and Gandalf went back into he Hall to continue their debate over whether Gondor needed their help, leaving Gimli and Aragorn to sit outside and watch the men and women of Rohan go about their lives.
Until a black cloaked rider on a huge black stallion thundered through the gates, that is.
It's not much of a cliffie but, hey, close enough.
Laebeth don't worry I'm not pissed at you at all. Believe me, I want to know any mistakes I made so chill. And here's one you didn't get (the fact no one has noticed it is really worrying). When Haldir says that he doesn't want to tell Thranduil that his last remaining son has gone to the Halls of Mandos, well, obviously Thranduil has more than one son since Legolas reckons he's just killed his brother. Erm, whoopsie? I'll figure something out don't worry.
Please review, please, please, please, PLEASE!!!!! For Legolas's and Aragorn's and Gimli's sake (plus all the various Rohirrim people that may be killed if there's fight between our ranger and the weird dude in black). And mine possibly.
And here's a great Irish curse for that person that you really don't like:
"May the cats eat you!"
(You see it'll confuse them so much you'll have time to scarper before they whack you or somethin')
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.
The orcs let Legolas alone for several hours, Saruman obviously having told them if the elf was rested he might be a bit more 'entertaining'. But Hool did return eventually to the dungeon carrying a cup (Legolas was confused about that item, but then he was confused about everything else at the moment) and a knife (for less obscure reasons). The orc that had walked into Hool had come too, guided by Pogor's hand firmly planted on its shoulder. It was looking very sorry for itself and once it saw Legolas looking at it, tried to lunge at the elf.
Automatically Legolas recoiled into the wall but when Pogor had yanked the unknown orc back and when Legolas began to move forward a bit, the Prince found a very cold piece of very sharp metal pressed against his neck.
Hool grinned evilly and gestured to Pogor who grabbed the other orc's hands with one huge paw and wrenched its head back, exposing its throat.
"I expeclts you're thirsty?" dribbled Hool taking the knife from Legolas's throat, "Well, the masther seys to getye a drink, so we shill."
In truth, Legolas's mouth was so dry his tongue was stuck to his teeth and the bottom of his mouth, but his wasn't going to admit that to anyone. He made to say something in his defence but stopped. Hool had just plunged the knife into the unknown orc's throat and was holding the cup to the gaping wound, collecting the blood.
Legolas froze; he knew what was going to happen and that he had very little chance of stopping it. The only way was to refuse to open his mouth, but the orcs would probably just break his jaw. He shut his mouth anyway and glared at Hool.
The hunchbacked orc paid no attention to the intimidating stare (which Legolas had inherited from his father and had once even got Glorfindel and Elrond to back off) and pressed the brimming cup to the elf's lips. Legolas flicked his head to the side, remembering how he used to dodge the healers' attempts at giving him any medicine. The fact they had always got him to drink it in the end didn't occur to him at that point.
After several unsuccessful attempts Hool stood back a bit and growled,
"So ye woun't take it, eh? Pogor, mabe you shoul try."
The bigger orc made no sign of taking the cup. Instead he dropped the corpse he was still holding and walked over to the opposite corner where the orc carcass with the spikes in its head was chained. He turned, gave Legolas a slobbery grin and kicked out sideways, his foot connecting with the dead body.
Obviously that orc had been dead a very long time since instead of just its head coming off, it came apart just below the chest. All its internal organs were now a green puddle of thick goo and they smelt awful.
Legolas shut his eyes and tried to hold his breath, but his bruised lungs ached so much he gave up on that and began to breath through his mouth instead. Hool took the opportunity and smashed Legolas's head back against the wall and tipped the entire cup of orc blood down the elf's throat.
The now even more dazed Prince slumped forward, breathing erratically. He barely registered the fact he had just been forced to drink orc blood but instead concentrated on the fact his head felt as though half of it was missing and that he probably had whiplash now.
Hool smiled evilly and picked the bloodstained dagger from the floor.
"Nowye've hadda drink, 's time fer the real fun".
Now sitting around a fire, Aragorn, Gandalf and Treebeard were talking.
"Well, hrm, we have participated so far, yes? We have decided that we will continue fighting with you. This is our world too, we Ents must help protect it."
Gandalf and Aragorn nodded and the Wizard voiced their thanks,
"Your help will be welcomed my friend. We will need all the help we can get to defeat the Dark Lord."
Treebeard rumbled and turned towards the fire around which sat Gimli, the hobbits and the entire Rohan company. They were having a feast, which, by the sound of it, involved a lot of drinking.
'All Saruman's stocks' thought Aragorn and then added out loud,
"Where is Saruman? He hasn't come to see what's happening to his food and drink."
Gandalf looked toward the tower and concentrated briefly,
"He is not there... Well, he will never be able to gather such a strong army again, he should not be a threat any longer"
Near to the fire a splash signalled someone had fallen into the water below the rock they were eating on. Everyone still on it peered over the edge of the stone trying to figure out who had fallen off.
No figure emerged from the water and Aragorn realised whoever it was had just belly-flopped into one of the flooded chasms. He sprinted towards the drowned rift just as a soaked Peregrin Took appeared on the surface, gasping for breath and struggling to keep above water as though holding something very heavy.
Several Rohirrim made moves to dive in and save Pippin before Eomer shouted at them to stay where they were because none of them had ever learnt to swim.
Aragorn, however, did know how to swim which he proved by jumping into the water and darting over to the struggling hobbit.
"Stop fighting, Pippin" hissed Aragorn, grabbing hold of Pippin's collar. Sure enough the hobbit relaxed so the ranger could pull him into the shallows where Gandalf was waiting.
"Get up you fool of a Took and show me what you're holding!" snapped the wizard, pulling Pippin up.
Reluctantly Pippin handed over a navy glass sphere that Gandalf grabbed and wrapped in his cloak before nodding at the sopping halfling and swishing off through the water.
Aragorn slapped a hand on Pippin's shoulder and gave him an encouraging pat before following Gandalf. After several minutes of glaring at the wizard's back, Pippin went back to the feast and accepted three pints of ale to 'warm him up'.
The next morning they headed back to Edoras.
Treebeard stood at the ruined gateway, watched them go and then called out,
"Goodbye and remember, whenever you need us we will gladly come, hroom. Goodbye!"
Their journey was once again short and surprisingly uneventful, they were back in Edoras just as the new day started.
Eowyn was waiting for them to return outside the Golden Hall and as they approached ran down to kiss her uncle and brother and say hello (very politely) to Aragorn and Gimli.
Theoden and Gandalf went back into he Hall to continue their debate over whether Gondor needed their help, leaving Gimli and Aragorn to sit outside and watch the men and women of Rohan go about their lives.
Until a black cloaked rider on a huge black stallion thundered through the gates, that is.
It's not much of a cliffie but, hey, close enough.
Laebeth don't worry I'm not pissed at you at all. Believe me, I want to know any mistakes I made so chill. And here's one you didn't get (the fact no one has noticed it is really worrying). When Haldir says that he doesn't want to tell Thranduil that his last remaining son has gone to the Halls of Mandos, well, obviously Thranduil has more than one son since Legolas reckons he's just killed his brother. Erm, whoopsie? I'll figure something out don't worry.
Please review, please, please, please, PLEASE!!!!! For Legolas's and Aragorn's and Gimli's sake (plus all the various Rohirrim people that may be killed if there's fight between our ranger and the weird dude in black). And mine possibly.
And here's a great Irish curse for that person that you really don't like:
"May the cats eat you!"
(You see it'll confuse them so much you'll have time to scarper before they whack you or somethin')