Hey, what's up peoples? Again, sorry for the chapter screw up, I was dreading that none of you would find the other THREE chapters I put up, but YAY, you did… Okay, here's your chapter, and response to reviews. I love this part…

Dragon the Evil Dictator- N.p. for the compliment, and YES, he is my Sirius! I will fight you for him! J/P, there is enough of HIM to go around, lol

Sydney- Aw, thank you! I didn't expect this to be the best, I'm glad teveryone thinks so, though! I was surprised when everyone kept saying that! Yay me!

Ambereyes2873- YAY! Thank you! Cookies to you! No, it is not a short story, it still has LONGGG way to go, I plan on writing about Harry's life when he goes to live with Sirius and Aragorn, and maybe afterwards, going back to his time… maybe… I'm not sure yet.

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Fellowship

After the orcs had been destroyed, the group quickly packed their stuff. There hadn't been any casualties, the most problematic thing was Sirius's chest, which had to be bandaged as he did not have a spell that would fix it, and Gimly had a cut on his arm where an Orc nicked it. After only what they had needed had been packed, they began their journey. Aragorn was leading, as he had been skilled, almost gifted with the art of tracking. They were only a day behind, according to him, and gaining. They would have probably caught up already, if it wasn't for the fact that the hobbits were so young and inexperienced. The journey was mostly silent, as no one knew quite what to say. Not only that, Gandalf had explained earlier that the worst possible place in the world for him to be right now besides Mordor was the two towers.

Harry

When they arrived at the two towers, Harry was bound by his feet and hung upside down. They removed his shirt (very forcefully) and an angry, rather large, ugly thing holding a whip standing near him. A moment later, Sauron came and stood next to the hideous creature.

"Well, my young friend, it seems, though I have tried, I am unable to take your powers, so now I will have to find a way to make you my slave. You have a choice. Either you can willingly stand beside me and we fight together, sharing glory, power, and ruler, or you can be a servant, to do as you are told, and be treated a little better than bile. Which do you choose?" He asked.

"Can I suggest an option three?" Harry asked.

"What might that be?"

"You shut up and rot in hell." He said stubbornly. He was lashed twice for that. To say the least: It. Hurt like. Hell.

"What do you choose?" He asked again.

"Screw you!" He replied. He was lashed twice again.

"What do you choose!" He demanded

"Do you have a bloody hearing problem! SCREW YOU!" He yelled. Sauron whacked him hard upside the head with his staff thing, causing him to spin around.

"I hope I vomit right on our feet." Harry scowled. He got four lashes for that.

"Very well, it seems as though you will have to be broken. Repeat the lashings until I say stop. He was lashed so many times, he lost count. It wasn't until about the tenth, when he hit a deep cut that was already there, that Harry screamed out. Sauron smirked amusedly and a long while later, he called a halt. They lowered him down and tied him to an abnormally large rock, and it was tied in a way that it was almost impossible to escape. He looked at his surroundings; he was in a large, cave-like room, with only a small door at the end, which was surely guarded by orcs. Harry noted that, while he could not see out except for a square of light, it was surely charmed to others could see in. He turned to the ropes, and tried to wrench free, making the ropes cut into his skin. . He groaned and tried to use his wandless magic, but the ropes must have been charmed to prevent internal magic. Well, there goes his chance of living! He sighed and stood up, kicking the rope with his heavy boot, trying to wear it down. It didn't work. When he tried to bite it, t shocked his mouth. He gasped and looked at his reflection in a small puddle of water. His gums were bleeding. He groaned and slumped back down on the floor, resting his head on a rock. Pulled his knees up and rested his elbows on them. 'Why was it always him!' Maybe Voldemort was the reincarnation of Sauron. Ha, funny thought. Makes sense, though… They're both evil, and they both want me to suffer, die, join them, and give them my powers…Maybe Dumbledore and Gandalf. Um… Aragorn and Sirius… Yep, boredom can put odd thoughts in your head. Let's hope Sauron didn't break him as painfully as he was trying to today…

Fellowship

They had arrived outside the two towers and exchanged glances. The hobbits sat down, breathing heavily.

"Obviously we can't all go in, but we need enough should we be discovered and have to fight," Sirius said after a moment.

"The hobbits must stay out. They could not keep pace." Aragorn said to them. They started to object, when Gandalf put up his hand to silence them.

"He is right, you could barely keep up on the journey here, and you would only slow us down." Merry and Pippin opened their mouths angrily, once again to be cut off.

"Do you ever want to see Arian alive again? Then you will listen to reason and stay behind." He said.

"We cannot leave them out here themselves, sit could be lethal." Sirius said.

"Gimly, will you stay out here with them?" Legolas asked.

"And miss the action? You'd like that, wouldn't ya?" He asked gruffly.

"No, we just need someone to risk life and limb to nobly protect these young people, and we trust you enough to take their lives and put them in your hands." Sirius said quickly. Aragorn smiled to himself, and covered up his laugh with a cough, causing Legolas to smile as well. Gimly didn't notice, instead put a wicked grin on his face.

"YA! I'll do it! Don't worry, lads, I'll keep ya from the thieving Orcs!" He said bravely.

"Good, now that that is settled, let's go." Sirius said, before they left to go and rescue their illegitimate son.