Hey, everyone. Firstly I must apologize for the spelling mistakes, like I said I have not ready the books, so if my mistakes offended you for some strange, unknown reason, my deep apologies. Erawin is supposed to be Arwen, and Orakiy is supposed to be Uruk-Hai, thank you to 'Mr. Happy Java Man' for telling me! Cookies for you!

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Sydney- Here ya go, some smart remarks for you. Hope it is good enough, and if not, I need to get better come backs, they're the ones I use on my brothers… Lol.

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Aragorn crept up to one of the two guards, Borimor to the other, and sliced their necks, covering up the sound by muffling them with their hands. They came to a fork, where they split into two parties. Gandalf and Sirius going left, Aragorn, Legolas, and Borimor going right. They went unnoticed up the stairs, Aragorn occasionally killing the guards, until they came to a room with a small window in the door. They head voices from the inside, and so started to duck, but stopped when Sirius announced that it was a two-way mirror, and they could not be seen, but could watch them. They saw Harry being hung back upside down.

Harry

Sauron walked back into the room with two Orcs, one with a whip, one with a bumpy, gnarled club.

"Since you won't join me, I see we have to break you. But before you become completely mindless, I want to ask you a few questions. Who was the other wizard with you? I did not know him, he could be valuable. What is he called?" Sauron asked. Legolas watched him sadly, knowing he was no match for Sauron, Aragorn hoped he could hold up until they left, and Borimor just dreaded what would happen to the poor boy if he did not give the answer they wanted.

"They call him NYBYI." Harry said.

"What is that?" He asked curiously.

"None of your business, you idiot." He said. Sauron nodded at the two creatures, who began to take turns hitting him hard on the back. The three men winced, and silently applauded the boy's strong will.

"What do they call him?" He demanded.

"I have a tattoo of his name on my ass. Kiss it if you want to know." He replied. They hit him again.

"What do they call him?" He demanded again.

"What was that one for? I swear It is, it's right next to the hello kitty tattoo. They call him… Tater Salad. Ya caught him, you caught the Tater." Harry said. He was beat again.

"I see you will not answer that question. Very well, I have many others, we'll see when you start answering honestly. Whom did you tell of where you truly came from?" He asked.

"Shove it with Icy-hot!" Harry yelled.

"WHO DID YOU TELL?" He demanded.

"Merlin, the Easter Bunny, and Father Christmas." He said. He was beat again.

"WHOM DID YOU TELL?" He asked more harshly.

"My uncle Smitty, Zeus, and your mother." He said. He was beat again, and Sauron hit him hard on the had with his staff.

"Very well, it will only get worse. Next question. Where did you get your powers? Who created you?" He asked.

"Are you that damn stupid? My mother and father, of course." He said.

"Your parents made you?" He asked.

"Yes, you see when a Mommy and Daddy fall in love, sometimes they want to express their love physically. A mommy and daddy get into the bed and-" He began. They beat him again.

"Let me rephrase that, how did you get your powers?"

"You mean they never told you how it worked! You must have been a deprived child. Let us listen to the WHOLE story this time. When a Mommy and a Daddy-" They beat him again. "God, you are Uber crazy. Do you want to know how it works or not? Make up your mind."

"Shut up, insolent brat!" He said.

"How'd you know? Darn, now the whole WORLD will know my secret identity. You what this means right? I'm gonna have to kill you. I didn't want to at first, but you've already told two people, and how can I trust you not to tell any more?" He asked. He was whacked upside the head with the staff.

"Hey, that's a pretty cool walking stick. Mind if I borrow it some time? I like to go hiking, see? And I have really weak knees." He began. They beat him.

"Are you sure you're not confiscating for something? Maybe you have a really small-" They beat him again.

"You know what's fun to do with those? Go on, guess." He said.

"Shut your mouth, I'm asking the questions here!" He shouted.

"Well, you're not doing a very good job, are you? As I was saying, you can put Icy-hot all over the small end and shove it up your-" 'Whack!'

"What? It's fun, it relaxes all your butt muscles, it's like reverse laxative. Speaking of which, it might do you some good. You're such a tight-ass already-" He said seriously. They whacked him hard, this time much harder and longer. Legolas closed his eyes tight, Aragorn clenched his fists, and Borimor had to turn away. When they finally stopped, Sauron laughed manically.

"Are you ready to answer me yet? Next question… How did you destroy the one ring?" He asked.

"Shove it with icy hot." He replied coolly, they whacked him hard on the head.

"Have you ever seen a nipple up close? I think it would do you a lot of good. You seriously need to get laid." He said. They hit him harder on the head, rendering him unconscious.

"Come, leave him for the night." He said after they lowered him to the ground. The group quickly dashed behind a wall, and they walked right past without a backward glance. They dashed in and Borimor dropped down beside him.

"Untie him!" Legolas said quickly, kneeling down. Aragorn withdrew his sword and sliced the ropes with a loud 'whoosh, chink!'. Legolas bent over his head and rubbed his hand across Harry's face.

"Arian, please wake up." He whispered. Harry groaned softly.

"Arian, please." Borimor said. He groaned a little louder this time and his eyes fluttered open.

"Arian, Melda nin?" Are you alright? Aragorn asked softly.

"Valina…" good… He replied softly.

"Feren!" Please! He cried indignantly.

"Maar, qualmele." Fine, suffering. He whimpered quietly. Legolas and Aragorn exchanged glances solemnly.

"We have to get him outa here, NOW." Borimor said, never taking his gaze off the half-conscious boy. They nodded, and Borimor scooped him up. They began to descend down the stairs, and for some strange reason, dozens of dead orcs littered the ground on their way out.