COPYRIGHTED STUFF:
Naeniver Bunce
Flynn
ThÃrowin NÃworith
Sakhar Kloubniki
Beone Andomedriel
Mikki Mowze
Ceria
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Series: Lord of the Rings
Book: The Fellowship's Journey
Chapter: 6
Chapter name: Tower Fight
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Flynn quickly unsheathed his long sword as he analyzed his foe. "Beware it's legs!" he warned the others. "They are quick." He then took a position to defend the phial Naeniver was holding, expecting the light to be the first thing for Shelob to want to extinguish. And indeed it was. Shelob took a swift swing with one of its forelegs upward at the phial, but Flynn quickly slashed his sword down onto the leg. Shelob shrieked, but then tripped Flynn with one of its other legs. Not expecting this, Flynn lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Sakhar lunged at the spider, striking at her limbs with the elvish whip, which didn't quite injure the giant insect, but succeeded in confusing it. Sakhar kept the spider "leashed" while the others confused it further by poking it with their swords. Flynn grabbed his sword and continued to fight.
Naeniver lunged at the beast, her sword striking it's leg. The spider screeched and flung Naeniver aside. The spider withdrew into a cave and a clatter sounded, then the spider came back out, madder than a wet hen. Naeniver ran away, with the others trying to protect the unarmed hobbit, but the spider flung them aside. Radagast grabbed Naeniver and flung her behind a pile of boulders, then raised his staff. He uttered something the smashed his staff to the ground as the spider advanced. A blinding flash of light then thunder erupted from the staff. A red glow shot up from the ground, through the staff and shot out of the crystal at the top. Fiery red lightning lit the spider and it screamed. The giant beast crumpled and shriveled as Radagast stopped his magic force. The spider turned and fled as fast as it's eight legs would carry it. Naeniver crept out from behind the boulders in awe and gratitude to the wizard. Sakhar came to Naeniver and knelt so that she was at the hobbit's hight.
"Here, young hobbit, is your sword." Sakhar said.
Naeniver returned her sword to her sheath and thanked Sakhar. Naeniver ran to Frodo.
"Mista' Frodo! Wake up!" she cried.
Radagast came to the hobbits and the others gathered around.
"Aye, he is dead." The wizard slouched with despair
Naeniver sobbed into the shoulder of Sakhar. After a moment of mourning, Radagast spoke. "We must move on. The foul spider may be back, or orcs may come."
The fellowship decided that Naeniver, being the only other hobbit, and seeing how hobbits have an unusual resistance to the Ring, should carry the Ring. She put it chain around her neck and immediately felt a burden of unmeasurable weight. She however made no comment to the others. Suddenly a whimper came from behind a boulder.
"I-Is it s-safe?" a elvin looking human stepped out from behind the boulder.
"Who are you?" Flynn said.
"I am Mikki Mowze, half elvin and half man. I was a prisoner in Cirith Ungol, but I just recently escaped and hid down here, afraid of the large spider." he said.
The fellowship, after much talk, decided to tell Mikki of their task, and join him into the fellowship. They heard footsteps in the distance, coming from the up the path, from Cirith Ungol, and they hid. A group of orcs came along.
"Oi! Was dis? Looks alike Shelob has had a fun fair." one orc said.
"Hes a dead un."
"No. No hes ain't dead. Shelob, she poisons her victims and deas go limp, limp as a wrag. Den, lata' she feeds apon his fresh blood and flesh. No, dis un's not dead. We shall take 'im to da tower." The orcs took Frodo's body and left, going back up the path.
Radagast moaned. "I bein' a wizard should have known that the hobbit isn't dead! Come we must rescue the young hobbit before unworthy things happen to him." And so they followed the orcs to the tower of Cirith Ungol. When they entered they found dead orcs all over the place. Suddenly, a pair of orcs jump down from above and thus began the fight of Cirith Ungol.
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Radagast was quickest to respond to the attack and he swung his staff, beheading one of the orcs. Just then, more orcs poured out from everywhere. Walls, staircases, the floor, everywhere. Flynn swung his sword and cut off the arm of one orc. Mikki, who had been given only a small dagger, grabbed an orcish ax and began to slay orcs left and right. Naeniver, Sakhar, Ceria, Thirowin and Beone all grouped up and fought with all they had. The group of eight slowly began their ascent. Scores of orcs flooded from almost ever direction, all eager to kill the fellowship, but as the fellowship neared the top of Cirith Ungol, the number of orcs began to decrease until there was no sound of life, other than the fellowship themselves. They reached a plain room which had only one object in it. A ladder, which went upward. It reached an opening in the roof. The opening was open, and the fellowship could here what was being said.
"Quit squirmin', ya slack-jawed idiot (a fun phrase I got from Pirates of the Caribbean)!" It was the voice of an orc. It was the same orc who had been the leader of the orc group that found Frodo. Therefore, Frodo must be the one who the orc was speaking to. And how could Frodo squirm if he was dead? Therefore, Frodo must be still alive. Naeniver bolted silently forward, and before the rest of the fellowship could stop her, she had scrambled up the ladder and into the room above.
"Stop dat, idiot!" the orc sneered. "I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig!"
"Not if I bleed you first!" Naeniver cried and she drew her sword and struck down the orc right then and there. He gave a cry of surprise then died. Naeniver crouched down by Frodo as the others in the fellowship came up the ladder. Frodo wore nothing but his underpants.
"Mr. Frodo!" Naeniver cried with delight, for he was unharmed. Dirty and tired, but unharmed. "You're all right!"
"I am. But, Naeniver! All is lost. Everything! They have It! They took the Ring!" His face turned sad and took on a look of despair.
"Begging your pardon, Mr. Frodo, but they haven't." Naeniver withdrew from around her neck the Ring. "After we defeated the great spider, we thought you were dead, so we took the Ring. We decided that I should carry it. Only for safe keepin'! Only until we could get to Mount Doom and destroy it."
"Give it to me." Frodo reached for the Ring, but Naeniver hesitated. The rest of the fellowship watched her reactions. "Naeniver, give me the Ring," Frodo said again.
She put out her hand again and Frodo snatched it from her hand. After replacing it around his neck, he explained. "I'm sorry, Naeniver. But it would destroy you. It would destroy you all."
"Well, Frodo, we must find you some clothes," Radagast said.
"Yes. You can't go around Mordor in naught but your skin." Sakhar chuckled.
After finding orcish armor for them all, they set out from Cirith Ungol and across the land of Mordor. They stood on the top of a hill at the inner edge of the land of Mordor, right outside Cirith Ungol.
"These orcish armor should protect us from the eyes of most others, but we must keep a watch out for the gaze of Sauron, for he will see right through our disguises," Radagast said.
"Yes," Frodo agreed quietly.
