The Flight to Isengard
Disclaimer I do not own any of the original characters of the Lord of the Rings nor do I gain any profit from this story. But Muirgan is definitely my creation.
Note for readers This is my first attempt on fan fiction. Please send reviews.
Chapter 1: Break From Capture
"The orcs are mighty fast," thought Pippin, wishing he could break free from their grip.
The ugly beasts were running at a very fast speed with their prisoners tied behind them. The horizon now changed into a dark line, a signal of approaching woods. The hobbits did not know where they were, had the other members of the company been with them, they would have informed them that the mysterious forest of Fangorn awaited them.
Pippin suddenly heard a shrill cry that pierced through the air. He turned to his left and saw a group of horsemen riding towards them at a tremendous pace; the cry came from an old orc.
"This is our chance," Pippin whispered to Merry.
The orcs, to whom the hobbits were bound, halted as soon as they heard the warning call. Merry gave a sharp kick to the orc on its back and crouched low, to pick up a pointed stick from the ground. He used the stick to tear open the rope that was wound around his wrists. As soon as he succeeded, he broke into a run.
Pippin joined him from the other side. They ran like they never had before, they did not stop till they reached the borders of the forest. They could hear the agonizing orcs and the wild cries of the riders distinctly.
Pippin was about to run off again when Merry spoke, "Wait Pippin, let me catch my breath." They carried themselves as fast as they could. By the time they stopped, the Sun had gone back to its retreat. Darkness spread its cover on the earth.
Searching for shelter, Merry noticed an old man resting under an oak tree. He called Pippin and they both advanced towards him. As soon as Merry put his hand forward to wake up the man, he leaped to his feet, with his wand drawn out.
And lo! How much he resembled Gandalf. Dressed in white robes, his beard occupied most of his chest. The only difference was that he was slightly bent and his nose was longer than Gandalf's.
"Behold, you strangers," ordered the man, pointing the shining wand at the halflings.
"Who are you?"
"We are hobbits from the Shire, Merry and Pippin."
"Oh," exclaimed the old man, tucking in the wand in his girdle, "Welcome my friends, take this to be your home."
"But who are you?" asked Pippin skeptically.
The old man smirked and said, "Me? I am Gandalf's half-brother. Muirgan."
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