Chapter 18

Willows POV

I cursed myself for turning soft. I cursed myself for allowing myself to join in this journey, and I cursed myself for getting injured. I opened my eyes and sat up, my world was dizzy and I was blinded by pain.

'Easy pen tithen,' a voice said as I was pushed lightly back down. I fell asleep and did not wake up for the day. The next time I woke up I was pain free. I smiled to myself feeling better than I had for a very long time.

'It is good to see you are awake.' I didn't say anything, the hobbits saved me from having a conversation with Aragorn. I smiled at them as they sat on the bed with me and recounted the past events. Pippin had finished the not so pleasant tale, of how Gandalf fell and was taken by a fire demon. They left me in peace. I got up and decided to go for a walk. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Elves walked well glided around the trees that seemed almost eerie like. I climbed one of the trees and sat thinking over the past few days.

'May I join you?' I looked down to see Legolas, I sighed just wanting time to myself but despite that I allowed him to climb up the tree and sit on the branch above me.

'You seem distracted, are you still unwell?' he asked gently.

'I am fine, just came here to think.' He nodded his head.

'I understand, I was asked to come and find you. Aragorn and the lady of the wood request your presence.'

I sighed, 'Fine, lead the way.' I had thought and my thinking process is not always as good as I hoped it would be, but this time I knew what I should do. I had to leave, I had to destroy my enemy before something else happens. I hoped once I did that things back at home would be better and I would be able to go home and rebuild. Forgetting about this world.

I followed Legolas half way before saying, 'Can you tell me where to go I left my book behind the tree?'

He looked at me for a moment, 'I will go back and get your book once I have taken you to Aragorn.'

'Please, you have my word that if I get lost I will ask for help.'

We stood watching each other, 'Very well. Keep following this path. At the end turn right, follow the stairs upwards. When the stairs go in different directions turn left, keep going and you will find them.' Soon I was running back to where my bags and been, and shoving everything in I threw it over my back and hiding myself into my cloak I made a run for it, hiding in the shadows when needed. When I finally made it out, I felt like I could breathe again. I spent my day running as far away as possible. Nightfall soon came I sat, trying to sense the evil. I fell into a light sleep.

The next morning I woke with a start. I had to choose a direction I chose left and I walked onwards. I spent days trying to track the dark ones. Soon I found what I was looking for. A band of Orcs, but much bigger and more disgusting then orcs if that was even possible. Which it seemed it was. They looked to be in a hurry and I was not going to be the one to interrupt their haste.

However I did catch a snippet of information, 'The Ninjas grow in numbers. The ring will soon be ours.' This did not bode well with me. I decided to back track their tracks, assuming that they would lead me straight to where I wanted to be. I did not worry for Frodo. I knew he was in good hands.

More days went by and my hope of destroying my enemy in the next month or two lessened. Perhaps I had taken a wrong turn. My food supply was running low, and the days became colder. But I spared it no thought. I was blood hungry.

I got up and started my day like every other day, not thinking today would be any different. But as I walked through a forest I saw a black figure jump through the trees. I pulled out my sword hiding my backpack in a log. I got closer and saw a tower, orcs and trees being pulled down. But more importantly I saw the leader of the Ninjas. Standing on a tower with a man dressed in white. I reassessed my situation knowing it would be no easy task to sneak up there not with so many orcs. But anger and hate clouded my judgment. I wanted it to end and I wanted it to end today. I sneaked my way through the trees deciding the best way would be to climb up from the back way of the tower. I was out of view and I ran to the tower. As quickly and as quietly as I could I climbed. What I hadn't expected was a band of orcs standing exactly in front of me facing the other way. I counted about 30 and thought about climbing back down. I sneaked a look down and found my path blocked I would not get out the same I got in. I slithered into the shadows, as I broke the neck of the Orc that was walking by. It made no noise, so I continued braking their necks on by one. I pulled out my sword and cut the head of the remaining orcs. I knew I would have to move quickly for someone was bound to find these things.

I stopped as I heard voices, 'And what of the girl who hunts you?'

'We have it under control. Once you have the ring, both our worlds will be under your control.' I came out from the shadows and went in for the kill. But I was thrown back by a magical force. I stood up throwing my small dagger, it caught the leader in the arm as he growled him pain. The man in white quickly did some hand movements and soon my swords were gone this did not bother me and I flipped in the air kicking the ninja where I had wounded him and landing on my feet, I turned fast and placed a well aimed kick at the so called wizard well I assumed he was. He fell and I got ready to kill, Orcs soon flooded the room I was trapped. One of them plunged their sword into my ribs, which was unavoidable I knew they would have killed me if I moved. The Wizard told them to leave, and soon I was tossed into a small putrid cell, no lights no windows or fresh air. They had taken my cloak away I was left in my tank top and leggings. Pain flooded through my body. As I ripped the bottom of my leggings off and held it against my wound.

Days went by and I had no idea why they kept me alive. I spent half the time being intergrated, starved and punched for information on what path the fellowship were taking. My whole body was covered in bruises and blood I did not think I would live out the week. I lay on the cold stony ground, whimpering in pain. Something pulled on my hair I had no energy left as the Ninja threw me out of the cell.

'I have not killed you, for I want you to watch everything you love in both worlds die.' He laughed as he punched me in the nose and dragged me back to my cell. If I was not crazy before I was now. I woke up crying out names from my past, every night became harder and harder. I was going to die I had no doubt about it. The weeks went by slowly so slowly my body became smaller and weaker. My mind cried for my mum and dad. I counted the days by the meals I got given. I got food three times a week twice a day. And water was given in a small dirty bottle which was refilled once every two days. It was clear they wanted to keep me alive. But I had no will to live. Orcs would play with me, hitting me in every place possible until I no longer had control over my limbs. It scared me as I coughed up blood. I craved for sunlight but more than that I craved for death.

I assumed it had been a few months, when the cell door opened and fresh water was placed along with a bandage and fresh bread. The cell door closed and I took no time in stuffing the bread in my mouth. Once I had done that I felt my body reject the food but I forced it to stay down. I drank over half the clean water and left the rest to clean my wound. I took off my tank top and the dirty rag I had been using to stop the flow of blood from my wound and cleaned it as best I could with the water. It was too late though it was infected. I laid on my back not stopping the tears that ran down my face.