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Okay...mm...thanks to a fellow reviewer who pointed out Chapter 5 mysteriously is not part of No Escape.Hee hee, sorry, my bad. I totally uploaded the wrong chapter of the wrong story. That, I must say, is my fault. But don't worry, I fixed it. So now you can read it! Yay.

Ooh, and for Chapter 8, I edited something. Sam gives Fay the awesome Phial of Galadriel...since...obviously, somethinghas to happen in Cirith Ungol and this chapter. So go back and feel free to read it.

Oh yeah, and I lied. This chapter is NOT the last chapter. Chapter 10 most likely will be. Maybe Chapter 11. I don't know, you'll find out. M'kay?

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Chapter 9:

Let me get you in on something: Cirith Ungol is definitely not the happiest place in the world.

Why? First, I had never been to Cirith Ungol before. Second, since I was still under house arrest and escaped, the chances are of asking an orc for directions are slim. Third, it's creepy in here.

But the best thing was that I made it inside. That was good, of course. Now I had to get through this horrible maze and to Shelob's lair, and figure out what to do next later.

Orcs were swarming the tower, grunting and growling at each other. They seemed to be edgy and annoyed with one another today, which wasn't a good sign. So if I were discovered...let's not think about that right now.

Quickly and silently I slipped past a few orc guards, obviously drunken, because they were laughing, or grunting, whichever it was, and acting like drunk people. Believe me, I've seen lots of orcs get drunk and do crazy things. And thankfully they didn't notice me.

I had my sword out and ready, the sharp blade gleaming in the dark, in case something bad happened.

But I was already lost. Maybe asking for directions from Sam and Frodo would have been wiser.

I pressed myself to the wall, heart beating rapidly as I heard orcs coming my way. I cursed silently, frantically scanning the halls for a hiding place, but there was no great hiding spots. Not like Mordor. Then I decided that I would have to fight my way through. But I wasn't exactly the happiest little girl in the whole world about that idea.

Swallowing nervously, I took a deep breath, and began walking again, towards the orcs.

I heard them grunt to each other, still talking. They probably heard me, but didn't think I was a threat of some sort. I sighed quietly. They really were stupid, no doubt about that. I tucked away my sword and prepared myself.

Then I stepped out into the spotlight, praying that I would make it out alive.

"How are you all doin' today?" I said cheerfully, now in their vision and view.

They stopped talking and stared at me. "Who are you?" One of them said to me with a troll-like growl.

"No one of importance." I said innocently. "Um...I'm a guard! The twerp from Barad-Dur - I mean, our Lord Sauron, appointed me to Cirith Ungol..." Wow,I thought to myself. Way to go, Fay. I think you're nearly done for.

They kept staring.

"So...I'm new here." I tried again. This isn't going to work.

"I need to go to Shelob's lair." I said. "Do you know how to get there? Directions, perhaps?"

Reluctantly, the orcs told me, but with wary expressions on their faces. "Thanks." I grinned at them, and waved goodbye.

As I turned a corner, following their directions, I breathed out a sigh of relief. I didn't even need my sword. Somehow, that was a bit too easy for me. Somehow, I feel as if...dear lord. I feel as if someone is about to find out.

I pulled out my sword once more. If something were to happen, I'll be ready.

Down the stairs, I remembered. Take a right, then go out the back entrance, and then follow a set of steep stair cases down and then BAM! Shelob's lair, here I come.

I did the following.

And met some orcs.

If I may say - intelligent ones. Ones that actually could speak decently.

"Where do you think yer goin'?" They demanded, eyeing me with curiosity. They probably had never seen a human before. Let alone a female. Now I was beginning to feel awkward and extremely anxious.

I glared at them back. "Let me through!" I snapped.

"I asked you a question! Answer it!" They barked, nearing me.

Gingerly, I stepped back. No way in hell do I let them touch me. They're awfully disgusting, no offense.

"I'm..." I decided to use my old lie. "I'm a new guard here!" I said loudly. "My lord appointed me here. I'm on my way to Shelob's lair. I have business to do, mind you. Now if you excuse me - "

"Since when did the Dark Lord appoint pretty little girls like you?" A orc, a particularly fat one, seemed curious.

I snorted. Dimwits probably never heard of Fay Evargent. Oh, that's my pride sticking up like a sore thumb. Let's push it back down again.

"He did, but they couldn't be bothered with you." I said smugly. Someone needs to tell fatso here to back off.

"And now you bother with us."

I fidgeted. Figures..."Yes. Now will you move?"

"No."

I actually stamped my foot in frustration. What didn't they understand about the word "MOVE, I'M BUSY HERE!"?

Wait, scratch that. That's four words.

"Why?" I demanded. "If you don't move - "

"Then what would you do?" He taunted me. He seemed to be enjoy making me infuriated. "Report me?"

"Yeah, I'll do that!" I said. That didn't sound awfully convincing, though. But hopefully they didn't know that, because, well, orcs were orcs and they only earned about five percent smartness that humans had and didn't understand point 2 of what you said unless you said it with grunts and points, like how orcs usually communicated. The dumb ones, actually.

"That sounds convincing." He growled. I gulped. Damn, he was one of the smart ones.

"Can you just let me through?" I was at the point of punching him in the face.

He didn't answer, but there was a mischievous gleam in his eye that made me nervous. "Well?" I demanded.

He didn't answer.

"Great, you asked for it the hard way." I said irritably, and yanked out my sword, barely missing his nose.

About twenty other orc swords were whipped out as well, defending fatso.

I tried to keep my voice calm. Raising an eyebrows, I commented, "Well, Chubby." I gave him a new nickname, and he certainly didn't like it. "Seems like you've got friends. Which is remarkably amazing due to the large chunks of fat stuck to your body, I was doubting that you could ever get people to like you because to be honest, your smell could knock people half-way across the world off their feet and send them running for their lives."

Then I smirked at him and leaned close, leering at him. "No offense. Chubby."

That was enough to tick him off. Badly.

He had his knife in his hand, ready to stab, while I raised my sword and lazily pushed it down. "Move it, Chubby."

Chubby didn't move. Instead, he made a move to swipe my head off, and I ducked, yelping. Except I slipped somehow, and knocked Chubby right over. Sheesh, he weighs about eighty tons!

I struggled with the heavy weight, and my sword accidentally gutted him right then and there. Whoops, my bad, Chubby. Sorry.

"Good lord." I growled, shoving him off of me. Orcs dove at him, eating him with their disgusting and horrible ways, eagerly feasting on their new meal. Who knew? Orcs are cannibals. "If at all, he should at least work out sometime."

Then I remembered Torn, and kept going.

The back entrance was empty, so I kept following the instructions until I found a set of steep stairs going down. Wandering around, I could hear the orcs ripping up Chubby back there. They should make Chubby into bacon. Would be a lovely meal.

"Aha." I found the steep stairs going down. "Bingo. Torn, here I come."

Slowly, I sheathed my sword and took the first step down. It was pretty terrifying when you looked down. Shelob's lair wasn't far away, nor was the staircase that long, but it wasn't a pleasant sight to imagine what it would be like if Shelob herself was waiting down there.

I was about half-way down when I heard a rock skitter somewhere around me.

I froze, my hand instantly at my sword at my hip. When nothing else seemed to move, I kept going down. And down. And down. All the way to the bottom, when my hand was starting to feel shaky.

I wanted to turn back badly. I could get lost in Shelob's lair, easily. Swallowing nervously, I decided now would be the time to take out the Phial of Galadriel. I closed my eyes, remembering back to what the words were. What were they...ah, yes. "Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima." I murmured quietly.

The glass bottle lit up after I finished speaking the words, the darkness lighting up around me. It held the light of Earendil's star, and I felt fairly comforted by the brightness of it. As far as I could see, there were...lots of rocks. Tunnels were all around me, just looming their like great shadowy mouths. Where to start?

That...I don't know.

So I would have to pick one and hope it would be the right one.

And I hope I wasn't too late.

I chose the tunnel to my left, since it seemed to be less dangerous. I stepped inside, holding the light out in front of me warily. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling to ground, thick strands of white sticking onto various types of dead creatures, from birds to unlucky orcs, all wrapped up. Skeletons were on the ground, decomposing.

It was cold inside. There seemed to be something always around me, and it gave me chills. Plus, it stunk in here. There were dead corpses everywhere. The smell of death just made my stomach weak.

I let out a shaky sigh, and began to call out for Torn. Because I was lost in this stupid tunnel. "Torn!" I shouted. "Torn, where are you?"

There was no answer. I began to worry. "Torn! Come on out! It's Fay! Your friend! I've come to get you!"

I waited for a good five minutes for an answer, and finally, I heard a tiny cry, very tiny, in the distance. I wasn't sure if it were Torn or something else, but I didn't want to doubt.

I raced forward, getting frustrated by the sticky webs that tore at my face. It was really annoying. "TORN!" I called out again.

A growl was by my side. I looked to my right, and saw a giant spider.

There is definitely something wrong with that sentence.

A growl. A giant spider.

Ring a bell, Fay? I asked myself. Sure does.

I tripped, shrieking. Shelob, the giant spider, hissed at me, fury in her eyes. Well, one of her eyes were stabbed brutally, her leg seemed to be wounded, and her belly looked like it was recently injured. I was a bit content with her injuries. I would have to thank Sam late.

Yet although I was a particularly good breeder of animals, and I've worked with giant spiders before, I could easily make Shelob turn into a lovable pillow. But I didn't need to turn any of my own animals into lovable pillows because they all liked me. Except for Shelob now. But was now the best time to do it?

No.

Shelob lunged at me, and I shoved the phial at her face. "Back off, you stupid spider!" I snapped. "It's Fay Evargent here! Sauron's my supposed-to-be-dad and he won't be happy with you when he finds out I'm dead!"

Frankly, I don't think Sauron gives a damn thing if I die or not.

Shelob didn't seem to hear me. I don't blame her. She's got a uncontrollable, insatiable appetite for meat and blood. I remember Sauron called Shelob his "cat" before, pretending to claim dominion over this monster. It was his joke. I didn't know at the time that he was a fat liar. Because you see here, this spider doesn't serve anyone but herself.

I stumbled to my feet, frantically warding her off with the light. It seemed to be working. Then, I thrust my sword out at her, and because of her blind eye, she couldn't see the sword from the angle and it hit her shoulder.

Shelob let out a scream of pain, momentarily distracted. That's when I made a run for it.

To Torn in particular? No. Just for my life. And I hope I get to meet Torn on the way there.

Being hotly-pursued by a giant spider who's extremely ticked off is not one of my favorite past times. If possible, I'd like to avoid it in any cost, thank you very much!

"TORN!" I kept screaming at the top of my lungs. "TORN, GET ME OUT OF HERE, WHEREVER YOU ARE!"

A fell beast lay in silence on the cold ground, his leathery neck chained to a wall, his mouth also closed shut. Torn sighed. There he was, in Shelob's lair. Remarkably still alive. He had to fight off that Shelob several times already, because she was hungry, of course, and wanted to eat him. Until something stole her attention away and she came back, limping and bubbling in her misery.

That's when he heard a shriek. A female shriek, by the sound of it. He raised his head. A female? Why would there be a female?

Then he heard the reason why. "Torn! Torn, get me out of here, wherever you are!"

Fay? He thought excitedly. Fay? She's alive! She's come to rescue me!

He struggled against his shackled bonds, swinging his head frantically to tug the chain off of him. But it was secured tightly. He could speak either, because his mouth was closed tightly by another bond.

Yet swinging his head did serve some purpose, because he accidentally knocked his head against the ceiling in his frenzy, creating a loud bang.

"TORN!" Torn heard his name being called. "HELP ME!"

The voice was getting louder. Fay was close by! He tried to open his mouth. He really tried, using his claws to scrape off the metal bond, and managed to loosen it, but not enough.

Try harder!His thoughts told him, urging him on. Fay needs your help! Shelob is going to eat her!

He could hear Shelob snarling angrily at Fay. He could hear her every stumble, scream and attempt to ward the giant spider away. Finally, due to the panic rising in him, Torn snapped the collar holding his mouth closed, just as a golden-haired figure leapt towards him, out of the darkness, clutching a bright glass in her hand tightly like it was her life.

"TORN!" She shrieked in delight. Torn yelped happily and he felt her embrace his neck, but their happiness was stopped short as Shelob pounced at him.

Shelob had leapt straight towards Torn, at his face, dodging his sharp spikes with expert ease and flexibility. I tried to shove her off of my poor, tired little fell beast, but she just swiped her stinger at me and I had to back off.

Torn roared angrily, shaking his head in terror and alarm to make her lose her balance. "GET OFF OF HIM!" I shouted. "BEAT IT SHELOB, YOU SUCK!"

I flung myself at the spider, stabbing her - or attempting to. But damn her, she had enough eyes left to see behind her, so she kept moving back and forth and I kept missing her.

That meant I had to free Torn. "Torn!" I yelled. "Hold still!"

He didn't exactly listen. The fell beast roared again, and I winced at the loud ferocity of the roar. "Please, Torn!" I pleaded.

Shelob bit Torn on the neck, and he let out a pained wail. It alarmed me, so I dove at the giant spider in anger, hacking away at her with my bloodied sword. "Shoo!" I snapped furiously at her. "What don't you get about 'move your butt out of Middle-Earth?'"

The giant spider glared at me, obviously seeing me as a new threat. Torn was injured at the moment and couldn't help me. Looming towards me, she lunged head-first.

I dodged out of the way. Hissing, she hit the ground with cat-like ease and grace, spun around, and advanced towards me. Her black eyes gleamed in the glow of the Phial of Galadriel.

Shelob made another move towards me, but was stopped short as something seemed to snap inside of Torn. Arching his neck, he suddenly darted towards the spider, his jaws wide open, his jagged teeth bared dangerously. I moved away quickly, not wanting to be in the middle of the scene, or else.

Torn's powerful jaws were around Shelob's middle section in a flash. I looked away swiftly. The result would be ugly. All I heard was the giant spider's screams of mercy and pain, before the screaming was cut off abruptly when Torn burped loudly.

I looked back, disgusted. Shelob wasn't there anymore. All I saw was Torn, with a big full belly, looking contented at me with a expression that clearly read, You-didn't-tell-me-that-giant-spiders-tasted-good!

"You ate her?" I asked weakly. I was close to puking.

Torn nodded enthusiastically.

"Good." I agreed. "Let's go now."

I freed Torn from his bonds, and led him out of Shelob's lair. Shelob was gone and done for, and now Cirith Ungol was going to be haunted by her angry ghost. I can hardly resist seeing what Sauron's expression would be like when he found Shelob haunting his ass.

Delighted, I leapt onto Torn's back, and with a flap of his wings, we were airborn again, flying straight for the Black Gates, for war.

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