A/N: Yeah so tomorrow I am bumping up the rating. Heads up to anyone who's been checking on this story. Also WARNING: TORTURE SCENE and SEXUALLY SUGGESTIVE MATERIAL (particularly a little rape-y so if this is going to make anyone uncomfortable, skip the whole scene) to follow. Review if you like. No pressure. Also feel free to point out any glaring and ridiculous mistakes.

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Eowyn crouched still in the hole for a moment, catching her breath. Her heart hurt from the strain. She attempted to slow her breaths and calm down. She was safe for now. Daring a hand to reach up, she felt her injured shoulder. It stung, and she sucked at her teeth. Then she felt was made her burst into tears. An arrow head. She thought, I am going to die. If she was going to die, she certainly wasn't going to do it with an arrow in her back. She thought for a moment how she could take the foreign object certainly wasn't going to just rip it out. An idea struck her. Gathering up her courage, she reached back with her left hand and managed to bend then break the brittle wooden shaft of the orc arrow. A wave of pain shot through her torso and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out. There may still be orcs down there. Grabbing a firm hold of the arrow tip this time, she started shimmying the arrow out and away from her. The painstaking process didn't take much time but it felt like forever. But finally, she was arrow-free, and taking one last bit of energy, she pumped a fist in the air. Once she caught her breath again, she was ready to make her way down the tunnel.
Crawling on her good hand and knees, she made her way through the tunnel, keeping her right arm behind her back. She figured if she blocked the blood flow a little the wound wouldn't bleed as much. She had no light, and had to feel her way around, it was long, and pitch black, and it seemed to be getting ever smaller. It's going to be a dead end. she thought in panic. Her heart beat fast and hard at the thought of having to return to Helm's Deep. She willed herself on. This dragged on for hours, and she began to lose her resolve. Her eyes felt heavy. For fear of losing her sanity, she decided it was safe to sleep, if only for a few hours. She laid down on the floor of the tunnel, and let the darkness take her.
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Eothin and Ingwar scouted ahead of the rest of the Rohirrim. They were in high spirits, the two, sure they could overpower some random assemblage of orcs. Nearing the entrance of the Deep, they quieted down, wanting to get a good look at the status of the battle.
"It's quiet, Ing." Eothin whispered.
His voice lowered, Ingwar agreed, and the two ducked behind the rocks just to the left of the entrance.
Peering over the edge of the mound, they saw their nightmares made flesh. The mass of dark races, still thousands strong, had over taken the Deep. Eothin gasped and sank behind the rocks, turning away from Ingwar, who continued to watch. It seemed as if there was some sort of rally going on.
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Dagaz looked at the troops he had been put in charge of. They looked weary, but not drained. He had only lost about 2,000, he would say. Just an eyeball amount. But he figured his master would be pleased to see so many return from such a dangerous mission. Dagaz smiled a toothy grin, and turned to consider the prisoners they had taken. A few men, some elves. There was also a dwarf. Rare, dwarves. At least in his experience. This was the first dwarf he had seen siince his creation. He sat, resting his arms on his knees and his chin on his arms and peered at the men and women in his snares.
"What are you going to do? Dagaz?" An eager foot soldier was egging him on.
"Shut up!" Dagaz snapped, and after a short moment of silence, he said, "Saruman already told me what I should do."
"If I were you, I'd be more concerned about Sauron." A Dunleding man, not far away, wheezed, intently resharpening his axe.
"I'm not some orcish dog. I don't follow Sauron's orders." Dagaz spat, and rose to approach the prisoners. Some, who looked troublesome and dangerous, were tied to makeshift posts. Most were seated on the ground before the great Deep that had fallen to Darkness, surrounded by guards to keep them quiet and fearful. "Humans..." he began, finding the common tongue a bit difficult to force out. "We are not going to kill you. If we were, we would have already done so. I simply ask for no resistance. We are supporting a greater cause, it is your job to let us do our job. You will not resist, you will do as you are ordered to, and you will remain unharmed." A panicked murmur broke out into the crowd, fearful eyes turned towards the Uruk-Hai who stood tall before them. "Hush!" He roared as the worry got out of hand.
A voice came out from the midst, an elf, tied to one of the posts said, "Why should we believe you?!" He was a fierce looking thing, face and hair dark with orc blood, the light of battle still in his eyes. Yet very strong words for someone chained to a post. Dagaz thought.
"You," Dagaz pointed at a guard. "Untie him." He said as he walked over to the elf-man, he said, "What is your name?"
Dagaz was met with angry silence. "What is your name, elf?!" The elf just spat at Dagaz's feet and Dagaz growled in frustration.
And a whisper cam from a younger elf near them, head hanging, looking defeated, and he said, "Haldir."
"Speak up."
"His name is Haldir."
Dagaz grinned a terrible grin and sauntered over to the young man. Grabbing a hold of his face Dagaz said, "Thank you, boy. If it so turns that I must kill you all, I will kill you last and fastest." And he turned back to the matter at hand. "Is Haldir off the post yet?"
"Yes, Commander."
Raising his voice, Dagaz said, "Then chain him to that rock over there! Let's have a little fun with this elf!" He was met with a roar of agreement from his army. Haldir was dragged to said boulder, easily seen by the captive audience, and his limbs were spread and bound. Dagaz stood before him, relishing in this position of power. "Allow me to demonstrate to you, what may happen if you resist Saruman and Sauron's wishes!" Dagaz bellowed, taking the rod of his spear and repeatedly hit Haldir's body, mostly focusing on the legs and shins, as the elf tried for all he was worth not to cry out. The Orcish company roared with laughter, their entertainment not unnoticed by the horrified prisoners.
In the prisoner's group, Legolas had shrunken in on himself, and tried to keep his emotions in check. Aragorn had kept his cool during the attack, and managed to be kept from being bound.
"Legolas?" He whispered.
"He won't be able to walk." Legolas' voice shook, before an orc guard said,
"You lot, pipe down!"
Daring another look at the scene, Haldir was breathing heavily, sufficiently battered. Dagaz seemed not to be finished, grabbing hold of the elf's tunic, he tore it open and drew out a filthy orc blade. "I'll show you to question me, elf." Taking the blade, Dagaz made a ragged incision running from Haldir's left ribs to his right hip. "As I understand it, this is a very dangerous place to cut anything. Better be careful elf." In a further effort to horrify the other prisoners, Dagaz leaned down and licked some blood from the cut, moving back up, he ran his bloody tongue from the hollow of the elf's collar bone to his ear and said, "Release him." Haldir looked ready to vomit.
Haldir's chains were cleaved with axes and he was roughly guided back to the prisoners.
"Now, since we all understand each other, here is the thing: You are all my messengers now. Run. Run to to your men and elves, your families and friends and tell them. Tell them a new world order is coming, and that we are too strong and too determined to be beaten back and eradicated! We are coming! And we cannot be stopped!" With each word Dagaz grew louder and turned more to his company of troops, speaking more to them than the prisoners now. "Let the weak men be ready for us! It will do them no good. It will make more sport for us!" A few of the army shouted in agreement and support, others screamed in anger that the prisoners were to be set free.
Dagaz turned back to the captives. "You are all to leave now. Except," He paused for a moment, raking the faces of the group. "You." He pointed to a young woman. "I like the loo of you. Keep that one in my tent. The rest of you leave."
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As this transpired Ingwar had seen it all. He commanded Eothin to stay down. Ing knew if Eothin couldn't handle the group of orcs over-running the Deep he couldn't handle this. All Ingwar had to say was,
"Shit."
"What? What happened?" Eothin pleaded as Ingwar wiped at his face when he realized he had been crying. "Ing?"
"We have to leave. NOW. I'll report to Eomer what I've seen."
"What we've seen."
"No, you haven't seen the whole of it."

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No I LOVE HALDIR. HONESTLY. I'M SO SORRY BBY.