The Hobbit: Odd Love in Strange Times
Chapter 11 of my Hobbit chapter, enjoy.
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Marina Ka-Fai: Yeah, it was, better still Bard approves, one less obstacle then :)
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Sofasoap: Thanks, glad you enjoyed the chapters; yeah, Bard has approved, so that's one less worry for Fili, well, they are on their way. Yeah well, that's Bain for you, even though Sigrid's older than him, he's still the protective brother.
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Now onto the story.
Disclaimer: The Hobbit belongs to JRR Tolkien, Peter Jackson and all associated companies.
Chapter 11
The silence of the caves was broken by the footsteps of the orcs returning. The three siblings tensed; Bain, despite the pain he was in, tried to move to get between the entrance and his sisters. The orcs then entered, the captain lashed out, kicking Bain in the stomach as he was nearest.
"Good to see you're awake, maggots." He remarked. "We've decided to amuse ourselves some more."
They all knew what that meant; Bain glared up at the orcs, defiantly. Yet then, suddenly, without even going near his sisters, the orcs seized him and pulled him to his feet.
"What?! No, leave him alone!" Sigrid cried.
Tilda also cried out. "Bain, no…You already hurt him, please!"
The orc captain laughed. "True, but that was your turn; not his, now it is his turn."
It was as Sigrid feared; the orcs depraved minds had found a way to hurt them even deeper. Even though it was Bain who would be tortured, they would all suffer. Bain was unable to put up a struggle due to his injuries and was dragged to the entrance of the small cave. The Orc captain seemed to consider something before speaking again.
"No doubt the little girl is curious about what she missed." He paused before adding. "Bring her along, we'll make her watch."
That drew cries from them all, but despite their struggles it was futile as Tilda was also dragged out. The door was shut and locked and Sigrid was left, clutching her dress to her chest, trembling and alone.
Tilda struggled and squirmed in the grasp of the orcs, but it was no use. They were too strong for her; not too far ahead, orcs were dragging Bain as he tried to look back at her.
Tilda cried out, pleading with her captors. "NO, LET ME GO!" She screamed as loudly as she could. "PLE-MRUGH!?"
Her words were cut off and silenced by a foul smelling, clearly dirty wad of material being shoved roughly into her mouth. Another length of cloth was pulled tightly over her mouth and tied off behind her head, blocking her from spitting the first one out.
She whimpered into the gag as they reached another small cave; inside was a small wooden chair, a rusted hook and chain anchored to the roof of the cave, and a table containing various instruments of pain. Tilda didn't even want to look at them. Tilda found her hands untied before she was shoved into the chair and soon tied tightly to it; she noted that, strangely, the chair left her lower back uncovered.
She watched in terror as Bain was dragged over to the hook, his bound hands were lifted up and the hook fit between the ropes, leaving him hanging from the hook by his wrists. It was high enough that he had to stand on his toes to touch the ground.
Tilda looked at him desperately; he returned her gaze, trying to convey something with his eyes. But she was too afraid to notice; she could only see his fear, knowing that she was there.
The orcs laughed and the captain then spoke to her.
"You'll watch girl and don't look away."
As he said this Tilda saw torches being lit by some of the orcs.
Bain struggled against his bonds and cried out. "Please, leave her; she's too young for-ARGH!"
He cried out in agony as one of the whips lashed his back; the whip struck again, and again, Bain screamed with each hit. Tilda whimpered into her gag, tears stinging her eyes as she was forced to watch her brother being whipped.
The unscarred parts of his back that were struck turning red. Then suddenly, the whip struck, Bain cried out and Tilda started; the blow had broken the skin, leaving another lash, the blood welled up in the wound.
Tilda fearfully turned her gaze from her brother; before crying in pain. The orc captain had a whip of his own and when she looked away he delivered a terrible lash to her back, ripping a moderately sized line in her dress and breaking the skin.
The orc captain snarled. "What did I say about looking away?"
"Nht th..." She whimpered through the gag.
The orcs laughed and Bain tried to plead with them. "Please, leave her…"
His words gave way to more screams as they began to burn him with the torches, still whipping him. Tilda couldn't help it; she looked away again, receiving another lash and a harsher warning for her actions. She then remained watching, crying in fear, trying to ignore the blood trickling down her lower back as she watched her poor brother being tortured.
Finally however it was over; the orcs stopped, Bain fought to catch his breath. As he did so, the orcs untied Tilda from the chair and retied her hands in front of her. They got Bain down from the hook and began dragging them back to the small prison cave. They entered and Sigrid looked up, tears staining her face so much it looked mottled.
"Tilda, Bain!" She gasped in horror, seeing the state they were in.
The orcs removed Tilda's gag before throwing them both to the floor; Sigrid was horrified to see the bleeding whip marks on her sister's back. She noticed Bain was in worse shape than before, it was then she realized the orcs were up to something else.
"What are you doing?" She said nervously.
The orcs turned with the captain speaking. "We might as well make it known you are ours."
All three of them saw what the orcs held, metal rods with one end shaped in a symbol, an orc symbol, that part was red hot, a branding iron.
"No!" Tilda screamed, only to be backhanded across the face by the nearest orc.
"Shut it." He snarled.
The orcs approached Sigrid first and seized her left arm, untying them, pulling it towards them. Sigrid tightened her grip on her dress with her right hand, crying out.
"No, please no."
The orcs laughed as she screamed as the red hot metal was pressed into her wrist. They finally stopped, pulling it away, leaving the mark on her wrist. They then turned to Bain; who was unable to move or struggle due to his injuries.
The girls watched, horrified as they forced Bain into a sitting position and branded him too, forcing the branding iron into his upper left arm, just below his shoulder. He cried out, nearly passing out from all the pain.
Tilda then began yelling at them. "Leave him be, hasn't he suffered enough!?"
The orcs however simply threw Bain to the ground and then turned to her.
The captain grinned. "Your turn, oh we have something special planned for you."
"What…No!?" Tilda screamed.
Sigrid watched horrified as the orcs ripped and shredded a part of Tilda's dress, exposing her belly. Despite Tilda's struggles they held her down and pressing the branding iron into her belly. Her screams echoed around the cave and Sigrid couldn't stand it.
"Stop it, please, don't do this to her." She begged; receiving only orc laughter in response. "I beg you, please, stop this!"
The Orc captain scowled. "Enough of your mouth girl. Teach her a lesson, prepare another."
Sigrid's eyes widened in horror at that. The orcs finished with Tilda, leaving the poor girl with a brand mark on her belly, weeping. The orcs then seized Sigrid and heated up another brand.
"No, please, I…" She began but knew it was hopeless to try and reason with them, they were orcs.
Then, suddenly things for worse for her. The orcs seized her and suddenly grabbed her arms, which had been tied again after her first branding, and pulled them down.
Sigrid went beet red, her face felt extremely hot, without her hands to hold it, the upper part of her dress, having lost its support, fell. She was now naked from the waist up; her breasts exposed to the cold air.
Had their captors not been orcs, this would have been where the taunted and suggestive remarks would have started, as well as the groping.
But all that was chased from her mind, replaced by pain and her screams as the orcs pressed the brand into her collarbone, laughing maliciously as they did so. Finally however, the orcs finished and left, leaving only silence in the prison.
Tilda finally broke it, her voice shaky. "Sigrid?"
She had seen her sister's second branding, had seen her embarrassment as she had been exposed. Despite her pain, Sigrid was now trying to cover her breasts with her bound hands.
She shook her head. "Please Tilda; just…help Bain, keep him talking, occupied, keep him awake."
Tilda nodded and moved over to her brother, doing just that. Meanwhile, Sigrid tried to pull the remnants of the upper part of her dress back up, to cover herself again, despite the pain of the brand.
Silently all three prayed that their nightmare would be over soon. They knew after all, that when the orcs returned, it would be for Sigrid's turn for torture.
End of chapter, another hard one, but, rest assured, this is the last torture, after this things...change. Anyway, read and review please :)