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Torzhug:

I still was trying to wrap my mind around just how exactly I was a Uruk-hai. What in the Varda had happened to make us end up in Middle Earth? And, in the name of freaking Sauron, WHY THE HECK DID I HAVE TO BE TURNED INTO AN ORC?! It was just not fair. I could never join the fellowship now, which had been my dream. I would have to hide, and I was in lots of danger of being slaughtered by pretty much anything in this world. Even orc killed other orcs. Especially suspicious and strange orcs like me. At least, if you were an elf, nothing but orcs and wargs and stuff were going to try to kill you. Men didn't kill elves. Hobbits didn't kill elves. Even dwarves didn't kill elves.

Orcs however, were in danger from every sentient species of Middle Earth. I was one lucky kid...Of course, Peter... Peet, was a warg, so he was in the same situation, but at least he was massive, and had awesomely sharp teeth and claws. All I had was brute force, and a stick I had sharpened on a rock to protect myself. All Jewel had was a small meat cleaver.

This was going to be one long adventure...

Sapphire:

We started off at dawn. I was thankful that events from both the book and the movie were happening, because if we had to stay in Rivendell for two whole months, I would go absolutely nuts from boredom.

I helped Sam load the bags onto Bill, the pony from Bree, and took the largest bags myself. I figured I couldn't hurt the plot just by carrying their luggage for them. It was the least I could do for them. I had already decided I would be the baggage hauler, instead of poor old Sam.

Sam looked at me in shock, when I lifted up his giant pack, and then picked up Frodo's, Pippin's and Merry's packs as well, tied them all on top, and walked off, pots and pans flopping around on the rough cloth that was already digging into my shoulders painfully. It wasn't too heavy, compared to the weights I had lifted before, but the straps...the straps were absolutely killing me, just after five minutes of silent walking out of Rivendell.

We were silent for a long time, and finally, to my relief, Aragorn finally voiced what everyone had been thinking. I knew they had been staring at me the entire time, wondering why I would carry all that stuff for the hobbits, when I had no obligation to help the hobbits at all. I had no reason to join the fellowship in their minds. I had even less reason to carry their luggage for them.

"Lady Sapphire..." he started, the silence shattering like glass at his voice, "Why do you take it upon yourself to bear the halflings' packs? I mean no offense, but surely that much weight is even too much for you to endure?..."

I sighed, "Yeah, you're right... I guess I can't always be the hero... But I won't make the poor hobbits carry these heavy things if they do not want to... they are used to an easy life, and I believe it would be more work for them to carry their own pack, than it is for me to carry them for them."

Every hobbit immediately blushed, sheepishly blurted,"Oh no, no! It isn't work at all!" at the same time and lifted their heavy packs off of my shoulders. I sighed in relief, and rolled my aching shoulders, which cracked and popped like an old machine that was out of oil. Then I made a decision.

"At least let me take Frodo's pack. He's already bearing a burden that none should have to bear..." I said exasperatedly, and, without waiting for an answer, I lifted the pack off of Frodo's back and threw it back over my pack with a thump. My back groaned in protest, because my bag was heavy enough, but I told it to shut up. If I had carried four extra bags, one of them Sam's giant pack for two whole hours, then I could carry one extra, very light bag for the rest of the day.

And indeed, the rest of the day we walked, on and on, for what seemed like eons.

Even I was exhausted when Gandalf finally let us stop on a rocky slope, though I suspected it had something to do with carrying extra baggage.

However, I did not complain when Boramir said I must practice my fighting with the hobbits.

"Come over here, Lady Sapphire. Let us judge for ourselves if you are truly a Ranger. Show us your skill with your sword. If you can wield a sword, and you have been traveling through the wilderness as you say, why then do you not have your own sword?" he said snidely.

I rolled my eyes at him, and replied angrily, "You must be a greater fool than I had thought! I had to flee from a group of Orcs, and was not able to return and retrieve it from the stomach of the orc I KILLED! "

Boramir huffed in disbelief, and, scowling, beckoned me over. He drew his sword.

"We'll start slow, okay?" he said, treating me like a little baby learning how to walk.

"Okay..." I muttered, smirking slightly. Sure, he was a good sword fighter, but I doubted that he had even flipped with a sword. I knew a thousand and one moves to attack your foe with a sword, the majority of which included flipping. This would be fun. Very fun...

I started out slowly, pretending to have trouble blocking his slow strokes. He scoffed, and muttered things under his breath, probably saying how bad I was.

"Alright, I'm going to go a little bit faster, okay?..." he asked, smiling at me like he couldn't believe I was even here.

"Alright. I think I'll go a...bit faster as well!" I said cheerily, flashing him a sickeningly sweet smile.

He had just swung the sword at me, and I didn't bother returning the hit. I just rolled backwards into a kneeling position, and his sword struck the ground with a thud.

He yanked it out, and growled, "What are you doing? You're supposed to block with your sword, not roll around on the ground!"

"Oh, I'm sorry..." I said, widening my eyes and smiling innocently at him. He scoffed yet again, and grunted, "You should never have been allowed to come. Some Ranger you are... You're just a village girl from Bree, trying to fit in a man's clothes. Go home girl, before I make you go home!"

Well... I wasn't expecting him to be THAT rude. Now he would pay...

"You know what, Boramir, son of Denethor? I'm getting really sick of you. And you know what happens to people I'm sick of?" I asked, still smiling innocently, and talking in a sickly sweet voice.

He huffed, not believing that I was actually threatening him, "Enough of your fancy lies girl...You are a woman, and women cannot fight,"

That was it.

"YOU SEXIST MAN PIG!" I screeched at him, my voice going an octave higher than normal. And with that, I was upon him like an arrow from a bow. He barely deflected my sword from decapitating him, the blades meeting with a ear piercing Clang!. His eyes widened in pure shock as I put pressure into my wrist and thumb, putting immense pressure onto his sword. In the blink of an eye, his sword with on the ground, and my slightly shorter blade was at his bare neck.

Every single member of the fellowship was ogling me, even Gandalf. Legolas raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. The shock was still setting in for Boramir. He stared down at the cold blade resting against his exposed skin, not believing that he had been defeated so easily. He probably though I was going to kill him now.

Of course, I wasn't going to kill him. I'm not THAT evil. Geez... But everyone in the fellowship was frozen, like they thought one moment on their part would set my blade in motion again.

Boramir gulped loudly, his eyes bugging out of his head, and he whispered almost soundlyless, in utter disbelief, one word: "How?..."

"I'm a Ranger, that's how. Now, I think you've learned your lesson for the night. Never underestimate someone. That could be the last thing you ever do. Oh, and also...get some respect for women!"

He stuttered out something and everyone sighed in relief when I lowered my sword from his throat.

Then, casually sliding it back into its sheath, I turned to the hobbits, and asked cheerily, "How's dinner coming along?"