I apologize for being gone for a long time. I have no excuses. I do NOT own Lord of the Rings or Chronicles of Narnia.

"But it was one of the magical places of that world, one of the chinks or chasms between that world and this. There were many chinks or chasms between worlds in old times, but they have grown rarer." -Prince Caspian

(Third Person POV)

Anlum couldn't believe her luck. Here was the opportunity she had been waiting for. A small group of unaware Sons of Adam. Sure, a few groups of Sons of Adams had passed by before now, but those were heavily armed and were too many in number. The ones that were here now had at least twenty in total and most of them were armed. She could easily overtake them all with her Magic and her Orc slaves. The only problem was choosing a good sacrifice. There were plenty of Men, but she only wanted the best for her queen, Jadis.

She signaled to the lead Orc to prepare to attack. They were easily manipulated, and it was easier after their master, Sauron, fell three years ago. All she had to do was promise them a queen that would never grow old or die and that would bring suffering to all the 'Free People' of this land. The lead Orc nodded and roared for the others to be prepared. She could see how their master, Sauron, fell three years ago. She told them this needed stealth, but it didn't matter much anymore. They were discovered, but that didn't matter anymore either. All that matter was that she got her Human.

"Bring me the biggest and strongest of them all alive," she ordered. They captured all the Men and killed all the beasts they had with them. She looked over them and chose the one she would use as her sacrifice. He had a good built and to be no less than thirty. The rest were killed, but before they could leave with the Human, an Orc came back with another. This one was shorter than the rest and younger.

"What is this?" she asked.

"A scout," said the Orc. "What should we do with him?"

The Hag looked at the Man before her. He seemed useful and would have recruited him to join her, but she knew the answer she would receive. He looked like one of them; one of the Men that wouldn't betray their master no matter what. In Narnia she had seen several of his types, and she hated each and every one of them almost as much as she hated their precious Aslan, that huge mythical Cat.

"Let him be our messenger," she said. "Tell your masters what has happened. Tell them that your friend's blood will be more than enough to accomplish the task."

With that he was released and ran towards the large gates of the white city in front of them. She turned towards the Orcs and crouched before the Man. She sneered at him.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Doesn't our guest like his new company? Well, you won't have to worry for long. Once we use your blood you'll no longer be useful. Now, hurry before anyone else arrives."

One of the Orcs carried the Man while another carried the Hag as they made their way eastwards. It wasn't much of a problem until they neared a Human fortress on a river. It wasn't a challenge when they first crossed, all she had to do was put a spell on the Men and they could pass unseen. But now they had to deal with a squirming prisoner.

"Stop squirming, you worthless piece of dirt," said the Orc carrying the Human. It was about to slap him when suddenly the Orc froze in place.

"You will not harm him," the Hag hissed as she released the Orc from her spell. "And you, Son of Adam, stop moving. Can't you see its hopeless? No one will come to your rescue. You are worthless to them. Now be quiet! We're close to the Human fort on the river. Come, we must move swiftly and quietly."

As soon as they were closer to the fort, she put the same spell on the Men. It was a fairly simple spell; all she had to do was utter a few magic words and the could go unseen. But not unheard. It was a spell so that they wouldn't be seen, but they could still be heard. They moved swiftly and partially silent. They had to occasionally stop and stay still when groups of Men came too near for their comfort. The Man kept squirming in vain, hoping someone would notice them. He tried everything in his power to grab their attention, but he knew it was useless.

He didn't want to admit it, but she was right. What was he worth? His companions dead and the young man the Hag let go probably wasn't even close to the gates of Minas Tirith. She was right: it was hopeless. They were almost across when another group of Men walked past them. It was his last chance for freedom. He tried to scream, but it was muffled thanks to the gag they placed in his mouth when he was captured. But then, one of the Men turned towards them.

"Did you here that?" he asked others. By now the Hag and Orcs stood still as they looked right at them.

"Hear what?" asked one of the Men.

"I thought I heard something," the first man said. Anlum by now had picked up a rock and threw to the opposite wall. The Men turned towards the noise, giving the small group the opportunity to escape. They did not stop until they were away from any Men.

"Did our guest think he could be saved?" Anlum said once the stopped and put them down. "Your attempt was futile, Son of Adam. And just for that, your death shall be even slower than it was meant to be."

And so they made their way further into Mordor. It truly was hopeless.

My first attempt at a chapter like this. Any good? If you have any questions, please PM me or place them in a review.