Fan Fiction ❯ Forget Me Not ❯ Stupid Orcs ( Chapter 9 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

I cried more than I did whenever Gandalf left us. I cried so much that I couldn't see anything that was in front of me when I started running as fast as I could. The trees were ugly brown splotches to my eyes and everything green seemed to be in my way. Then I stumbled and fell, scratching my face up badly on the tree branch that I fell on top of on my way down.

I realized that I was exhausted, that the sleep from last evening did me no good. My body refused to move even though my brain was telling it to. All there was left to do was to lay there and take whatever was coming at me on the ground.

Why am I so stupid! I chastened myself, trying hard to stop the tears rolling down my face. Why can't I be brave, like Aragorn or Gimli or Legolas? Or…well…not like Pippin or Merry, but… I suddenly became very aware that there was no longer any sound coming from any direction. Immediately every thought in my mind was replaced by one; I have to keep moving.

No stopping, no slowing down, only checking to see which direction to go in next.

And run. Run as fast as possible.

My knees were aching with effort as every step that I took brought pain shooting up my legs. Apparently the fall that I had taken earlier had nearly broken my ankles. (Whether it was one or both I can't remember…)

The realization came to me that I had no idea where I was. I had just taken any direction that had made sense at the time and now I was paying dearly for that decision. Looking back, it wasn't one of my brighter ideas. There was nothing recognizable around me, but I was running as fast as I could, so I didn't care very much.

There was a sound from behind me, so I sped up as much as it was possible for a hobbit. But I couldn't keep going for forever; something had to stop me. That something, unfortunately, was a tree. A big tree.

“Ooof!” I cried, my head practically bouncing off the trunk, making a hollow sound from the tree. Rubbing my head, I got up and walked around it, trying to understand why it made that sound. There was a hole in the tree, one just big enough for a small hobbit like me to hide in.

The sound I had heard before came louder, still from behind me, but closer. Suddenly it concerned me more than it had before. Thinking fast, I ducked into the tree, of course, hitting my head on the way in.

The only sounds that I heard for a few minutes were those that were there already. I sighed audibly, thinking inwardly, Stupid! You're so paranoid! Get off your butt and head back to the Shire already! I hit my head against the inside of the tree, banishing thoughts of spiders and millipedes gathering in my hair. Why did I even leave? So both Gandalf and Galadriel told you to go, have you ever listened to anyone before? Sam doesn't count; he's your socially deprived broth-

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise right beside me. Breathing becoming rapid, I wouldn't dare look outside that hollow tree if you paid me in food. The air became so cold that I had to start to breathe through my mouth, which instantly became white in the air.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to not make a sound, not one move. I was shivering, but the thing couldn't reach me if I just…stayed…quiet.

Silence…

My eyes snapped open.

The earth seemed to stand still…

My labored breathing became louder…

It moved…sending spirals of sweat pouring down my back…

Then, all at once, it moved on, stopping in front of me with its back turned, pausing to check the area thoroughly once more. As it turned around, I shivered again as I saw what it was; a Ringwraith.

A million thoughts raced through my mind: What is it doing here? I thought all nine were hunting down the other members of the fellowship who are actually doing something worthwhile…? Does this mean that this Ringwraith is a…tenth Ringwraith? Is that even possible! Is it after me…or after the others? Maybe it picked up my scent and thought…oh…my…gosh…

It left and my blood pressure dropped a couple hundred notches. I never wanted to leave the tree again. Unfortunately, I had just realized that since the Ringwraith had been so close, that probably meant that I'd only been running for about an hour.

Which meant that I still had time to catch back up with the others and warn them.

`They probably already know anyways,' was the thought that should have been waltzing through my head at that point. Although, I was still as shallow as ever, and was only thinking about chocolate pasties (Mmmm…chocolate…). It was dumb to even think that after an hour they would all still be there, waiting for me with tea.

Even so, as I got closer I began to recognize my surroundings and build up hope that they were all there. The empty camping site by the river that we used didn't register to me; the blood stains on the ground didn't show up in my eyes until I saw Boromir.

(The one question I have to ask is this: how can one man sustain so many arrows being shot through his body and not die at the first one! He has to be some sort of immortal or something…)

“Oh my gosh…” I gasped, falling down on my knees. The sight of his body made me want to retch. Was his the only body here, or, heaven forbid…were there others?

The smell of all the blood covered every sense so that it was the only thing I could smell, see, and even taste. I could feel that morning's skimpy lunch caught in my throat and I let it out, letting the new smell block out the old.

They were all gone. The orcs, Frodo, Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, Gimli, Legolas, Gandalf, Sam…Boromir…I was utterly alone.

I tried to wipe the throw up from my face only to have tears mixed in with the mess that was my mouth. It felt so silly to cry now, after all the baby crying I'd already done on this trip. It was time for me to go home, where I belonged, where I was cared for, and where I knew where the food was exactly.

I would have gone home right at that moment, too, if it hadn't been for the blunt object that hit my head, sending me into darkness.

Hehehe…I was seriously considering stopping here….but then I thought that you people would be really mad that I updated so quickly and it was only four pages long…lol

I was having the most wonderful dream about the tavern in Hobbiton, with Sam and Rosie slow dancing in the corner. There was food covering every inch of the tables, so of course I was in heaven with Frodo giving me a backrub…ahh…

But then my left arm was on fire and I couldn't understand why. I couldn't move it even an inch unless I wanted pain upon pain running up and down my entire arm. Then I became aware that I couldn't move my body. The tavern dissolved away into nothingness and I suddenly felt like I was falling.

I gasped and woke up, wondering for a minute why I was seeing my surroundings passing by me without moving my feet. My left arm was locked in an embrace so tight that it was holding my entire body up on somebody's back. An orcs' back.

Trust me; it's not a very pleasant experience.

Both my arm breaking and my being carried on the back of an orc like a sack of potatoes, I mean.

There was so much pain with no way to contain it. With every step that the orc took, I felt it twice as much in my arm. The orc carrying me wasn't very bright. In fact, as it (he?) stumbled over everything that was not totally flat, I had the sinking feeling that he was dumber than the others. Which, with my luck, makes sense.

I tried to lift my head a little without putting pressure on my arm. I pulled my right arm over the orc's shoulder and leaned on that instead. Orcs and grasslands. Nothing worth seeing. I wanted to puke.

If only there was some way to get this bloody orc to let go of my arm…I thought, trying to move my fingers, which were not responding to my brain, even the tiniest bit. I bit back tears as I felt a particularly nasty bump ride through my arm. As a natural reaction, (don't ask me why…) I kicked the part of the armor with my knee that covered the orc's back. Figuring that it hurt me more than it had hurt him, I was surprised to hear a gasp of pain that wasn't mine.

Looking down, I found that there was a crack in his armor right between his shoulder blades. This certain orc must have been a wimp. I suddenly noticed that he was straggling farther and farther behind the rest of the crowd. A grin broke out on my face, which felt as if it hadn't been used like that for days.

Sigh. Bringing him pain was the only decent thing I could do to thank him for kidnapping me!

So I kicked him several times with all my might. Each time, he stopped for longer periods of time, trying to figure out what it was that was bothering him. They must have messed up on his genes or something…I thought bitterly, wanting to laugh. Finally he passed out from the `pain'. I cried out; my arm was still stuck in his grasp. Mad at myself for putting me in this position, the only thing I could do was to pull it out from under him.

It only took a couple of seconds, but I could hear my left arm breaking even more so, meaning that it was probably disconnected by now. I wanted to lie down and cry, but the thought that there might be more orcs coming up behind me fueled me to start running.

The orcs were running toward something to the left, so I went to the right. After a few miles, I could see a dark forest coming up ahead of me.

Yes, I'm sorry that this chapter was sort of stinky. The next one will be better, I promise! This one was sort of a filler before the fun stuff begins. Sigh. I'm not going to get very good reviews for this, am I?

Things are a little confusing for right now, but I really do have a place to go with this, so just stay with me for right now, alright?

SORRY!

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