Of UNO and Thunderstorms
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LORD OF THE RINGS! NATALIE AND FRANCESCA OWN THEMSELVES! I ONLY OWN MYSELF AND MY OCS!
Author's note: I feel the need to warn you that there is a small time skip from the end of the last chapter until now. Meep!
The next few days after we left the Fellowship felt like a blur to me. One night after we decided to rest, Frodo had had a nightmare about Gandalf's death. I only remember because his shout woke me up. After Sam made sure he was okay, physically at least, I fell asleep again. It wasn't a deep sleep and I was still somewhat aware of what was going on around me. My eyes flew open when I heard Gollum's voice from above us. I stayed still, hoping he hadn't seen my eyes and thought I was still asleep.
"The thieves….The thieves. The filthy little thieves. Where is it? Where is it? They stole it from us. My precious. Curse them! We hates them! It's ours it is, and we wants it!" Gollum ranted, reaching a hand forward towards Frodo. At this, Sam, Frodo, and I jumped up and yanked Gollum off the rocks and to the ground. Gollum pushed me to the ground and I landed on my ass, hard, it hurt. Son of a bitch! He's stronger than he looks! Owww. I thought as I rolled away. When I looked up, I saw Frodo trying to wrestle Gollum off of him. Apparently, the little shit knew Frodo had the Ring and was trying to get it back. Sam tried to drag Gollum off Frodo by his foot, but was promptly bitch slapped by Gollum. Yeah, Gollum actually bitch slapped Sam. In a non life threatening situation, I'd have been rolling on the floor laughing. Sam fell to the ground with a thud and Gollum went back to trying to wrestle Frodo. Sam and I went and dragged Gollum off our friend. Frodo went flying into a rock face and Gollum jumped off the rocks at him again. Sam pulled him up and suddenly they were on the ground and Gollum was trying to strangle Sam. I reached for my short sword to help, but Frodo beat me to it. He had Sting out and at Gollum's throat in seconds.
"This is Sting. You've seen it before. Haven't you, Gollum? Release him, or I'll cut your throat." Frodo threatened. Gollum shrieked something I couldn't comprehend but he released Sam.
Soon, we were on the road again, wandering through the rocks of Emyn Muil, and we were taking Gollum with us. Sam had tied his elvish rope around Gollum's neck. Freaking Gollum was screaming and protesting the whole way. I think my eardrums have suffered permanent damage.
"It burns! It burns us! It freezes! Nasty elves twisted it!" Gollum wailed as he flailed, trying to get away from us and the rope. "I'm gonna pretend he didn't just insult elves." I muttered as I tried to block out Gollum's complaining, absolutely failing at it I might add. "Take it off us." Gollum looked at Frodo with the most pitiful, pathetic looking expression I have ever seen in my life. Wow. You're just a manipulative little bastard aren't ya? "Quiet you!" Sam yelled at him. "It's hopeless! Every orc in Mordor's going to hear this racket! Let's just tie him up and leave him." Sam turned to Frodo as he said this. "I would second that at this point." I added, flinching as Gollum screeched again.
"No! That would kill us! Kill us!" Gollum sobbed. "It's no more than you deserve!" Sam snapped back. "Maybe he does deserve to die. But now that I see him, I do pity him." Frodo stated, his voice soft and calm. What?! I mentally shouted as we watched Gollum writhing and wailing on the ground. Gollum stopped his racket for a minute to look at Frodo. "We be nice to them if they be nice to us. Take it off us. We swears to do what you wants. We swears." Gollum said, bowing his head down to the ground. "There's no promise you can make that I can trust." Frodo replied. A very good point. I wouldn't trust him even if my life depended on it. "We swears to serve the master of the precious. We swears on…on the precious." Gollum promised. "The Ring is treacherous; it will hold you to your word." Frodo informed him. "Yes, on the precious. On the precious." Gollum assured him.
"I don't believe you!" Sam shouted, rushing towards Gollum, who ran away and up a nearby rock. "Get down! I said, down!" Sam yelled, pulling on the rope and causing Gollum to fall. "Sam!" Frodo yelped, going to him and stopping him from yanking the rope again. "He's trying to trick us. If we let him go he'll throttle us in our sleep!" Sam exclaimed. Frodo walked over to Gollum, standing in front of him. Gollum backed up.
"You know the way to Mordor?" he asked. "Yes." Gollum answered. Frodo knelt down in front of Gollum, looking him right in the eyes. "You've been there before?" he continued. "Yes." Gollum whimpered and Frodo took the rope off his neck. "You will lead us to the Black Gate." Frodo told him, standing back up. Gollum took off on all fours through the rocks and we rushed after him.
"To the Gate, to the Gate! To the Gate, master says. Yes!" Gollum, or rather Smeagol at the moment, muttered frantically. "No, we won't go back! Not there. Not to him. They can't make us. Gollum! Gollum!" Gollum argued with himself. "But we swore to serve the master of the precious." Smeagol responded. "No. Ashes and dust and thirst is there, and pits, pits, pits. And orcses, thousands of orcses. And always the Great Eye watching, watching." Gollum continued his insane ramblings until he saw us catch up to him. He then screamed at the top of his freaking lungs and bolted. Bastard! Schizophrenic little bastard! I thought, now thoroughly pissed off with him, seeing as I held him responsible for the massive headache of epic proportions that I now had.
"Hey! Come back now! Come back!" Sam yelled as we chased after him for a bit. "There. What did I tell you? He's run off the old villain. So much for his promises." Sam continued as we caught our breath. Gollum suddenly reappeared out of nowhere. "This way hobbits! Follow me!" he said in what I'm assuming was supposed to be a sweet voice. And with that, we were off. Again. Woo.
He's gone. He's gone. Just like that. Boromir's dead. Why?! Dammit to hell, why didn't I do something! I love him! Fuck the canon! I should've saved him! He didn't deserve to die. These were the only thoughts that I could comprehend as Merry, Pippin and I were jumbled around on the backs of the Uruk Hai that were carrying us. They were absolutely disgusting and I wanted to be sick. Fortunately, or possibly unfortunately, there was nothing in my stomach for me to puke up. Suddenly, the McNasty that was carrying me stopped and I jerked forward a bit. Wait, did I just say McNasty? I'm turning into Olympia! What is this?! As the Uruk Hai argued with a band of orcs that we had met, I looked over at Merry and Pippin. Merry was unconscious and had a gash on the side of his face that looked pretty nasty.
"Merry! Merry, wake up!" Pippin pleaded with the unconscious hobbit. "My friend is sick! He needs water!" Pippin said to a nearby Uruk Hai with a flask. Another Uruk Hai came out of the crowd and asked, "Sick is he? Give him some medicine boys!" One of the McNasties went and poured some foul ass looking liquid into Merry's mouth. Merry woke up and started coughing. "Stop it!" Pippin begged. "Can't take his draught!" Some random Uruk Hai shouted and the rest started laughing. I started swearing under my breath, using every kind of curse word I've ever heard, which is a lot. Hopefully Pippin didn't hear me and wouldn't start using curse words from my world. Although, that would be kinda funny. Leave it to me to come up with this kind of shit.
"Leave him alone!" both Pippin and I shouted, seeing Merry still coughing. "Why? You want some?" The Uruk with the 'medicine' asked. This earned him a head shake from Merry and a death glare of death from me. Yes, death glare of death, from the redundancy department of redundancy. But seriously, I would have shot laser beams out of my eyeballs at him if I could have. "Then keep your mouth shut!" the Uruk told us as he stalked away. I chomped down on my lip. The defiant side of me had wanted to say 'Make me!' But my logical side apparently thought that was a bad idea and apparently also knew that if I did that, I would probably get some of the 'medicine' they'd given Merry. Or worse. And let's just say that I would rather wake Olympia up at 1:00 in the morning and face her wrath than have to stomach that shit.
"Merry." Pippin whispered. "Hello, Pip. Hello Natalie." Merry looked up at us. "You're hurt." Pippin pointed out. "I'm fine. It was just an act." Merry told him. "An act?" Pippin asked. "You son of a bitch that was…...You know what? I don't even know what that was." I managed a small smirk. "See? I fooled you too. Don't worry about me, Pippin. You either Natalie." Merry said. Suddenly some random Uruk Hai started sniffing the air really obnoxiously.
"What is it? What do you smell?" Another Uruk Hai asked. "Man-flesh." The first Uruk Hai replied. Both the Uruk Hai and some of the orcs started looking around nervously. Do they really think that Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and anyone else who came this way are just going to pop out of nowhere and slaughter all of them? How freaking stupid are these things? "They've picked up our trail! Let's move!" The second random Uruk Hai shouted. "Aragorn." Pippin whispered. I swore again, out loud this time. Merry raised his eyebrows at my language choice. And then they were running again and I was, once again, bouncing around on some random Uruk Hai's back. Oh what fun! Note the sarcasm. As we were bouncing around, Pippin pulled the leaf brooch off his cloak with his teeth. He took it and he threw it on the ground. See this? This is what happens when you watch The Lonely Island too much.
We've been running for I think three days now with no rest. At one point during the third day, Aragorn stopped at the top of a hill, put his head down on a rock and listened to the pounding feet of the Uruk Hai. How he did it, I don't know. "Their pace has quickened. They must have caught our scent. Hurry!" He shouted the last part down to Legolas, Kate and I about halfway up the hill. "Come on Gimli!" Legolas yelled down the hill to Gimli as we took off again.
"Three days and nights pursuit. No food. No rest. And no sign of our quarry but what bare rock can tell." Gimli panted from somewhere behind us. We ran down the small hill and along the side of a deep valley. I looked down for a second and saw the river running along far below us. Legolas, Kate and I were all running neck and neck to each other. And here I used to wonder why people called him Strider. I thought as I looked up to see Aragorn ahead of us by a good ten feet or so. Gimli was lagging behind us a bit. A while later, Aragorn stopped and stooped down to pick something up.
"Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall." Aragorn whispered as Kate, Legolas and I caught up. I looked down and saw that he held the leaf-shaped brooch of Pippin's cloak in fingers. "They may yet be alive." Legolas told him. "Less than a day ahead of us. Come." Aragorn said as he got up and we ran off again. I heard Gimli stumble and roll down the hill we had come down and winced slightly. "Come Gimli! We're gaining on them!" Legolas called over his shoulder to Gimli.
"I'm wasted on cross country! We dwarves are natural sprinters, very dangerous over short distances." Gimli yelled up to us. Whatever you say, Gimli. Whatever you say. I thought. Soon we ran up to the top of a nearby hill and looked out over the rocky plains below us. Kate nudged me with her elbow and smiled. I knit my eyebrows together, confused. 'Wait for it.' She mouthed to me.
"Rohan, home of the Horse-lords. There's something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures; sets its will against us." Aragorn whispered. I looked up at my sister and raised an eyebrow. She smacked my arm and gave me a look. Legolas ran down the hill and ahead of us a little bit to get a better view of the Uruk Hai. "Legolas, what do your elf eyes see?" Aragorn shouted over to him. Oh, so this is what Kate was talking about. I thought with a smile.
"The Uruks turn northeast. They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!" Legolas shouted back to us. After grinning like an idiot for a second, I stared out onto the plains and saw a black mass heading in a general northeast direction. Grrr! So close and yet so far! I'll have to knock some Uruk skulls soon enough anyway. Shit. No! No more thinking about battles until they actually come! I thought while trying desperately not to laugh as Kate started humming the 'They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard!' song under her breath. Sometimes I want to smack Natalie for showing us that YouTube video. I bit my lip and sent her a 'Shut up. Now.' look. "Saruman." Aragorn hissed and we continued to run after the Uruk hai.
"Keep breathing. That's the key, breathe." Gimli advised at one point during the day. "They've run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them." Legolas commented. I turned my gaze towards the huge band of Uruk Hai we were chasing. Legolas was right, they were running like hell and we were too far behind to do anything. I settled for death glaring at them. "You could say that again." Kate muttered. I opened my mouth and took an over exaggerated breath in preparation to say it again. "Not literally, smart ass." Kate warned me. I chuckled and shut my mouth. We continued running and I was left to think. Now that I think on it, I was extremely worried about them. Merry and Pippin would be fine, that much I knew. But a very emotional and very cranky Natalie wasn't factored into the real story. I was afraid she would let her emotions get the better of her and throw a rage fit on the Uruk Hai. Kate, who was running with me on my left, seemed to read my mind and know exactly what I was thinking.
"I'm worried about them too, Olympia." She whispered to me. I gave her a half-hearted smile. "I know. I'm afraid Natalie might throw a bitch fit." I whispered. "Bitch fit? Only you would come up with a line like that." Kate replied, rolling her eyes as she did so. I shrugged and continued to run.
Later that night, I found myself running with Legolas. Kate had somehow tapped into some secret energy reserve and was managing to keep up with Aragorn. Gimli was still trailing a bit behind. "Hi." I whispered. "Hello." Legolas whispered back. "I'm scared for them." I said. "I am as well." He replied. "I hate being stuck in the middle." I stated simply. "What are you referring to?" Legolas asked. "We're close enough to see those who are holding our friends captive. I would have said people, except well, they're not. But at the same time, we're too far away to help them. It annoys me, greatly." I explained. Legolas nodded. Then, there was just silence. It wasn't an awkward silence; it was just one of those times where no one had anything to say. Kate had come to run by us again and started humming a familiar tune. I smiled a little.
"Another turning point a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. So make the best of this test and don't ask why. It's not a question but a lesson learned in time. It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life. So take the photographs and still frames in your mind. Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time." I sang softly before forgetting the rest of the words and trailing off. Kate continued humming for a bit.
"Oh, why'd you stop?" she asked after realizing that I'd stopped. "I forgot the rest of the words." I admitted. Kate shrugged. We ran for the rest of the night. We didn't talk much, but when we did it was about random stuff and usually ended with me singing under my breath to whatever song popped into my head, usually those songs were sad. Eventually all conversation stopped and we were just running. Wow, I really shouldn't sing sad songs. They bring up memories from home. What happened back there? Surely someone noticed we're gone by now. It makes me feel guilty, knowing that everyone back home is freaking out not knowing what happened to us and for the moment we're perfectly fine. I mean, we just disappeared without a trace. I can just see what mom and dad's faces would have looked like when they found out. And what about Bella? Did mom and dad take her? My thoughts trailed off as I imagined how my parents must have looked when they found out Kate and I were gone. I imagined my mom running a hand through her brown hair that had a few grey streaks and tears falling from her kind blue eyes. I was reminded that Kate was practically the spitting image of our mother. I imagined my dad all but pulling his, also graying, dark brown hair out and his green eyes shining with unshed tears. Yeah, I'm the only living member of my family with light-ish hair. I remember my aunts and my abuela, as we call my grandmother, helping me search through photo albums for years to find someone else with dirty blonde/ possibly light brown-ish hair like mine. And when we finally came across a picture of my great grandma when she was young, we found that I was her doppelganger, to put it simply. For some odd reason, I imagined our puppy Bella curled up, staring with wide frightened eyes at the T.V., which only showed the blue screen of death. I bit my bottom lip and shook my head in an attempt to push the heart-breaking images and memories from my mind.
Author's note: Wow. I think this chapter might be the longest one yet. Anyway, I don't know exactly where all this angst is coming from but yeah. Lame explanation is lame. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!