love struggles for freedom
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kalyw because I think she thought I wouldn't really do it.
Frodo moaned softly, as he realised he was waking. The stones beneath his body were cold and hard, the surest sign his escape into dreams was ended. Ended for now -- he knew, at least, that soon enough he would once more wage the battle for unconsciousness. His captors would do their best to rouse him with their torments, but their methods were crude and enthusiasm often won the battle for Frodo and he would slip away well before the orcs were done.
His cell was dark, and he looked around blearily for what had woken him. There were no shouting guards at the door, no hands upon his ankles grasping him, and dragging him to the corridor, promising new tortures, or repeats of old. As his eyes focused, he saw there was someone crouched in the doorway.
Frodo let his head fall, and groaned again. He was too loud, and his visitor heard him.
"Baggins!" he hissed, creeping forward, furtively.
"What do you want?" Frodo snapped. He was tired, and he ached, and he did not have any desire to do this.
"Tell me...."
The orc shuffled closer, sending frequent glances towards the doorway. Frodo didn't blame him - he wouldn't want to get caught by orcs doing something he wasn't supposed to, either. Except he had, and he found himself still unsympathetic to his visitor's fears. If the other guards *would* catch him, perhaps Frodo could get some decent sleep rather than being awakened each night. "What, again?" It wasn't as though he hadn't told him everything, dozens of times before.
"Tell me," the orc pleaded, crouching down beside Frodo. Gerk was dripping slime, and who knew what else, onto the floor and Frodo was hard pressed not to shy away. So he didn't. He leant back against the cell wall and pulled his bare legs as far away from the orc as he could. Gerk pressed in closer, and hissed again. "Please."
The orc's black eyes were wide, and almost piteous, and Frodo found himself - as always - moved by Gerk's plight. Besides which, he knew he would get no sleep until he spoke. "Oh, all right. I'll tell you."
The orc's sudden smile of delight was always disconcerting. Frodo ignored it, and settled in for a short - very short -- story. "The last time I saw Pippin Took was at Parth Galen, before Sam and I left the Fellowship. He was fine, if a bit tired, hungry, and apparently unable to keep the smear of dirt washed from his face."
He paused, and the orc shivered in delight. Frodo shivered, as well. "Alas, it has been so long," the orc interrupted. "When he called to me in Moria, I thought surely our time had come. The evil Balrog drove us away in fear, and I was unable to grab my love before pressed by my fellows to escape." He sighed.
Frodo sighed, as well. If Gerk was going to interrupt him after every sentence, it was going to be a long night, indeed.
the end
kalyw because I think she thought I wouldn't really do it.Frodo moaned softly, as he realised he was waking. The stones beneath his body were cold and hard, the surest sign his escape into dreams was ended. Ended for now -- he knew, at least, that soon enough he would once more wage the battle for unconsciousness. His captors would do their best to rouse him with their torments, but their methods were crude and enthusiasm often won the battle for Frodo and he would slip away well before the orcs were done.
His cell was dark, and he looked around blearily for what had woken him. There were no shouting guards at the door, no hands upon his ankles grasping him, and dragging him to the corridor, promising new tortures, or repeats of old. As his eyes focused, he saw there was someone crouched in the doorway.
Frodo let his head fall, and groaned again. He was too loud, and his visitor heard him.
"Baggins!" he hissed, creeping forward, furtively.
"What do you want?" Frodo snapped. He was tired, and he ached, and he did not have any desire to do this.
"Tell me...."
The orc shuffled closer, sending frequent glances towards the doorway. Frodo didn't blame him - he wouldn't want to get caught by orcs doing something he wasn't supposed to, either. Except he had, and he found himself still unsympathetic to his visitor's fears. If the other guards *would* catch him, perhaps Frodo could get some decent sleep rather than being awakened each night. "What, again?" It wasn't as though he hadn't told him everything, dozens of times before.
"Tell me," the orc pleaded, crouching down beside Frodo. Gerk was dripping slime, and who knew what else, onto the floor and Frodo was hard pressed not to shy away. So he didn't. He leant back against the cell wall and pulled his bare legs as far away from the orc as he could. Gerk pressed in closer, and hissed again. "Please."
The orc's black eyes were wide, and almost piteous, and Frodo found himself - as always - moved by Gerk's plight. Besides which, he knew he would get no sleep until he spoke. "Oh, all right. I'll tell you."
The orc's sudden smile of delight was always disconcerting. Frodo ignored it, and settled in for a short - very short -- story. "The last time I saw Pippin Took was at Parth Galen, before Sam and I left the Fellowship. He was fine, if a bit tired, hungry, and apparently unable to keep the smear of dirt washed from his face."
He paused, and the orc shivered in delight. Frodo shivered, as well. "Alas, it has been so long," the orc interrupted. "When he called to me in Moria, I thought surely our time had come. The evil Balrog drove us away in fear, and I was unable to grab my love before pressed by my fellows to escape." He sighed.
Frodo sighed, as well. If Gerk was going to interrupt him after every sentence, it was going to be a long night, indeed.
the end