No Way Out
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,169
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
***original chapter title huh? Ok so i got another chapter up, nothing really new here, Frodo's still captured, etc., Nothing really happens in this chapter, it just kind of tells you about whats going on with Frodo up in the tower. I know the chapters are short, but i dont want to make them to long that way if i screw up like i so often do it will be easier to fix, and the other chapters may still work out all right.***
Frodo sat down in the middle of the small dungeon for quite some time, feeling the darkness as it closed in about him, he had never felt this horrible, this trapped... this alone. The darkness pressed in around his heart, and the feeling of despair increased inside of him. There was no way out, he was trapped here, utterly alone, and the world that was Middle-earth would perish. He longed for the outside world, as the stone made him feel like a flower, cut off from everything it needs to survive, save food, water and air, and now was withering away to nothing in the darkness.
He felt somewhat like what Gollum must have felt like, after he had been turned away by everyone. He been utterly alone in the dark, with only foul creatures such as orcs around to feed him, and himself and the Ring for company. Frodo did not have the Ring for company, whhe whe was thankful for, as it would have driven him mad long ago.
Days passed with no special occurrence, in fact, other than the orcs giving him substances that he recognised as food, nothing happened. The orcs only opened the door to drop the food on the floor unceremoniously, before leaving, and they never said anything to him, never came near him, and Frodo found this terribly odd, as they usually came in, smacked him, and jeered at him. Now they did no more than bring the food in, and take the plate out, and Frodo soon found himself desperate for company, for talk, or touch of any sort. He almost went over to the orcs when they opened the door, but, not quite out of his mind yet, he managed to stay put.
He stopped eating, and soon did nothing but lay on his side, staring aimlessly off into the black nothingness that was his cell, when he was awake, and staring into the blackness that was inside him when asleep. Occasionally he caught mutterings coming from the guards when they brought him his fresh food, and removed the still full plates, but he was unsure if they felt sorry for him, or merely wondered if he was dead. He was unsure if orcs could feel sorry for others, but did not put much thought into it. He did not put much thought into anything.
One day and orc had come into the cell, further that anyone had come in so long, but Frodo was only dimly aware of his presence, and paid him no heed, even after the orc nudged him with its foot. Contact. It was the only contact he had had in so long... but it did not stay, and he did not ask it to come back, though he desperately wanted some kind of contact with someone, which was odd, for he had not done anything in days really, just remained where he was lying. It was sort of like in Cirith Ungol, only this time he was able to eat, move and talk, and did not wish to. *What an odd change* Frodo thought to himself.
The orcs came in more often, sometimes talking to him, in their usual sneer, only now it had a worried air about it (which Frodo was certain not for him, but for what Sauron would do when he found out that the orcs hadn’t looked after him the way they were clearly supposed to be). They talked, but Frodo only heard distant mumblings. They picked him up (a terribly odd custom for an orc) and held him awkwardly, clearly not enjoying having such a task, but he only felt a brush of cold as he was lifted from the now warm spot on the dungeon ground that he had stayed in for so long, and a distant tingle where they touched him. They would tilt his head back and force food into him, but he only felt like they were shoving dust in his mouth, and forcing him to swallow more of that burning liquid, and he often would be sick after then did this (sometimes on the orcs, which enraged them, but they did not hit him as they used to).
Frodo felt himself beginning to fade from existence with each passing day, and wondered if he was becoming invisible like the Ringwraiths, as Gandalf had said he would do over time if he kept the Ring. But he did not bother to find out, though if he had he would have noticed a definite lack clearness in his left arm where the Morgul blade had stabbed so long ago. He found himself somehow wishing that he would just fade, like the RIngwraiths, accept instead of continuing on as they had, he would merely fade, and then be lost to the world, and never see this life or this place again. He sighed, perhaps it was working. But if so, he wanted to know-- How much longer?
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Frodo sat down in the middle of the small dungeon for quite some time, feeling the darkness as it closed in about him, he had never felt this horrible, this trapped... this alone. The darkness pressed in around his heart, and the feeling of despair increased inside of him. There was no way out, he was trapped here, utterly alone, and the world that was Middle-earth would perish. He longed for the outside world, as the stone made him feel like a flower, cut off from everything it needs to survive, save food, water and air, and now was withering away to nothing in the darkness.
He felt somewhat like what Gollum must have felt like, after he had been turned away by everyone. He been utterly alone in the dark, with only foul creatures such as orcs around to feed him, and himself and the Ring for company. Frodo did not have the Ring for company, whhe whe was thankful for, as it would have driven him mad long ago.
Days passed with no special occurrence, in fact, other than the orcs giving him substances that he recognised as food, nothing happened. The orcs only opened the door to drop the food on the floor unceremoniously, before leaving, and they never said anything to him, never came near him, and Frodo found this terribly odd, as they usually came in, smacked him, and jeered at him. Now they did no more than bring the food in, and take the plate out, and Frodo soon found himself desperate for company, for talk, or touch of any sort. He almost went over to the orcs when they opened the door, but, not quite out of his mind yet, he managed to stay put.
He stopped eating, and soon did nothing but lay on his side, staring aimlessly off into the black nothingness that was his cell, when he was awake, and staring into the blackness that was inside him when asleep. Occasionally he caught mutterings coming from the guards when they brought him his fresh food, and removed the still full plates, but he was unsure if they felt sorry for him, or merely wondered if he was dead. He was unsure if orcs could feel sorry for others, but did not put much thought into it. He did not put much thought into anything.
One day and orc had come into the cell, further that anyone had come in so long, but Frodo was only dimly aware of his presence, and paid him no heed, even after the orc nudged him with its foot. Contact. It was the only contact he had had in so long... but it did not stay, and he did not ask it to come back, though he desperately wanted some kind of contact with someone, which was odd, for he had not done anything in days really, just remained where he was lying. It was sort of like in Cirith Ungol, only this time he was able to eat, move and talk, and did not wish to. *What an odd change* Frodo thought to himself.
The orcs came in more often, sometimes talking to him, in their usual sneer, only now it had a worried air about it (which Frodo was certain not for him, but for what Sauron would do when he found out that the orcs hadn’t looked after him the way they were clearly supposed to be). They talked, but Frodo only heard distant mumblings. They picked him up (a terribly odd custom for an orc) and held him awkwardly, clearly not enjoying having such a task, but he only felt a brush of cold as he was lifted from the now warm spot on the dungeon ground that he had stayed in for so long, and a distant tingle where they touched him. They would tilt his head back and force food into him, but he only felt like they were shoving dust in his mouth, and forcing him to swallow more of that burning liquid, and he often would be sick after then did this (sometimes on the orcs, which enraged them, but they did not hit him as they used to).
Frodo felt himself beginning to fade from existence with each passing day, and wondered if he was becoming invisible like the Ringwraiths, as Gandalf had said he would do over time if he kept the Ring. But he did not bother to find out, though if he had he would have noticed a definite lack clearness in his left arm where the Morgul blade had stabbed so long ago. He found himself somehow wishing that he would just fade, like the RIngwraiths, accept instead of continuing on as they had, he would merely fade, and then be lost to the world, and never see this life or this place again. He sighed, perhaps it was working. But if so, he wanted to know-- How much longer?
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