No Way Out
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,173
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 5
****Ok this is really a chapter now. I know that I had a merry and pip chapter here before, but I realised that that was just basically becoming a whole deja vu thing, and it would have probably gotten really boring, really quickly, I probably would have had to spend like 3 chapters on them, and then gotten to this part, and... well you can see the problem forming cant you? My apologise to Merry and Pippin fans who wanted to see them, and liked that other chapter. I dont know if this one is actually better, but it fits in better with what I have planned with the next chapter better than Merry and Pippin do. So, this chapter, is very simaler to the Merry and Pippin chapter, except... no merry and Pippin. Once again I have to give my apologise, only this time to the fans of another character. Cant say who, cause thatll spoil the chapter before you even read it. Thisll either make the fans of that character happy, or will send them after me with torches and pitch forks, or what not. anyway, I finally give you chapter 5. (and I may actually stick with it this time!)****
Frodo lay in his dim cell, slipping in and out of his abyss. He had tried at first to keep track of how long it had been since they had taken Sam away, but had soon given up from the exhaustion, and pointlessness of it. Time dragged on, and still Frodo was as good as oblivious to what was going on around him.
The guards would come in as usual, and he would ignore them as usual. They would feed him, and give him water, and he would not react to them, nor help them in the process. Then they would leave, and he could settle back into peaceful oblivion.
Only it wasn’t peaceful. Far from it in fact. His mind kept talking to him, almost like the way Gollum’s seemed to talk to him, only his mind did not speak to him through is mouth, and it seemed mostly to be talking to the part of his mind he would, in a way, respond from. It actually be cam rather annoying after a few days time, as it prevented him from going fully into his abyss where nothing in the world mattered.
Days, or what Frodo assumed to be days, passed by, and Frodo lay in the dank dungeon, starring at the dark walls, and heeding nothing but the voice that spoke to him in his mind. He wished desperately that it would just leave him alone, and wondered why his mind would wish to keep him alive any longer, though the voice never gave him an answer to this.
It happened on a day when the voice was being rather calm and subdued, that the routine between him and the orcs was again interrupted. The two guards came in, as they usually would, only this time, for the second time since Frodo had been here, they had another figure with them.
Frodo had starred at the figure through the fog that had settled before his eyes, trying to make out who it was, but the guards moved it from his line of vision before he had a chance. He then heard several sounds: first there was a clicking sound, almost like a lock being put in place, then there was a rattling sound, followed by a whooshing, and a loud crack.
He saw the guards walk past him, muttering and chuckling, and sending glares, and sneers back into the corner they had taken the third person. This made Frodo all the more curious, for that would mean that this person would have to not be a guard. It also depressed him, and worried him all the more, for if it was in fact another of his friends, then that would mean that they were still alive, and being tortured. Frodo waited until the guards had closed the door, before closing his eyes in utter pain.
The guards were perhaps not using physical force to hurt him, but they were tearing away what little was left of his soul bit by bit. He did not think he could bare to see another of his friends in their tortured and grievous s, wh, while he was left up here to dwindle away slowly, with neither whip nor blade touching his skin, when he deserved it most of all.
He heard a rattling sound from the corner, and found himself opening his eyes again. He did not move his head, partly because he did not wish to see who it was, and partly because his muscles were still so stiff, but he listened intently to the sounds coming from the corner.
Rattling, followed by the sound of pebble scraping, before falling to the ground, as the person probably used the wall to help stand themselves up. And then the very, very, almost inaudibly sound of feet coming towards him.
Frodo felt his upper body being lifted slowly, as someone lifted him, and carefully placed his head in their lap, as Sam had done when he had been brought here. Frodo looked up towards the person whom had been brought here, but could not place them immediately.
He was disoriented, the light that hung from the ceiling cast shadows onto the other beings face, and the fog before his eyes made his vision very hazdeeddeed.
He starred blankly up at the being until his vision began to clear, and he could make out certain things. The figure was tall, that he could tell, too tall to be a hobbit, but it appeared that they had pointed ears. An elf then? They had long golden hair, that turned an odd orange sort of colour in the lamp light, and they had pale skin, that was illuminated red.
As his vision became clearer and clearer, he could pick out more defining things about the elves face: scars, blood, scratches, bruises, mars, burns. The elf had bright blue eyes, which seemed to have at last been dulled down to an odd greyish colour.
Frodo starred at those eyes for a long time, searching for something he could recognise in them. Was this perhaps Haldir? No, Haldir had pure grey eyes, and they were much colder and serious. Besides, why would they send Haldir to see me? His gaze remained locked with the others for a long time, before something happened. It happened very quickly, but it was very clear that it had happened: the elves eyes flickered to their original colour, a beautiful blue, and they shone and sparkled with happiness, and peace, and contentment, and memories, but they also held seriousness, and skill. And in that moment Frodo recognised who it was. The elf was Legolas.
**** so i guess youve figured out that i was referring to Legolas fans back at the top of this page. Sorry for any spelling mistake in here, but usually, once I get a chapter completed, Im just so happy that its done, and I can look to other things, that I dont take too much time to look it over and check it. Ok now on to more important things. For those of you who like this story, listen up, or this story wont be going anywhere anytime soon! I think I know what Im going to do with the next chapter, or maybe even the next two, but, after that, my mind has drawn a complete and total blank. Ive been trying to think of any ideas that might work, but they all seem kind of stupid and lame. So. What I need from you guys, if any of you out there care, is your ideas on how youd like to see this story go. What do you want to see happen, do you want Frodo to be tortured to death, or whatever, or do you want him to save the day, speak up now, tell me how you want this done, and Ill try to make the story go with whichever one I like best. The decision is yours. If you don't tell me what youd like, I have three options:
1) I can leave the story at a stand still for all eternity, never to be updated again.
2) I can try one of my own futile attempts at continuing the story, and then (most likely) hate it, and end up deleting the chapter to try again.
3) I can simply delete the story now.
But it will most likely be either 1 or 3 that I go with, I do not wish to torture people with any more of my futile attempts than necessary. You can tell me by either:
1) reviewing
2) emailing me
Well, Ive gone on, and on, and on, and on long enough. I think that my little rants at the beginning and end of the chapter are actually longer then the chapter its self (and that may or may not be a good thing) so I guess I better stop here. Until next time.****
Frodo lay in his dim cell, slipping in and out of his abyss. He had tried at first to keep track of how long it had been since they had taken Sam away, but had soon given up from the exhaustion, and pointlessness of it. Time dragged on, and still Frodo was as good as oblivious to what was going on around him.
The guards would come in as usual, and he would ignore them as usual. They would feed him, and give him water, and he would not react to them, nor help them in the process. Then they would leave, and he could settle back into peaceful oblivion.
Only it wasn’t peaceful. Far from it in fact. His mind kept talking to him, almost like the way Gollum’s seemed to talk to him, only his mind did not speak to him through is mouth, and it seemed mostly to be talking to the part of his mind he would, in a way, respond from. It actually be cam rather annoying after a few days time, as it prevented him from going fully into his abyss where nothing in the world mattered.
Days, or what Frodo assumed to be days, passed by, and Frodo lay in the dank dungeon, starring at the dark walls, and heeding nothing but the voice that spoke to him in his mind. He wished desperately that it would just leave him alone, and wondered why his mind would wish to keep him alive any longer, though the voice never gave him an answer to this.
It happened on a day when the voice was being rather calm and subdued, that the routine between him and the orcs was again interrupted. The two guards came in, as they usually would, only this time, for the second time since Frodo had been here, they had another figure with them.
Frodo had starred at the figure through the fog that had settled before his eyes, trying to make out who it was, but the guards moved it from his line of vision before he had a chance. He then heard several sounds: first there was a clicking sound, almost like a lock being put in place, then there was a rattling sound, followed by a whooshing, and a loud crack.
He saw the guards walk past him, muttering and chuckling, and sending glares, and sneers back into the corner they had taken the third person. This made Frodo all the more curious, for that would mean that this person would have to not be a guard. It also depressed him, and worried him all the more, for if it was in fact another of his friends, then that would mean that they were still alive, and being tortured. Frodo waited until the guards had closed the door, before closing his eyes in utter pain.
The guards were perhaps not using physical force to hurt him, but they were tearing away what little was left of his soul bit by bit. He did not think he could bare to see another of his friends in their tortured and grievous s, wh, while he was left up here to dwindle away slowly, with neither whip nor blade touching his skin, when he deserved it most of all.
He heard a rattling sound from the corner, and found himself opening his eyes again. He did not move his head, partly because he did not wish to see who it was, and partly because his muscles were still so stiff, but he listened intently to the sounds coming from the corner.
Rattling, followed by the sound of pebble scraping, before falling to the ground, as the person probably used the wall to help stand themselves up. And then the very, very, almost inaudibly sound of feet coming towards him.
Frodo felt his upper body being lifted slowly, as someone lifted him, and carefully placed his head in their lap, as Sam had done when he had been brought here. Frodo looked up towards the person whom had been brought here, but could not place them immediately.
He was disoriented, the light that hung from the ceiling cast shadows onto the other beings face, and the fog before his eyes made his vision very hazdeeddeed.
He starred blankly up at the being until his vision began to clear, and he could make out certain things. The figure was tall, that he could tell, too tall to be a hobbit, but it appeared that they had pointed ears. An elf then? They had long golden hair, that turned an odd orange sort of colour in the lamp light, and they had pale skin, that was illuminated red.
As his vision became clearer and clearer, he could pick out more defining things about the elves face: scars, blood, scratches, bruises, mars, burns. The elf had bright blue eyes, which seemed to have at last been dulled down to an odd greyish colour.
Frodo starred at those eyes for a long time, searching for something he could recognise in them. Was this perhaps Haldir? No, Haldir had pure grey eyes, and they were much colder and serious. Besides, why would they send Haldir to see me? His gaze remained locked with the others for a long time, before something happened. It happened very quickly, but it was very clear that it had happened: the elves eyes flickered to their original colour, a beautiful blue, and they shone and sparkled with happiness, and peace, and contentment, and memories, but they also held seriousness, and skill. And in that moment Frodo recognised who it was. The elf was Legolas.
**** so i guess youve figured out that i was referring to Legolas fans back at the top of this page. Sorry for any spelling mistake in here, but usually, once I get a chapter completed, Im just so happy that its done, and I can look to other things, that I dont take too much time to look it over and check it. Ok now on to more important things. For those of you who like this story, listen up, or this story wont be going anywhere anytime soon! I think I know what Im going to do with the next chapter, or maybe even the next two, but, after that, my mind has drawn a complete and total blank. Ive been trying to think of any ideas that might work, but they all seem kind of stupid and lame. So. What I need from you guys, if any of you out there care, is your ideas on how youd like to see this story go. What do you want to see happen, do you want Frodo to be tortured to death, or whatever, or do you want him to save the day, speak up now, tell me how you want this done, and Ill try to make the story go with whichever one I like best. The decision is yours. If you don't tell me what youd like, I have three options:
1) I can leave the story at a stand still for all eternity, never to be updated again.
2) I can try one of my own futile attempts at continuing the story, and then (most likely) hate it, and end up deleting the chapter to try again.
3) I can simply delete the story now.
But it will most likely be either 1 or 3 that I go with, I do not wish to torture people with any more of my futile attempts than necessary. You can tell me by either:
1) reviewing
2) emailing me
Well, Ive gone on, and on, and on, and on long enough. I think that my little rants at the beginning and end of the chapter are actually longer then the chapter its self (and that may or may not be a good thing) so I guess I better stop here. Until next time.****