No Way Out
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,667
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
***wasnt sure how to mark this story off as nothing really bad or anything has happened in it so far, but may in later chapters. Theres nothing really to say about this story, I was bored, nothing to do, listening to the song next time, and I just got the idea for this. The ideas perhaps not original, but hey, its not my fault if i wasn't the first one to right this type of fanfic. So anyway, this is just Frodo, locked away in his tower, in his thoughts it kind of tells you what happened to the rest of the fwshiwship... though I should think it kind of obvious, I mean Saurons taken over Middle-earth, what could you expect? ok Im done talking for now, so now I guess its time for the first chapter***
Frodo huddled in the corner farthest from the door: all was lost, there was no hope left. The Ringwraiths had overcome him and Sam, and now there was nothing but darkness... darkness, and death. He had remembered his terror when the Ringwraiths captured them: they had taken Sam away from him, and he had been presented to Sauron, who had laughed at him, the Ring on his newly made finger, glowing like a band of fire. Then he had been brought here, though he was not sure where here was. He knew that it was a tower by the number of stares he had been forced to climb, but he did not know where, or what lay outside, for he had been blindfolded when he was brought here, to his prison.
He had begun to understand some of the black speech during his capture, though not much, and the orcs often conversed in regular speech as their tongues differed and they could not often understand each other, and through them, when they talked to each other in front of him, or when they taunted him, he had learned the fate of the others. Aragorn, Faramir, and Eomore, who was apparently the king of Rohan, had all been killed trying to fight off the darkness that Sauron was covering the earth with. Many of the remaining elves had died in battle, or been captured, and the rest managed to escape over seas. Legolas was not as fortunate, and was now being held a prisoner down in some bleak dungeon with the rest of the fellowship, as well as many hobbits, and dwarves. Well, not all the fellowship. Sauron was able to control Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel. The other Ring bearers. He could now use the one Ring to see their minds and use their powers to help cover the world in darkness.
There was a clis ths the door was unlocked, and a loud clang as a dirty metal dish hit the stone floor. They had brought him food, or at least something that was supposed to represent food. The door clanged shut again, and he heard a “snick” as the door was locked again. He turned away from the food, even if it had looked like a substance he could digest, he would not have been able to eat, for if he tried he knew he would be sick.
He had been sick several times since he had been brought here, and repeatedly beaten for it, though no worse fate had yet befallen him. This puzzled him, as he had expected to be killed, if not tortured to madness, and eventually death, but nothing worse than a whip, or an orc hand had touched his flesh, which was perhaps a worse fate. He heard them. Everyday he heard them. They replaced the cocks crow in the morning, and the owls soft hoot at night. Screams. Horrible screams, full of torture, and pain, and desperation. The first time he had heard them, he though he might go mad from the mere sound of them, for they never ended... they just went on and on... the orcs had laughed at his horrid state, and then they had whispered to each other, and one had disappeared. Then a few minutes later, the shrieks, and sobs grew louder, and more painful, until at last they died away, the owner of the voice to tired to carry oy loy longer.
Frodo had cursed himself for causing whoever it was more pain, and had made himself act as though it didn’t bother him from then on, though this tortured him inside even more, and whenever the orcs were not around, he would usually find himself weeping.
He realised his legs were cramping up from being crouched in that position for so long, and, against his preference, he stood up. His legs were sore, and trembled slightly under his weight, since coming hhe hhe had hardly moved at all, and when he did, he usually crawled, not wishing to stand. He started walking slow circles around his small prison, occasionally stumbling on unseen cracks in the floor. How he longed for grass, and dirt under his feet. And light. The only light he got was from a tiny red lamp hanging from the ceiling, and from outside when the orcs opened the door.
Frodo wondered why the orcs used those small red lamps. *easier on the eyes* he thought, not really caring, and began making larger circles, revealing to him just how small his prison actually was. There had been a window there once perhaps, but now there was nothing but stone. He thought he noticed a change in the colour and shape of the stones in the wall, and assumed that was where a window had once been, though he could not figure out why there would be a window in a tower of Saurons that was used for nothing more than prisoners.
***ok if you think that was any good, and would like to see another chapter, it would be nice if you reviewed, for then I would know whether Im writing stuff that is worth others seeing, or if its just plain and simple crap. Its rated R for now, and theres a torture warning, though i suppose theres no real tortue yet, but I was unsure what warnings to put up as theres nothing really to be warned about yet, and as for the rating, its rated R for now, but I dont know if thats gonna have to change in later chapters (if there are any). If you dont like this story, go ahead, shout scream, yell your head off at me. Im not saying ill listen, but... Oh and once again: I dont own any of the characters you recognise in this story, mean no offence to J.R.R. Tolkien, or the fans of this story, or the people who played characters in it, I am just using the characters to make a story, I make no money off of them. Did i get it all?***
***ok, for those of you who do like this story, id like to know what youd like to see in later chapters (if i make them) for i tend to screw up big time on carried on chapters, so if youd like to see torture of a particular character, rape, slash, het, whatever! let me know and ill see if i can fit it into the story, while making it make sense.***
Frodo huddled in the corner farthest from the door: all was lost, there was no hope left. The Ringwraiths had overcome him and Sam, and now there was nothing but darkness... darkness, and death. He had remembered his terror when the Ringwraiths captured them: they had taken Sam away from him, and he had been presented to Sauron, who had laughed at him, the Ring on his newly made finger, glowing like a band of fire. Then he had been brought here, though he was not sure where here was. He knew that it was a tower by the number of stares he had been forced to climb, but he did not know where, or what lay outside, for he had been blindfolded when he was brought here, to his prison.
He had begun to understand some of the black speech during his capture, though not much, and the orcs often conversed in regular speech as their tongues differed and they could not often understand each other, and through them, when they talked to each other in front of him, or when they taunted him, he had learned the fate of the others. Aragorn, Faramir, and Eomore, who was apparently the king of Rohan, had all been killed trying to fight off the darkness that Sauron was covering the earth with. Many of the remaining elves had died in battle, or been captured, and the rest managed to escape over seas. Legolas was not as fortunate, and was now being held a prisoner down in some bleak dungeon with the rest of the fellowship, as well as many hobbits, and dwarves. Well, not all the fellowship. Sauron was able to control Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel. The other Ring bearers. He could now use the one Ring to see their minds and use their powers to help cover the world in darkness.
There was a clis ths the door was unlocked, and a loud clang as a dirty metal dish hit the stone floor. They had brought him food, or at least something that was supposed to represent food. The door clanged shut again, and he heard a “snick” as the door was locked again. He turned away from the food, even if it had looked like a substance he could digest, he would not have been able to eat, for if he tried he knew he would be sick.
He had been sick several times since he had been brought here, and repeatedly beaten for it, though no worse fate had yet befallen him. This puzzled him, as he had expected to be killed, if not tortured to madness, and eventually death, but nothing worse than a whip, or an orc hand had touched his flesh, which was perhaps a worse fate. He heard them. Everyday he heard them. They replaced the cocks crow in the morning, and the owls soft hoot at night. Screams. Horrible screams, full of torture, and pain, and desperation. The first time he had heard them, he though he might go mad from the mere sound of them, for they never ended... they just went on and on... the orcs had laughed at his horrid state, and then they had whispered to each other, and one had disappeared. Then a few minutes later, the shrieks, and sobs grew louder, and more painful, until at last they died away, the owner of the voice to tired to carry oy loy longer.
Frodo had cursed himself for causing whoever it was more pain, and had made himself act as though it didn’t bother him from then on, though this tortured him inside even more, and whenever the orcs were not around, he would usually find himself weeping.
He realised his legs were cramping up from being crouched in that position for so long, and, against his preference, he stood up. His legs were sore, and trembled slightly under his weight, since coming hhe hhe had hardly moved at all, and when he did, he usually crawled, not wishing to stand. He started walking slow circles around his small prison, occasionally stumbling on unseen cracks in the floor. How he longed for grass, and dirt under his feet. And light. The only light he got was from a tiny red lamp hanging from the ceiling, and from outside when the orcs opened the door.
Frodo wondered why the orcs used those small red lamps. *easier on the eyes* he thought, not really caring, and began making larger circles, revealing to him just how small his prison actually was. There had been a window there once perhaps, but now there was nothing but stone. He thought he noticed a change in the colour and shape of the stones in the wall, and assumed that was where a window had once been, though he could not figure out why there would be a window in a tower of Saurons that was used for nothing more than prisoners.
***ok if you think that was any good, and would like to see another chapter, it would be nice if you reviewed, for then I would know whether Im writing stuff that is worth others seeing, or if its just plain and simple crap. Its rated R for now, and theres a torture warning, though i suppose theres no real tortue yet, but I was unsure what warnings to put up as theres nothing really to be warned about yet, and as for the rating, its rated R for now, but I dont know if thats gonna have to change in later chapters (if there are any). If you dont like this story, go ahead, shout scream, yell your head off at me. Im not saying ill listen, but... Oh and once again: I dont own any of the characters you recognise in this story, mean no offence to J.R.R. Tolkien, or the fans of this story, or the people who played characters in it, I am just using the characters to make a story, I make no money off of them. Did i get it all?***
***ok, for those of you who do like this story, id like to know what youd like to see in later chapters (if i make them) for i tend to screw up big time on carried on chapters, so if youd like to see torture of a particular character, rape, slash, het, whatever! let me know and ill see if i can fit it into the story, while making it make sense.***