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Recaptured!: 48. Promises

Pippin was barely conscious as the big orc carried him to
the tiny cell-like room and dropped him on the floor. His hands were no longer
tied as the orcs had cut through the cords to tear his clothes off, but the
rope was still round his neck and Smagnu tied the lead to the leg of his bed.
The big orc then bent over to look at him. The little creature's nose was
bleeding and he was badly bruised all over but especially on his buttocks and
thighs.



The Uruk poked at it with his boot to see if it would move,
but there was no reaction except that it was shivering, so he took a blanket
from the other bed, which happened to belong to Grutfley, and wrapped the imp
up in it. He frowned, not too sure what to do next.



Smagnu had never looked after anything before, certainly not
anything as flimsy as this appeared to be. Admittedly when they had first had
it, it had seemed impervious to everything they did to it, but now it had obviously
been hurt quite badly.



He went to his ration bag and pulled out some bread and then
found a chipped saucer on the shelf. He broke the stale bread into small pieces
and soaked them in liquor from his flask and put the saucer on the floor next
to Pippin.



He pulled the creature up into a sitting position and shook
it until it blearily opened its eyes. Taking a piece of the whisky soaked bread
in his big fingers, the Uruk fed it to Pippin, who ate it obediently, too much
in shock to protest.



Smagnu fed it most of the bread and a small dose from his
precious opium bottle. He left it curled up on the floor in the blanket and
went in search of his own dinner.



****



'PIPPIN! PIPPIN! HEAR ME TALK!'



'merr…?'



'PIPPIN!'



'merry… oh merr… you back… i here merr…!'



'Pip… where you go be?



'on floor… think am… in room… not big'



'you all right?'



'orcs hurted on me… stop now… most dizzy i…'



'what happed, pip? can you go tell?'



'not know… not go say….oh merr…it too…too…' Pippin
stopped – overcome by wrenching sobs, his body and mind pulsating with the
agony of his terror, hurt and relief as the numbing shock started to wear off
and he realised his death sentence had at least been postponed.



'not cry pip… my poor pip… feel hug…'



'do feel merr…'



Merry did not fire any more questions at the sad, quivering
little consciousness, but held him close in his mind, stroking and comforting
as if they were physically together.



'…'s'right pip – go cry – i stay you…'



'sorry cry… too scared… orcs too big i… ' more
hiccuping sobs.



'… you in room… go safe now?'



'…not know… big orc… one b'fore… taked i way… othrer orcs
hurted i… they go be cross… they go… they get i 'gain… not stop!… merr!…not… '



'not think pip… feel hand – feel hug…say me things else
you want.'



'please…want go home…'



'oh pip… want go home too'



'take me go home merr…'



'will pip…got find you…'



'promsis…'



'promsis try hard… try find you…'



'so lost i …not find you…merr…please help i…'



'think i of way pip, not evrer give up …'



'merr…want you so much…not want die…'



'you stay 'live pip… promsis me not die… i find you…'



'i stay 'live – promsis you merr…promsis…'



'…big orc …keep you safe think?'



'….give bread – give hot orc drink …bit poppy juice
give…make i go dizzy more…'



'did eat 'nuff bread? you go hungrery?'



'bit… not think… some bread lefted…'



'you go eat all pip… keep you good..'



'eat now merr…'



'if can – go eat pip…'



Pippin picked the saucer from the floor and ate the rest of
the bread with his fingers. Although he didn't much like the taste of the orc
liquor, he drank the residue off the saucer and then licked it clean.



'all gone… merr…hic!…scuse …hic!'



'how you get hics in you head pip?'



'not know… s'funny… hic!'



'pip… good you go laugh…'



'merrhhy! hic! big orcsh comesh'



'pip you go drunked?'



's'orc drinksh – big taste – hic!'



'what big orc do?'



'give i watrer s'drink…'



'you drink good pip…'



"Merry! Can you hear me?'



'legolashh! i go – hic! – hearded you!'



'Hello my Pippin, are you high again?'



'no – drunked…'



"Oh sweet Pippin! Are you all right little one?'



'yesshh…hic!… i good…'



'Merry must come away now. He has been with you too long.
He can come back later.'



'…sorry legolas, you go good now?'



'Yes Merry, thanks to you. Now say goodbye to Pippin for
a while.'



'bye pip, you want i, you shout i…'



'bye merr…hic! i alwaysh wantssh you…'



****



"Merry?" Legolas was holding his face, but Gandalf
was calling him. "What happened? Is Pippin all right?"



"He's all right. A big orc, I think the one that was
with him before, took him away from the others." Merry was almost
surprised to find his face wet with tears. He felt so happy now that Pippin was
alive. "He's keeping him safe. We have to go and find him now."



"Merry, nothing has changed in that respect."
Gandalf was reluctant to spoil Merry's happiness but he had to be realistic.
"We still can't go into Mordor to get Pippin. Not yet anyway."



"Oh… no, well… I just thought…" Merry remembered
he had made a promise, but he could not tell Gandalf that. "If there was a
chance… or something…"



"Yes of course." The wizard agreed. "I am as
relieved as you that Pippin is alive, we all are, and you did a wonderful thing
in bringing Legolas back, truly. Now you had better get some sleep, it's
morning already and you have had a very long night. We leave for Minas Tirith
soon, so rest while you can."



****



Merry lay down but he could not sleep, his mind was spinning
trying to think of a way he could keep his promise to find Pippin.



Pippin was in Mordor and Gandalf was taking him to Minas
Tirith. Perhaps King Théoden's men were riding towards Mordor, but that was no
help, he could not go with them. Maybe Legolas would know what he should do –
well at the very least he could talk to him about it.



Merry hurriedly dressed himself in his new battle clothes
and fastened his sword in place and took his little buckler on his arm. Then he
collected together his few meagre possessions so that he would be ready to ride
with Gandalf and went to find the elf.



He had only gone a few steps when he realised that it was
futile on his own – he couldn't find anyone in the camp, let alone Pippin in
Barad-dûr. Merry stood still and called Legolas in his mind.



'legolas? where you?'



'What's wrong Merry?'



'nothing, just want go talk you'



"Well talk to me then." Legolas came up behind him
and took him by the hand.



"Where are you going to go when they all leave?"



"I was going to ride with Aragorn, but that was before
the confrontation with Sauron." Legolas shuddered a little at the memory.
He was still not completely recovered. "Now Gimli and I are to travel to
Minas Tirith with you and Gandalf."



"And where is Aragorn going?"



"Elrond has sent him council." Legolas explained,
"he is determined to ride the Paths of the Dead."



"What are the Paths of the Dead?" Merry asked in
wonder.



"It is said that Dead Men out of the Dark Years guard
the way and will suffer no living man to come to their hidden halls; but at
whiles they may themselves be seen passing out of the door like shadows. But
the Dead seldom come forth and only in times of great unquiet and coming
death."



"Then why would Strider go that way? asked Merry.
"Do you know anything that would explain it?"



"He says it is his destiny and his heritage and that
haste is needed." Legolas said simply.



"Legolas there is something I have to do." Merry
began awkwardly, "but I don't know how to do it."



"What is that, little one?" Legolas took Merry's
hand and started to walk with him. "Can I help?"



"I don't know." Merry was glad to be outside with
the breeze and early morning sun on his face. "I made a promise to Pippin.
Maybe I shouldn't have, but I didn't know what else to do."



"What did you promise?" Legolas had a feeling he
knew what was coming.



"I promised I would try and find him."



They walked together in silence for a while, passing the
mustering men and horses of the Rohirrim and the people gathering to say
farewell, to the furthest point the elf thought it safe to go, where they found
a small clump of trees. Legolas sat down against one as he guided the little
hobbit to sit opposite him. The elf always found a need to be amongst trees in
times of anxiety or stress; he found them restorative and healing.



"That was a big promise to make Merry," Legolas
finally said. "Although I do understand why you made it."



"Then can you think of a way I can keep it?" Merry
asked in desperation. "If I were not blind I would set off on foot right
now. But how can I find Pip if I can't see."



"Your heart is most noble Merry and I am touched by
your plight." Legolas took his hand in two of his and lifted it up to kiss
it lightly. "Your promise was well made and sincere. But I don't think
there is anything you can do just now."



"But I have to try… Pip made a promise too." Merry
held tightly to Legolas's hands. "He promised me he would stay alive until
I came."



"…and I'm sure he will." Legolas agreed. "But
you will both have to wait and see where your fortunes guide you for the
moment. Be ready to make the most of any opportunity."



"Yes b-but…"



"But, Merry the most important thing is that you remain
steadfast and true to each other and I know you will both do that." Legolas
stood up drawing the little hobbit up with him." Come now, Gandalf will be
waiting."



"Legolas, do you think Pippin will…"



A sudden whistling noise of the kind an arrow makes skimmed
through the air by Merry's face, followed by a dull thunk.



"Aahhhh!" Legolas cried out and his hand left
Merry's.



"Legolas! Legolas! What happ…" Merry's voice was
cut short as a large hand went over his mouth. He tried to bite but the hand
was rough and callused and he could make no impression on it. He struggled, but
large arms held him tightly. The arms pulled his buckler away and he heard it
clatter onto some stones and his sword soon joined it. Then he was lifted up
off the ground and carried away.



As Merry was dumped back down on the grass again, the hand
was replaced by a vicious gag that nearly choked him and his hands were bound
tightly before him. Once more he was lifted up, onto a horse this time. He felt
a large man climb up behind him. The man kept a tight hold on the little
hobbit, as he spurred the horse away.



Merry tried to call to Legolas in his mind, but the elf must
be unconscious. Not dead – no he couldn't be dead, Merry felt certain now that
he would feel it. Just sleeping – the arrow – he was wounded, he would be all
right.



Why would someone kidnap him? What would anyone want with a
useless, blind hobbit?



As the horse raced along, Merry had another desperate but
hopeful thought "Could he be heading for Mordor?"



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Stories: 15
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Story Information

Author: Llinos

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: 3rd Age - Ring War

Genre: Action

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 03/23/07

Original Post: 06/26/02

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Chapter List

1. A Twist in the Tale

2. Hobbit Hurling

3. Merry Yule and Orange Pips

4. A Palantír Is Not A Toy

5. Rescue

6. King Théoden

7. Pippin

8. Merry

9. Gandalf

10. Legolas

11. The Council

12. Interlude

13. The Road To Edoras

14. Poppy Paste

15. Attack!

16. All In Pippin's Mind

17. Merry Gets Sad

18. Pippin Gets High

19. A Sulky Hobbit

20. Poor Merry

21. Fever

22. Don't Let Me Go!

23. Bitter and Sweet

24. The Trial

25. Crime and Punishment

26. The Show

27. Drums of War

28. Rumblings

29. Searching

30. Converging

31. Betrayal

32. Aftermath

33. Wraithride

34. Lessons

35. Stigmata

36. Decisions

37. Ménage à trois

38. Misunderstandings

39. Visions

40. Remembering

41. Summoned

42. The Plan

43. Confrontation

44. Questions

45. Goodbye

46. Gone

47. Recovery

48. Promises

49. Friends and Strangers

50. Knots and Plots

51. Hide The Hobbit

52. Lost and Found

53. Promises and Threats

54. Blood and Water

55. Dead or Alive

56. Sad and Lonely

57. Hide and Seek

58. Near and Far

59. Touch and Go

60. Questions and Answers

61. Rough and Tumble

62. Beyond Help

63. Planning and Scheming

64. Requiescat

65. Echoes

66. Bribery and Corruption

67. Quo Vadis?

68. Friend or Foe

69. Terra Incognita

70. Caveat

71. Déjà vu

72. Truth and Lies

73. Catching Up

74. frodosam

75. Partings and Meetings

76. Gollum and Co

77. Shelob's Revenge

78. Rendezvous

79. Quartet

80. Needing Help

81. Perilous Paths

82. It's Magnic!

83. Ambush

84. Many Meetings

85. Telling the Tale

86. Love in a Shirt

87. News Fair and Foul

88. Rejoined

89. Minas Tirith

90. Honours

91. Bonding

92. Trusting to Luck

93. Conversations

94. Dangerous Thoughts

95. No Escape

96. No Surrender

97. Coup de gras

98. Requiescat In Pace

99. Feelings

100. Dead or Alive

101. Tales and Toil

102. Boromir The Brave

103. Calon Lân - (A Pure Heart)

104. In Dreams

105. The Last Debate

106. Battle Plans

107. Hey Ho To the Battle I Go!

108. Getting There

109. Who Wants To Play?