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Recaptured!: 49. Friends and Strangers

Pippin was still in shock from his ordeal and more than a
little befuddled with the orc whisky and poppy juice. The big orc had come back
and, seeing the saucer empty, had filled it up with water. The hobbit had
picked it up to drink but actually managed to spill most of the water on the
blanket he was wrapped in, then clumsily dropped it on the floor where it broke
into several pieces.

The big orc looked angry and Pippin could see his lips
moving quickly which usually meant he was in trouble. He curled up as small as
he could and pushed himself half under the bed, as far as the tether on his
neck allowed. The Uruk grabbed hold of the rope and pulled him out again.

The big creature picked him up under his arms and turned him
around, checking for damage as Pippin trembled with cold, hurt and fear,
wondering what was going to be done to him. Was this big orc going to kill him
slowly? Maybe cut him up and eat him – perhaps he liked cooked hobbit.

Smagnu obviously didn't think any of the injuries were worth
worrying about and just set the hobbit back down and gave him his shirt and
breeches. Pippin managed to drunkenly dress himself.

The orc pointed at the broken pieces of saucer and Pippin
painstakingly, in his befuddled state, picked up every bit, balancing the
shards one on top of the other. He put them on the floor in a neat pile and
sheepishly pushed them towards the orc and backed away again.

Looking anxiously up at his terrifying benefactor, Pippin
suddenly realised that the great Uruk was laughing. The orc bent down and
picked up the broken bits of crockery and with his other hand ruffled Pippin's
unruly curls, then patted his head.

Pippin curled up on the floor again, getting as far under
the bed as the rope permitted, dragging the soggy blanket with him. He probably
could have untied the cord but thought he was safer where he was, for the
moment anyway.


Too many thoughts and images tumbled through Merry's head as
he was dragged off the horse at the end of the terrifying ride. What had
happened to Legolas? Who had attacked them? What did they want with him? What
would Gandalf think? Would he think they had run away – absconded?

"Here it is – where's our money?" The gruff voice
came from the man holding him so tightly.

"Is it the right one? Let me see." That voice was
familiar, Merry recognised it at once. He tried to reach up to his mouth and
pull the retching gag off but the man held his arms down as soon as he moved.

"How many halflings are there round these parts?"
The gruff voice sneered.

"Ah yes, the little blind one. That's what I

"Good – then where's our pay?" Merry started
struggling violently. He did not want to be handed over to this man. "Hold
still you brat." The callused hand clouted him across the back of his

In reaction Merry stamped down hard with his heel on the
man's foot. He had already worked out the best place to aim his blow by feeling
surreptitiously with his unshod hobbit foot and hit the arch, which was almost
unprotected in soft leather. The man yelled in pain and let go his hold of the

Merry lunged forward out of reach of the restricting arms
and pulled the gag from his mouth. "What do you want with me?" He
shouted angrily. "Haven't you done enough harm?"

"Keep hold of him you idiot!" It was the voice
that Merry knew again.

The ruffian was still howling his pain, but he obviously had
a partner, as the other caught hold of Merry by the scruff of his collar and
clubbed him to the ground. The little hobbit yelped with pain but struggled to
his feet again and backed away from where he thought his kidnappers were.

But the first man was recovered by now and caught the Merry
by a fistful of hair and a great hand around his neck and shook him in temper.
"Break my bloody foot – I'll teach yer."

"That's enough – you kill him and you'll get no
pay." The familiar voice once more. "I'll give you half now and the
rest once we deliver him."

"Our deal was full payment on delivery to you."
The man kept a grip on Merry's hair but held him at arm's length to stop him

"No you must come with me and help to take this one to
Mordor." The other said, "You will be well rewarded."

"With an arrow in your back!" Merry shouted.
"What did you do to Legolas? Where is he?"

"Silence you little rat. If you mean your elf friend,
he should give us no more trouble." The rough voice laughed. "My
arrow took him in the heart not the back."

"And I will pay you back in kind!" Merry
threatened. "Or that traitor will – before he gives you money he will
betray you with knife or poison."

"Oh no little one." The voice whined. "I
never kill, so wasteful. There are better ways to use my enemies."

"You killed Legolas, or had him killed." Merry's
temper rose with indignation at the lies. "And you betrayed Pip – you
dungpile – you gave him to the Nazgûl. I will be avenged of you Wormtongue! If
I don't kill you for this day's work, someone will!"

"No, you are going to the Nazgûl, my little
friend." Wormtongue came over to Merry now and ruffled his hair in mock
benevolence. "After all a promise is a promise and the Dark Lord knows how
to reward obedience and loyalty."

All at once Merry's knees buckled and he sank to the ground,
the ruffian letting go of his hair in surprise. The little hobbit suddenly
clutched at his upper chest in agony and cried out with pain.


Pippin was trying to sleep under the Uruk's bed. He shivered
with cold.

Grutfley had come to get some rest and, seeing where his
blanket had gone, snatched it away from the sleepy hobbit with a growl. Pip had
been cold to start with and was now frozen through and through.

He crawled out and peered about in the dim light that came
through a high slit window. He thought it was daytime, but he was still very
cold and it was quite dark. These two orcs he thought must work during the
night and sleep all day.

The big orc was sleeping on the bed that he was tied to and
the bed looked quite big and roomy. It also had several warm looking blankets
on it. Pippin was never one to think things through to the end and decided that
where he needed to be was in the bed and under the blankets.

With much difficulty he managed to untie the knot on the
tether and quietly as possible crawled up onto the bed and crept beneath the
blankets, finding a warm spot against the Uruk's legs. He was very tired and
still under the influence of the whisky and opium so he fell asleep almost

Smagnu woke up shortly after Pippin had dozed off and
wondered what had disturbed him. He felt down in the bed and found something
small and warm curled up against his leg. Lifting the blanket he was completely
bemused to find the little creature had snuggled up to him and gone to sleep.

It was a unique feeling, one he had never experienced
before. Unbidden and without prompting, this little imp, that he could probably
crush with one hand, had trusted him enough to fall asleep in his bed.

The big orc shook his head as if to shake out the strange
sensation that he got from this un-looked for trust and the feelings that came
with it.

He watched the little thing for a while. It was breathing
deeply, not quite snoring, but it struck him that it was also very pleasant to
look at – delicate almost, like a female or a child. He thought perhaps that
Grutfley had been right all along and this was some kind of faerie or magical
imp that carried bewitching powers. Perhaps it was bewitching him right now.

Suddenly the little creature woke, its eyes wide and
staring. It clutched its upper chest as if in agony and scrunched its knees up
to its chin in obvious pain.

Smagnu thought that it might be seriously wounded and
realised for the first time in his existence that he actually cared whether it
lived or died. "What's wrong little thing?" He patted its hair and
gradually put a great arm round it to comfort it. "Don't die little


Legolas opened his eyes wide and clutched his upper chest in
agony. An arrow was there and the pain of it was blinding. But as he returned
to consciousness he realised that, although he was in the middle of the trees
where he and Merry had walked and that the little hobbit was gone, he still was
not alone.

'Merry? Pippin? My little ones, I'm hurting you! Don't be
in my head.'

'legolas, you go be 'live?'

'legolas, you much hurted now!'

'Yes Merry, I'm alive. Where are you?' Aaahhh! Sorry!'

'…s' all right -
aaag! s'big hurt in you lego- l-las!'

'who go h-hurt you legolas? oooww!'

'An arrow Pippin. Don’t worry little one. Try to go out
of my mind so you won't feel it.'

'can't too big hurted…'

'I'm sorry… you must try not… to' Legolas made a
supreme effort as he came to a little more and pushed both the hobbits out of
his head. He was surprised that his pain had transferred to them so easily, but
it was probably because he was unprepared.

The elf felt the wound tentatively and realised he was going
to have to walk back to the camp to get help as no one knew where he was. The
growing realisation then hit him that both hobbits had now been captured. But
who had taken Merry?

As soon as he got this arrow out and the pain had subsided
he would be able to find out. He reached up to the arrow again and broke off
the end, leaving just the point and about two inches of shaft. He could feel it
was not too serious and that nothing vital was damaged – it was just very

He began to limp slowly back when he realised that he must
not wait until the arrow was removed to find out who had stolen Merry away.
Anything might happen in the meantime. He sat down on the grass again and called
to the hobbit.

'Merry, Merry can you hear me?'

'legolas? can hear – you still hurted i feel… you get
strider fix?'

'Merry just tell me – who has taken you away? Where are

'not know where – who is worm – worm too big name – gave
my pip to wraith…'

'Grima Wormtongue! Why has he taken you?'

'give i to wraith – legolas! p'raps i go get pip now…'

'Merry you must try to get away – we will send someone
after you. Do you understand? Try to leave some kind of trail.'

'trail – i do legolas – you go hurted now! aaahh! 'gain…
you go bettrer soon…'

'Soon Merry – don't worry. We'll find you."

'and i find pip…'

Legolas could feel the pain welling up again and broke the
contact before it radiated into Merry. But as the elf made his way back to the
camp he couldn't help worrying about the little hobbit's last comment. 'i
find pip.'

It was he who had told Merry to make the most of any
opportunities that came his way and now he wondered if that had been the best

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Last Update: 03 Apr 05
Stories: 15
Type: Workshop/Group List
Created By: Marta's Playlists

Stories I have read and liked, dealing primarily with interactions between members of the Fellowship.

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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?