A Risk And What It Brings

The Decision of the Six

Boromir stood before the Uruks, a brave man of Gondor. He defended the two hobbits, Merry and Pippin. He had his shield, and blocked every arrow that came towards him.

When the trumpet sounded, the Uruks fled.
Legolas and Gimli found Aragorn. The trio looked for Boromir, and found him with Merry and Pippin, holding a tender spot on his arm where he had been cut.

Aragorn ran to him.
"Where are Frodo and Sam?"
"I do not know. I... I went to look for him but the little ones here were in danger, and I..."
Boromir trailed off. He tried to avoid mentioning Frodo. Mere moments ago he had grown angry with Frodo and attempted to take the Ring from him, making him flee. He had immediately regretted his decision.
Legolas suddenly turned his head towards the fleeing Uruks.
"The hobbits!" said the Elf. "They have been captured!"
"We mustn't let them get far," stated Aragorn. "If these were some agents of Sauron or even Saruman, the Ring will be taken."

The six companions had gathered their gear, and began the pursuit of the Uruk Hai.
Boromir and Aragorn had to carry Pippin and Merry, as hobbits weren't as fast as most besides Gimli.
The dwarf ran, his pace far behind them.
"I'm wasted across country! We dwarves are natural sprinters!"
Within hours, they had begun to gain on them.

Frodo looked around uneasily. He was tied to the back of an Uruk Hai, and Sam was being held on the back of another.
Sam looked at Frodo and tried to give him a reassuring look, despite their situation.
An idea came to Sam. The others, if they were even around, would be looking for them.
Sam reached into his pouch. He felt around for it. His hands eventually felt what they were looking for. The Elven Rope that Lady Galadriel had gifted him when the Fellowship departed Lothlorien.
He dropped it intentionally, leaving it on the ground as the following Uruk Hai stomped over it.

"Legolas! What do your elf-eyes see?" asked Aragorn.
"The Uruks turn northeast. They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!"
"Saruman!" exclaimed Boromir in horror.

Night was soon approaching. The Fellowship had spend a day and a half pursuing their quarry, and they had entered the land of Rohan.
"We... must... stop! Breathe!" yelled Gimli, panting and wheezing.
Legolas looked at the ground, and looked back at Aragorn.
Aragorn had saw the item on the ground. He picked it up.
"Sam's rope. The hobbits must still be alive."
Merry sighed in relief with Pippin.

Night had fallen. The Uruks had decided to rest for the night, just outside the forest of Fangorn.
Frodo lay, tied up next to Samwise.
"Well, Mr Frodo," said Sam, "at least it couldn't get any worse than this."
Frodo gave his gardener an uneasy look, followed by a simple nod.
"Oh, dear Sam. Always one to see hope in the darkest of places."
Near them, the Uruks had begun a fire and were having an argument over what they should eat.
"We've had nothin but maggoty bread fer three stinkin days!"
Grishnakh, the leader of the Orc faction that accompanied them some time ago, agreed.
"We need some meats!"
"What about them? They're fresh!" exclaimed an Orc, looking at the hobbits hungrily.
"They are not for eating!" yelled Ugluk.
The Orc and the Uruk stood angrily in front of each other.
"My master needs them alive!"
"What about their legs? They don't need em!"
"Just a little taste," said Snaga, an Orc captain. He headed towards the hobbits, with a lust in his eyes.
Ugluk came up from behind and decapitated him.
Snaga fell dead.
"Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!"
Sam looked like he was about to hurl. Their captors were, to no surprise, cannibals.
The small army surrounded Snaga's body, preparing to maim him.
An Orc snuck behind Sam and Frodo, dragging them into the forest.
Sam attempted to yell out, but he was punched in the chest.
It was Grishnakh. He threw them against a tree.
"No one here to save you now!"
Suddenly Ugluk ran up behind him, and attacked.
Sam used the opportunity to cut his rope with Grishnakh's blade, and he cut Frodo loose as well.
Frodo climbed up a tree, with Sam close behind.
Ugluk grabbed Sam's foot.
He looked down.
Grishnakh lay, slain.
Ugluk yanked Sam down, and punched the hobbit down.
Frodo looked around for something to throw at the Uruk. He suddenly felt the tree move. He looked around in confusion.
Ugluk was aggressively walking towards Sam, and the tree Frodo was on walked forward in booming steps.
Ugluk looked behind.
The tree stepped on him, squishing him to his death.
The tree stretched itself and looked at Sam.
"Young Orcling," it boomed in a deep, sleepy voice.
"No, no, not an Orc!" exclaimed Frodo.
"We're hobbits! From The Shire," said Sam.
"Well, Mr tree, we-"
"Tree? I am no tree! I am an Ent. Treebeard, they call me."
Treebeard picked up Sam, putting him on his back with Frodo.
"Wh-Who's side are you on?" asked Frodo.
"I am on no side but my own. I serve only the Earth, and the forest of Fangorn itself."
Sam felt sleepy. This Treebeard creature talked slowly, and walked even slower, he thought.