Note: I'm going to go back and edit some of the story so that it's more…canon, I guess. To let you know one of the changes so you're not confused, Arianna will not be Galadriel's niece, just her…charge? I'm only planning on making slight changes here and there, so don't worry the entire plot isn't changing…as far as I can tell. Anywho; sorry about the wait. And I hope none of you are too angry with me right now. I know exactly how frustrating it is to have to wait for an author to decide to update. So I'm really sorry guys. Hope you like this!
Chapter 8
One and one-half weeks later:
Her head was throbbing. 'I seem to have a knack for getting into these kinds of situations.' Noticing that repeatedly opening and closing her eyes was not doing anything to clear her blurry vision, she closed her eyes and gently shook her head from side to side. With her vision no longer clouded, she took in her surroundings. Quirking an eyebrow, she surveyed the tiny room in which she was shackled to a wall. 'This is not Isengard. I did not think a place could be darker that that horrible dungeon. I was mistaken.' Shifting to move to her feet, she was surprised to find that not only could she not stand, but even if she could have, the ceiling to begin with was barely inches from her head. The sound of a rattling chain outside the door drew her from her musings. A horrible stench filled the air. The only noise giving any clue to the creature on the other side of the door was the snarl she heard before said creature apparently leapt at the sturdy door. She let out a sigh of relief when she heard the beast yelp as that door refused to budge. 'I never thought I would be glad to have my prison door not open.'
She drowned out the cackling laughter of her guards and slowly leaned her head back against the grimy wall. She felt the hairs on the back of the next spring up as something began trekking up her bare arm. With her arms behind her back, she could not see what in fact the creature was, but she could speculate. 'On any other day, creeping, crawling creatures would not disturb me, but this is not helping me stay calm.' She took two deep breaths in an attempt to steady her heartbeat, but the instant the large, hairy legged creature touched the back of her neck, she panicked. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the spider moved slowly along the collar of her tattered clothing. Forcing herself to not make a noise she tried to think of anything except the present. That attempt was made in vain as she felt the spider begin to creep under the thin cloth covering her. With slow movements so as to not anger the fanged creature, she tried moving her arms as much as possible. 'This hurts. They know how to shackle you so that you can barely move. Why did I have to be chained up by the competent ones?' she screamed in her head. Feeling the course metal cut into the flesh of her arms, she bit her lip to strangle any noise. She couldn't help but bite through part of her lip, when pain shot through her body as her shoulder was dislocated. The spider stopped and tensed. Knowing that the spider would strike, Arianna shifted slightly while leaning forward. She tightly shut her eyes and slammed her body back into the wall. Her strangely cry never left her mouth. Her body shuddered feeling the squished creature on her clothing and skin. After a few moments, she tasted the blood coming from her lip. 'I really want to go home now. Someone…please…come find me,' she thought as her body began to tremble and silent sobs racked her body.
I know, I know, it's short. I'm sorry about the length, but this needs to be separate from the next part. I'm going to try to get the next…hopefully long chapter up sometime tomorrow evening.
I got the willy's just writing this and I'm not really afraid of spiders.
Any thoughts? Complaints? Well wishes? Parka's? Whining is allowed. I don't think I'd like flames, but I can't really stop you. Just leave something constructive if you must and I will take it into consideration.