"Pick him up we are leaving," Aragorn heard one Orc say.

Before any Orc could even touch him, Aragorn opened his eyes very slightly so he could see who was in front of him. An Orc as he had thought. With all the energy he had left, Aragorn thrust his legs up like a spring and kicked the Orc away with all his force. The Orc went flying back and knocked into another one.

"It's a trick!" Aragorn heard one Orc yell, but he didn't look back to see who it was.

He was already up and running for his life. He had done what he had done on purpose. It was a trick. Whatever the black liquid was, it hadn't set in yet.

"GET HIM, YOU FOOLS!" Aragorn heard another scream from behind him, probably from the leader Orc.

Ahead of Aragorn he saw a single Orc blocking his way. He didn't dare turn around because he knew most of the Orc pack was behind him. Thinking quickly, he reached into his satchel bag and grabbed one of the apples that he had packed. With all the strength in his good arm, he brought it back and threw it at the face of the Orc in his way.

Perfect shot!

The apple smacked into the Orcs face hard making him stumble back, although he did not fall as Aragorn had hoped. As he ran past him, the Orc grabbed Aragorn's arm. He was yanked back by some force. He tried wriggling his arm free, but couldn't.

"Got you, you rat!" the Orc snarled into Aragorn's face.

Nope.

Aragorn turned away from the Orc and then without thinking through what he was about to do, he did it. He punched the Orc in the face with such force from his broken arm that it made him scream in pain. But it did the trick. The Orc let go and stumbled to the ground. Aragorn however did the same.

Pain shot all the way up to his shoulder. He hadn't hit anything so hard in this life. And the pain was worse with his already broken arm. Aragorn moaned in pain as he stood up again. His left arm was dangling at his side like a piece of rope. He clutched it in his other arm to hopefully lighten the pain some.

I have to keep going.

Aragorn ducked out of the way just as another Orc was about to grab him by the shirt. He turned and ran with all his might even though things were starting to turn black. He wasn't sure if things were starting to turn black because he was about to faint from the pain or because of the black mystery water.

Maybe both.

He ran and ran not once looking back. The forest was getting closer to him as he ran faster and faster. But he was also getting out of breath fast and his mouth was still burning and numb. The one time he looked back was the one time he shouldn't have.

As Aragorn looked back for the first time since the chase, he plummeted face first into a pit that was in front of him. It wasn't just any pit, but a mud pit. He rolled down the small hill getting covered by the mud that was all over the place.

Once he reached the bottom, his whole body including his hair and face were covered in the goopy mud. He wiped the mud out of his eyes and spat it out of his mouth. Then he looked up and saw the Orcs all pointing at him from above.

"Get down there!" the leader Orc screamed to his pack.

The Orcs started running down the hill slipping as they went. Aragorn turned to run through the rest of the mud pit, but his feet were stuck. He had stood in the mud for too long. It went up to his ankles and his boots where 99.9% stuck in the mud.

Aragorn looked frantically back at the Orcs coming and then down at his shoes. He bent down and tried pulling his boots out of the mud, but they wouldn't budge. The only thing he could do was leave his boots and go barefoot. So that's what he did.

As he watched the Orcs that were dangerously close to him now, he pulled his feet out of his boots. Thankfully his feet came out easily. After both of them were out, he turned towards the woods again and started sloshing as fast as possible through the mud pit.

"Don't let him get away!" Aragorn heard the Orcs shouting from behind him.

He reached the hill of the pit out and started climbing. It wasn't easy since the mud was slick and slippery. Finally he got out of the pit still dripping in mud. He looked at the Orcs behind him and almost laughed as they were all fighting each other and trying to get there selves unstuck from the mud.

Aragorn turned back to the woods again and for once he felt he was safe to walk. A sudden sleepiness washed over him. He knew he hadn't slept in over a day, but it had come over him so suddenly. He stumbled and grabbed a nearby tree to steady himself.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the Lorien woods. The woods made him feel suddenly nervous and uncomfortable. Aragorn wasn't quite sure even where he was going, but in his head he could hear voices. Possibly from an Elf, was the only thing he could think of.

"He is here," the voices were barley a whisper, "Send Haldir," it was a girl's voice.

Aragorn recognized that name, but suddenly second guessed himself.

Had he heard voices? Or was it his mind tricking him?

There was something very strange and different about that forest. Aragorn walked slowly making sure he looked all around him for any sudden threat or danger. As he walked, he tried wiping the mud off of his face and hair. Surely nobody would recognize him if he were covered in mud.

After about an hour of Aragorn tiredly stumbling through the woods, finally something happened. Although he was suddenly scared at what was happening. His mind had gone blank and he was for sure that the black liquid was doing whatever it was supposed to do.

About twenty Elves surrounded him all with their pointy arrows pointed straight at Aragorn.