(Pippin's P.O.V.)

"Lura?" I gasped in astonishment. "You're the one who came for me?"

"Yes, unfortunately." She said dryly. Using the keys she most likely had pillaged from the guards somehow, she unlocked my cell door.

"Don't get comfortable, Hobbit," Lura continued in a harsh manner, "thus is a one time thing."

I nodded curtly.

"I know a safe way out, follow me." She turned and walked back down the hallway, not even looking over her shoulder to see if I was following.

Hurrying on my short legs, I ran to keep up with her.

"Keep up, Hobbit," snapped Lura, "if you get captured again, I'm not coming back. I'll say you died on the journey home."

"And they would believe you..." I said.

"Yes, so I suggest you keep up," Lura replied, not looking back.

"I have a name, ya know."

"And I would rather be any other place than here, 'ya know',"

I hurried once more to keep up with the taller, leaner elf. I wanted to talk back to her, say something that would annoy Lura, but my breath was spent trying to stay close enough to her so I wouldn't loose her and get lost.

"And be silent, you don't want to get both of us caught, so you?" Lura hushed my rapid breathing.

"Are you sure the way is clear?" I asked.

"Yes, I've checked. You don't expect me to wing it, do you?" She heard my pause and then continued. "Or is that what you would do?"

"What about the other prisoners here?" I questioned her.

"What of them?" Lura answered back with a question. "We will deliver them justice if we succeed in destroying it."

"And if we fail?"

"Then this hallway will need to be much longer." Lura said darkly.

"We walked in silence, Lura leading time down hall after hall after hall.

Suddenly, Lura stiffened and she stopped.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Someone's approaching! Quick, hide!" Lura whispered, and then melted quickly into the shadows. I followed her, as I have been doing in this whole rescue mission, which is quite annoying if you ask me. But no one ever asks me-

An Uruk walked by and stopped right in front of us. I instantly quieted my thoughts, as if he could hear them. He sniffed the air, looked around, and my heart stopped. The Uruk's eyes swept the hall, and for a shaky second I thought he would find us. The Uruk's face was painted white, and his skin was a disturbing red. Never since I was captured had I been this close to an Uruk. The Uruk then shrugged and kept going.

Once he was around the corner, I breathed out a sigh of relief. "Why was his face painted white?" I asked.

"Hobbits. So many questions." Lura scolded. "His face was painted white for he works for the white wizard! Saruman."

"The white wizard? I thought he was good?"

"He was, before he was corrupted by Sauron and turned to darkness. He lives here in Isengard, biding his time, working up rack upon rack of Isengard Uruk-hai, to attack us and shake all the goodness from the world." Lura explained. "Saruman's presence, the very air around him was coated with evil, a sleepless malice that strikes in the night. I have felt it before in someone else. I do not hope to feel it again."

She continued on without a word when she was sure the Uruk had gone. I followed her. Again.

More hallways we walked down, and I began to wonder if Lura really did no the way.

"Are you lost?" I finally mustered up enough courage to ask.

"No. I know perfectly well where I'm going. We're nearly there." Lura replied.

I nodded.

"Don't panic, Hobbit."

"I'm not panicking."

"Halt, you witless worms!" A voice called from down the hallway. We spin around to see the same Uruk with three others. "Prisoner escape! Get them!"

"May I panic now?" I asked.

"You may! Run!" We ran down the last codified we had to to get our.

"The doors! Make a break for them!" Lura ran, and I ran after her, blood pumping in my veins. We just had to get to the doors...and we would be free! We would not have to go back in a cell, and they would go back to the Fellowship and carry on as if nothing had happened. We were nearly there! We were going to make it!

But then, Uruks and Orcs filled the entry way, blacking us from going any farther. A white wizard stood at the front.

"Saruman." Lura snarled. My stomach dropped.

(Lura's P.O.V.)

They blindfolded us, and marched us left and right and left and right and right and left and left and left and down corridors I had no idea even existed until even I couldn't sense my position in this dreary tower. Eventually, we were stopped and the blindfolds were taken off us.

I blinked in the sudden light.

"Tell me," Saruman smiled at me, "Why are you here, and what is your purpose?"

"I'm not telling you anything, you sorry excuse for a wizard!" I snapped.

Saruman stopped pacing to look at me. "Ah, ah, ah, I would not deem it wise to antagonize me, Miss Lura Thranduilliel."

"How do you know of me?" I asked.

"This hobbit talks in his sleep," he said simply, and I glared at Pippin before trailing my eyes back to Saruman.

"Now tell me, why are you traveling near Isengard, and what is your purpose, or I will make you tell me!"

"Your threats do not sway me."

"Well, do they NOW?" Saruman held up a hand and I felt his hand on my throat, though he was not near enough to me to do this. His invisible hand, most likely magic, lifted me up off the ground. It was choking me, and Pippin just stood there! He didn't even look at me!

"I implore you, tell me what you were doing near Isengard, or it will be the last thing you ever do."

"My brother...and I...." I choked, trying to get the hand away from my neck, "we were....traveling....for the greater good....of our....kingdom!"

"Ah, your brother," Saruman laughed. "He was a good soul."

"What do you mean, was?"

"Oh, you didn't know?" He asked with mock concern. "I hate to be the one to tell you, but...he's dead."