And now, I'm an Elf

I awoke in an odd position. My hands were bound, and I was bouncing up and down. My neck hurt from being at an odd angle all night. It also smelled bad. Really bad.
I was on the back of a running Uruk-hai.
The band of Uruks stopped. A bunch of orcs, small compared to the Uruk-hai, stepped out from behind a rock.
"The master grows impatient!" Said the one in the front. "He wants the shire rats NOW!"
"He'll have his prize." Said an Uruk. "Tell him to wait a little longer."
The Orc gnarled his black teeth. Soon, the Uruks were running again. Bumping and bouncing me along with them. It was incredibly uncomfy. My legs were stiff and my shoulders were sore.
I struggled to get into a better position, which was a lot more difficult than it looks.
"The she-elf is awake." Hissed one of the Uruks.
"You think I didn't notice?" Replied the one bearing me.
"I wonder if lord Saruman will let us eat her?" The first Uruk wondered aloud. I looked away. My stomach did a backflip. My heart rate got much faster.
"Well, you'll have to be patient and see, Shaggard."
The Uruk called Shaggard snarled.
"Merry," I heard Pippin say from somewhere to my right. "Wake up! Merry!"
Oh no, Pip! Don't do it!
"Please! My friend is sick! He needs water!" He begged one of the Uruk-hai.
"Wait, Pippin-" I said, but too late.
"Sick, is he? Well give him some medicine, boys!" The Uruks shrieked as they shoved the Orc draught down Merry's throat. I know from the book that it burned his throat and tongue. Merry coughed and sputtered and it went down his face and neck.
"STOP!" Pippin and I shouted together.
"You want some?" Snarled the Uruk. Pippin didn't answer. "Then keep your mouth shut!"
Merry stirred and looked our direction. "I'm okay, Pip." He said.
"What?"
"It was just and act!"
"An act?" Whispered Pippin.
"See? Fooled you too." Merry replied with a grin. Then his expression grew grim. "Don't worry about me, Pip." He looked over at me. "You too, Manwathiel."
I nodded.
'Ugh! When are they going to notice they're being followed?' I thought, starting to cramp from this weird position.
One Uruk stopped.
"What is it? What do you smell?" Asked another.
"Man-flesh."
"They've picked up our track!" Yelled the other. "Pick up the pace!!!"
"Aragorn" Pippin whispered. He looked very exited. Just then, he ripped the Lothlorien brooch from his neck with his teeth and spat it on the ground.
"Pip," I gasped. "That's brilliant! The others will find us now!"
Pippin didn't look so sure. "Will they?"
"Of course! Did you just not want that brooch anymore?" I said, sarcastically. "Have hope, Pippin."
Then the Uruks really started running. I was bobbing up and down like crazy! At one point I thought they'd stop for a rest, but false alarm, they just drank more Orc-draught.
We continued on like this for a while before night fell and the Uruks threw us on the ground. By now I got used to that dizzy feeling and was more prepared for the transition.