Prologue
Clashes of metal and the whip of arrows through the air sounded through the dungeon. I couldn't feel anything; the orcs had bled me dry. The shackles fit loosely around my wrists and ankles.I could hear the pulse of the elvish hearts that just arrived. Another heavy heart that is familiar to me, Gandalf the Grey. My old friend is here for me. The sound of faint footsteps rang in my ear.
'Help me' I think. I cannot move, I'm so close to my second death.
I heard the heavy foot falls of an orc coming closer.
"Kill the orc Legolas!" Gandalf yelled. Legolas …who is that?
"She is dead elf." The orc yelled. He ran to my side and pulled a dagger from his belt.
"No!" Legolas yelled as the dagger plunged into my stomach. It won't kill me, but it hurts like hell. My vision went back as I felt the shackles break from my wrists and a warm body lift me up and start running.