The rain pounded the ground, soaking into the soil. Lightning and thunder filled the air. The ground shook from the pounding of feet of man and beast. Arrows soared through the trees aimed at a young Elf girl. She was on horseback fleeing from these creatures, creatures that are known as Orcs. Upon a peach colored horse, she rode gripping tight to his white mane. She was clad in a dark green tunic over slate colored leggings. She also had a Elven short sword at her side. Knee high black boots and gloves she bore and her hair was pulled back with a rope. She looked like an escaped prisoner, fleeing from her captors. She was scared, but she continued on for she knew what would happen if she was taken prisoner. She would never see the light of day again and be submitted to any torture the Orcs wished of her. She urged the beast to run faster as she cleared the forest. Not only were an army of Orcs on her back but also now a few Nazgul were headed straight for her from the north. Either way that she went, capture was imminent.

"Give up to us, She-Elf. Escape is impossible. The Wraiths at your face and us at your back, where would you turn to escape all of us?" an Orc, by the name of Jurik, spoke.

"What do you want a mere She-Elf like me? My kind will come and reinforce me," the Elf stated.

"We have orders from Lord Saruman, to retrieve an Elf traveling these woods," Jurik snapped back.

"I am not afraid of anything in this world, for I have seen and suffered so much more in my past. If you want to claim me, charge me!" The girl snapped without thinking of what could happen.

Jurik and some of the Orcs charged her. The She-Elf pulled her Elven blade out and charged them on her horse. Arrows still smothering the air and blood blanketing the ground; after countless efforts, alas she was taken. Her wrists were bound behind her back with a tough leather cord. The cord was so tight around her delicate Elven wrists that they began to bleed. Still mounted on her horse, she was being led away from the Elven lands.

"You will pay for this Jurik! No one will let you catch an Elf in these lands!" she screamed.

He put his bloody hands on her face, smearing his grunge on her pure face. "No one knows of you besides us!" he laughed. He put his face close to hers, trying to embrace her, but she spat in his face. Jurik put his hand to the blow, raised his left hand and struck her, very hard. Her head snapped to the side, hitting a branch, cutting her cheek. The recoil from the blow knocked this young Elf from her horse and upon the hard ground.

"Annor validen dormer!" she cursed at him.

He pulled his dagger out of the scabbard and held the blade to her throat.