Disclaimer~ I don't own anything that is Tolkein's, but I do own Eleclya.
She is mine, I made her up, and she will not be a Mary-Sue.
A/N~ please review, as I got the idea for this fic out of nowhere, and I don't know if anyone will like it. If you want to see Eleclya, find the "Royal Diaries" book Mary Queen Of Scots. I'm using the picture on the front as her appearance.
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Chapter 1: A Terror in the Night (Prologue)
Eleclya sat up in bed, her skinny chest heaving. She breathed heavily in fear, but tried desperately to stay silent. Screams pierced the night, high and bloodcurdling. Elf screams. Shaking, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and padded softly to the window. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw what was going on in the small Elvin village.
Elf homes, just like hers, were up in flames. The flames danced wickedly, shooting up into the night sky. In the light they produced, huge, dark creatures were visible…raising axes over their heads…grunting…then striking out at helpless elves, adding more and more bloody bodies to the heap in the middle of the village.
Eleclya was frozen next to her window, her pale blue eyes fixed on this scene of mass carnage. She had never been very close to anyone, not even her own parents. She was a loner, but to see her village destroyed like this was…terrifying. The screams filled the night, and her head. She backed slowly away from the window, and pressed her hands to her ears. "Stop it," her voice cracked from hardly ever being used. "Stop it!" She shut her eyes tight. "Make it stop…someone…help!"
She fell backward onto her bed, tears squeezing out from under blond eyelashes. "Stop…"
It was then she heard a crash. 'Twas louder then the others she'd heard all that night, and closer. The room filled with a rank smell, and Eleclya felt a scabby hand on her arm.
"Get up, she-elf," the voice was hoarse, almost a grunt. Ever the rebel, she yanked her arm away.
"Don't touch m-" Eleclya looked up at the ugly face near hers and gasped. The Orc grinned horribly.
"Feisty little one, you are." It licked its lips. "We will soon knock it out of you, she-elf."
Eleclya glared at the creature. It thought it could just come here and kill off everyone, and then get her? Not happening. She spat right in it's face, then turned and tried running to the door.
"Bad move, she-elf," The Orc grabbed onto her long red braid, and yanked her toward him. Eleclya was trembling as he forced her to the floor. The Orc raised his axe over her head and----
"Don't," came the heavy grunt of another Orc. "We could use a female."
Eleclya closed her eyes in relief over not being killed, but stiffened at the Orcs next words. "Do you know how the Orcs first came into being?" The second Orc pushed his face near to hers. She swallowed, and shook her head slightly, trying not to look at it's ugliness.
"They were elves once," said the first Orc, leering at her. She felt his hot breath on the soft skin as he finished. "They were tortured, mutilated."
"Torture me all you like," Eleclya hissed back. "Kill me if you must, but you will never truly harm me."
"Ah," sneered one of the Orcs. "Spoken like a true elf. We will soon change your mind, my dear."
Eleclya shivered, staring up into the dark, cold eyes of an unmerciful creature.
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A/N~ please review, as I got the idea for this fic out of nowhere, and I don't know if anyone will like it. If you want to see Eleclya, find the "Royal Diaries" book Mary Queen Of Scots. I'm using the picture on the front as her appearance.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: A Terror in the Night (Prologue)
Eleclya sat up in bed, her skinny chest heaving. She breathed heavily in fear, but tried desperately to stay silent. Screams pierced the night, high and bloodcurdling. Elf screams. Shaking, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and padded softly to the window. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw what was going on in the small Elvin village.
Elf homes, just like hers, were up in flames. The flames danced wickedly, shooting up into the night sky. In the light they produced, huge, dark creatures were visible…raising axes over their heads…grunting…then striking out at helpless elves, adding more and more bloody bodies to the heap in the middle of the village.
Eleclya was frozen next to her window, her pale blue eyes fixed on this scene of mass carnage. She had never been very close to anyone, not even her own parents. She was a loner, but to see her village destroyed like this was…terrifying. The screams filled the night, and her head. She backed slowly away from the window, and pressed her hands to her ears. "Stop it," her voice cracked from hardly ever being used. "Stop it!" She shut her eyes tight. "Make it stop…someone…help!"
She fell backward onto her bed, tears squeezing out from under blond eyelashes. "Stop…"
It was then she heard a crash. 'Twas louder then the others she'd heard all that night, and closer. The room filled with a rank smell, and Eleclya felt a scabby hand on her arm.
"Get up, she-elf," the voice was hoarse, almost a grunt. Ever the rebel, she yanked her arm away.
"Don't touch m-" Eleclya looked up at the ugly face near hers and gasped. The Orc grinned horribly.
"Feisty little one, you are." It licked its lips. "We will soon knock it out of you, she-elf."
Eleclya glared at the creature. It thought it could just come here and kill off everyone, and then get her? Not happening. She spat right in it's face, then turned and tried running to the door.
"Bad move, she-elf," The Orc grabbed onto her long red braid, and yanked her toward him. Eleclya was trembling as he forced her to the floor. The Orc raised his axe over her head and----
"Don't," came the heavy grunt of another Orc. "We could use a female."
Eleclya closed her eyes in relief over not being killed, but stiffened at the Orcs next words. "Do you know how the Orcs first came into being?" The second Orc pushed his face near to hers. She swallowed, and shook her head slightly, trying not to look at it's ugliness.
"They were elves once," said the first Orc, leering at her. She felt his hot breath on the soft skin as he finished. "They were tortured, mutilated."
"Torture me all you like," Eleclya hissed back. "Kill me if you must, but you will never truly harm me."
"Ah," sneered one of the Orcs. "Spoken like a true elf. We will soon change your mind, my dear."
Eleclya shivered, staring up into the dark, cold eyes of an unmerciful creature.
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