*I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE LOTR CHARACTERS!
*Estella and Únuk belong to me!
Summary: the elves are captured and taken to Mordor. This is their story on how they survived.
The elves' story:
Captured
Little Estella was chasing a young robin around the garden. Her home was Rivendell and she lived there with her parents Elrond and Celebrían. Watching the robin dart up into a tree, Estella decided to follow it. Halfway up the tree Estella saw a sight that made her freeze in fear. Orcs! There was a huge mass of orcs heading towards her home. Maneuvering down the tree, she ran over to her parents frantically.
"Ada, Nana…there are orcs coming towards us…a huge army," she shouted fearfully. Elrond held onto his daughter and looked over to his wife.
"Celebrían gather the warriors…we must fight to defend our home," Elrond told her. She went to gather their troops and within moments every elf was ready to face the orcs.
Estella hid in the highest tower of the last homely house along with the other children. The elves could see the mass of orcs coming their way. The orcs stopped their advance and the leader of the group, Únuk, walked up to Elrond.
"What are you doing here creature of Mordor," Elrond asked venomously.
"We come in service to the dark lord…he commands us to capture your entire worthless race," Únuk said evilly.
"We will not surrender ourselves to you spawn of Mordor," Elrond declared.
"Are you sure," Únuk asked tauntingly. A large bird swooped up to the last homely house and came down holding a terrified Estella in its talons.
"Or would you rather watch me kill this child? I believe she is yours correct," the orc commander asked evilly. Dropping his weapon, Elrond commanded his troops.
"Drop your weapons and do as they say," Elrond said to his people. Únuk smiled victoriously as the elves dropped their weapon and held their hands upon their heads in a gesture of surrender. He knew that the eleven lord would not risk the child's life…that is why they were a weak race.
"Fire," Únuk commanded his troops. The elves watched as the orcs fired at them and up at the tower where the children were hiding and then the dropped to the ground unconscious.
"Separate the children from the adults and load them onto the carts," Únuk commanded.
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Elrond woke groggily to the sound of marching. He couldn't see and realized that a burlap sack had been placed over his head. Memory came to him quickly and he grimaced. He shouldn't have given up like that! Elrond just hoped that the orcs had not captured anymore of the elves. He tried to move but found that his hands and feet were tightly bound. He tried to wriggle free of his restraints.
"Do not struggle Lord Elrond…they have bond us with great care," a voice to his left said. Elrond was shocked. The orcs couldn't have…
"I'm guessing you're surprised to hear my voice…well don't be because they captured all of Lothlorien and Mirkwood as well," the voice said.
"King Thranduil…how is that possible," Elrond addressed his friend.
"The orcs…they came to our homes and threatened the lives of the younglings if we did not surrender. Then they hit us with poison darts which knocked us unconscious," Thranduil explained.
"Where are they taking us," Elrond asked.
"Mordor I assume. They did say Sauron wanted us brought to him," Thranduil answered. Elrond and Thranduil stiffened. Darkness, evil and despair surrounded them. That could only mean one thing…they had arrived at Mordor. The carts stopped abruptly.
"Get the adults and children separated now and count up our stock…he'll want to know how many pets we've brought him," Únuk commanded his hoard. Elrond and Thranduil were pulled roughly by the other adult elves. They could hear the small whimpers of the children nearby. The Witch king stepped up to Únuk.
"Put the younglings in the cabin and the adults in the fields; what is our number of stock," the nazgul asked. "We have 150 each of male and female adults and 50 each of male and female children," Únuk answered.
The elves had been separated into children in the east and adults in the west. The adult elves were moved to the assembly fields and the children were moved to a barren, cramped and run-down cabin. The nazgul addressed the elves with his chilling voice, easily heard by every elf no matter how far away.
"You are here as slaves vermin! Those of you in the west will work in the assembly fields making our weapons. Those of you in the east will be sold as slaves to other countries. Enjoy your one night of rest," the Witch king said evilly.
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