Marluciel: heyy, this is my story I've created out of complete boredom! I dont own anything but the plot and my OCs, some of which that belong to Healer Anduniel. One warning, my OC is somewhat... Mary-Sueish, at least in my opinion. Ive taken a very... LARGE poetic licence here so... yeah. I hope you like my story!
"Blahblahblah" Black Speech
"blahblahblah" Sindarin
: blahblahblah : Quenya
/ blahblahblah / Rohirrim
"Come out, little elf, we always find you," The harsh dialect of Black Speech of my hunters floated eerily through the cold, dark air.
I skidded past a corner and ducked inside a large niche in the cave tunnels, my breaths loud in my ears while my hands scrabbled for a rock, a stick, anything that could be used as a weapon.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are..." the Orcs' torchlight was growing steadily brighter and I could see their silhouettes flickering oddly on the rough stone walls. I pushed my body even farther back against my nook, sucking in a breath as the stone scraped over sensitive and abused skin. The orc's footfalls stopped suddenly.
"Did you hear that?" One asked. I froze in panic.
"I smell her!" Another said eagerly. Oh, fantastic. I had about six orcs after me, by the sound of their footfalls and the stench. I watched in terror as their blurry shadows became more and more defined against the tunnel. Suddenly, they turned to the right. They were going to my previous hiding place! I let out a breath that I hadn't realized that I had been holding. One paused.
"She's not here!"
I rolled my eyes. What an idiot. The leader obviously thought this as well, because the grinding of his machete against its sheath told me he had pulled it out and was probably pointing it at the idiot's stomach. Or some other body part for that matter. I cringed as I heard the wet sound of a sword plunging through thick, wet meat and the gurgling of blood choking the orc's throat. The now dead orc fell to the ground and a blue-black blood splatter decorated the flickering cave walls. I pressed my nose into my ragged tunic in hopes of plugging out the stench, but the fresh smell of dead orc was so overbearing, my head spun, leaving me momentarily lightheaded. The leader was sliding his machete back into his belt.
"Now that that idiot is gone, FIND THE STUPID SHE-ELF!"
He stomped off farther down the tunnel.
"Wait! That was my brother you just killed!" One orc cried furiously. "you'll pay for that!" (1)
I rolled my eyes. Brother, eh? Idiocy must run through the family, then. The clink of the leader's boots stopped suddenly as he swivilled on his toes to look at the offending guard.
"Excuse me?" He hissed dangerously. The ex-orc's brother realized his mistake too late and began to whimper.
"I'm sorry, sorry! Forgive me!"
There was a wet, sickening crack as I could only imagine that the offending orc's jaw had a) been broken or b) ripped clean off. A flash of metal in the dim light, and then a torrent of blood slapping onto stone. Then a kick- and the dead orc slid right in front of my nook. One look told me I was right- his lower jaw had been cleanly removed.
I heard more yelling of the orc's party, and the clang of swords. Ah, great. I thought sarcasticly. A full blown fight right in front of my and I'm defencele- I stopped mid thought as I looked down thoughtfully at the ex-orc in front of me. His sword was still clipped to his belt. It looked a bit heavier than I was used to but...
I quickly looked down the corridor to see the huge brutes still fighting. The leader had lost an arm, but was still going on strong. I fluidly slipped down from my niche and tried to unclip the orc's sword as silently as I could.
Luck wasn't on my side. I struggled with the sheath for a few moments before pulling the sword free.
...And.
... And the sheath flew out of my hands and clanged loudly against the wall.
I froze as the orcs stopped the fighting to stare at me before charging.
"Oh, damn!" I cursed before running off in the opposite direction.
(1) yes, I know that orcs probably don't have family, but... still. Poetic licence, remember??