Ok second chapter….first thing….sorry it has taken so long. I could excuse myself by saying that my life has been manic but I don't think that really cuts it.
To answer a question…yes those are orc's that she met. I cannot for one second imagine elves looking that bad lol
Anyway…on with the story! Thank you so much to my reviewers! Really makes me wanna write more!
The first section is one I think is too often left out of 'transported to ME' stories.
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Matt said goodbye softly, a frown on his face, as he led the policemen out the door. He had spent the last two hours being interrogated about Alice's disappearance. The younger of the two turned to him, "Don't worry, I'm sure we will find her with the information you have given us" Matt looked into his eyes, wondering if he had been told the young man's name, for he did not remember it now. Nothing seemed to be sticking in his mind, his thoughts spaghetti. The false smile was evident on the young policeman's face and the older, and more cynical, of the two was doing nothing to hide the suspicion he was aiming at Matt.
When the door closed he turned back to his friends in the living room. They had not left his side since he had called them to tell them about Alice. Taking a deep breath before he walked back into the room he slumped onto the couch. He sat there, head in his hands, for what seemed like eternity before his anger kicked in. Standing so quickly he almost made his friend Sam fall off his chair " They think I did something to her" he ranted. Sam and their other friend, Paul, stayed silent knowing that he needed to get this out of his system. "They think I did something to her and I'm now covering up for it!" he paused, his anger turning to sadness "I would never hurt her!" The last was said in a small plaintive voice and his knees gave way.
Alice had been missing for over a week, and it was all his fault. He had spent hours looking for her and when he finally gave up called the police. If only he had not suggested going for that walk…if he had just stayed by her side…if….if only he had done something! Anything!
Paul and Sam exchanged glances, neither was really the one to comfort anyone but Sam was the one who took the plunge. He slipped off the couch and onto the floor next to his shaking friend. "They are just doing their job, you would be more angry if they weren't covering every angle! Everyone knows how much you two loved each other" before he even closed his mouth he had realised his mistake.
"loved……loved that's not true" was the soft reply, Paul and Sam both looked shocked, "We love each other! Don't talk like she is not coming back! She will be home soon you'll see" Sam visibly flinched at the harsh words, regretting opening his mouth. Matt though seemed to have forgotten what was happening and walked purposefully into the bathroom. Within moments they heard the sound of running water.
The two left in the living room shared another glance.
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Alice screamed, her throat felt raw but it was all she could do as the, now decapitated, head flew through the air and landed with a sickening thud by her feet. She scrambled away from it as fast as she could while on her back. The crab walk she was trying to perform was really not working and she stopped abruptly.
The 'executioner' as her sub-conscious seemed to have dubbed him, walked slowly towards her. The hunger she could see in his eyes making her want to vomit. She remembered to take a breath only when she was shuddering from lack of oxygen. Her screaming abated as her breath came in ragged gasps. It must have been only seconds from when the blow was struck but all seemed to be going in slow motion. The other 'masked' men were backing away, obviously not wanting to share their comrade's fate, although they were not hiding the smirks on their faces, some were even rubbing their hands in anticipation. She shook her head in shock, this could not honestly be happening. Where was she and who were these people. So many times she had read about things like this but….no……
The executioner grunted something to the others that she did not understand and she was snapped out of her revere. Now was not the time to even try to figure this out. They laughed in response to the strange grunt and her eyes grew wider. With her hands out behind her, propping her prone body up slightly, she found something hard and a spark inside her ignited. Grabbing whatever it was that her questing fingers had found she swung it round in front of her. Sagging visibly as she saw the stick that she now held ahead of her.
Not wanting to lie down anymore she continued to scrabble backwards rising at the same time. Still holding her meagre weapon in front of her like a shied she found her footing as he came within a few feet of her. Anger and adrenaline were the only things keeping her going now.
This was the closest she had been to any of them and her mind finally admitted that it was not a mask that they were wearing. This 'man' really looked like this. While her brain rebelled against the thought her body reacted. Swinging the stick around from her right, like a club.
Surprisingly it connected with the creature's ear, she had expected him to block it but evidently he had been too busy staring at her, and she jumped at the sound the connection made. Mentally she thanked every deity she had heard of that she had eaten nothing that day, or else it would be decorating the grass now.
Realising that she was wasting time, even though less than a second had past, she tried to shoot past her attacker and run for it. Where she was going she had no idea, she was surrounded by the foul things, but now was not a time for forward planning. Instinct took over.
Or at least it would have done if the, now really annoyed, executioner had not reached out and grabbed her ankle. She tumbled, groaning in pain as the various parts of her body connected with the ground. Her knee's connected with a crack followed closely by her elbows. Laying there she winced as the pain registered in her head and she hoped that nothing was broken. Turning her face away from the dew covered grass she was relieved to notice that the stick was still in her hand. What good it would do her now was unknown.
Still looking at the stick in her hand she watched in shock as the executioners foot came rushing towards it from above, she had not even heard him move. She screamed in agony as her hand was crushed between foot and stick. The wood shattered and a piece pierced her palm, she felt hot blood seep through her fingers. With his foot still on her broken hand, the executioner grunted something, this time aimed at her. She could not understand what he was trying to say and doubted she would have been able to respond even if she had. The pain flying down her arm and into her brain was excruciating and she saw darkness try to creep into her vision.
She fought against the coming darkness, there was no way she would pass out, not now!
When the foot was pressed harder into her hand she screamed again. Earning a coarse laugh from her tormentor.
His laugh ended in a gargle, which Alice was too preoccupied to notice. She sighed as the weight was removed slightly from her hand, and then jumped when he fell into her field of vision. His leg landing once more on the injured hand. She heard a scream and realised that it was her own.
She had a faint view of a knife sticking out of his chest before she could hold on no more. The darkness covered her vision and all she could hear was the sound of metal on metal.
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Aragorn smiled as he walked. He had been king for two years and had needed a break. Arwen had suggested a trip to Lothlorien to see the golden lady before she set sail and the new king of Gondor had jumped at the chance. They had set off as soon as things had been organised, which took a lot longer than he had hoped.
Less than two months after the idea had settled in his head they had arrived at the border of the golden woods. With an entourage bigger than he wanted Aragorn and his new wife met the lord and lady. "Welcome to the woods again my friends" the deep voice of Celeborn resonated in their heads. Galadriel walked towards her granddaughter with a smile on her face, "it has been too long" she said reaching her arms out to embrace the elleth.
Arwen turned to her husband, noticing the way he looked around anxiously. They had sent word to Legolas and Gimli that they would be here, the two of them had been exploring together recently and they wanted to meet up with their friends again. She smiled softly and touched his arm, "they will be here" she told him.
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As soon as the three friends has been reunited they had set off to explore the woods once more. Arwen had stayed with Galadriel, spending time with her family and getting back in touch.
Gimli trotted in front as elf and man walked slowly, updating each other on the events of the past 18 months. Aragorn stopped mid-sentence as he noticed Legolas pause, "what is it mellon nin?" he asked the blond elf. His question was answered for him as he too heard the scream. Gimli was the last to notice and the three set off in the direction of the noise without a word.
Running quickly the three formed the line that had come so familiar to them, Legolas leading, followed quickly by Aragorn, Gimli bringing up the rear. Legolas saw the events happening in the clearing first. The circle of orc's surrounding a human girl. One orc was walking towards the girl who was on the floor. He winced as the orc brought it's foot down and the sound of another scream brought him out of his revere.
Notching an arrow he pulled the string back effortlessly and let it fly towards the chest of the orc nearest the girl. Before it had struck the three jumped into the clearing and attacked the remaining orc's. Legolas registered another scream and cursed himself. The force of the arrow had knocked the orc back onto the girls injured hand.
Gimli jumped at the nearest one and decapitated it with a swift blow. Aragorn ran towards the girl and stood near her to keep others from hurting her more. They quickly killed the remaining orc's and they gathered over the now unconscious human.
Gimli was the first to speak, "I wonder what the little lass is doing here?"
