Simbelmyn- Thank you for the lovely review! This story has been completed
once and I am pretty much reposting it so that my next fic makes sense as
it is a sequel. No twin slash for me- just cant get into that.
Mainframe- Hey thanks for reviewing in BOTH places! You are a gem. I actually never saw the ones on the other site so I am happy to meet you here. My pleasure!
Mercredi- Hiya~ thanks for the note! Im reposting this so that I can get on with the other fics. Without this base one they don't make much sense so I thought I better (, Best regards and thanks once more.
Chapter 2
"Elrohir, what is it?" His brother whispered fearfully, unable to raise his head for the pressure of the vines holding him down.
"I think..Orcs." Elrohir crouched down, to avoid being seen. No lesson could have prepared him for the sight of the monstrous forms. "Unless humans are uglier than we supposed."
His delicate ears could pick up the faint guttural sounds emitting from their twisted mouths. It sounded almost as if they argued. The young elf eyed them keenly narrowing his wide eyes into slits. He stayed perfectly still, as he was taught - and tried to slow his breathing to match the gusts of wind blowing gently about the forest. 'I am a warrior, I am a warrior, I am warrior..I am.' Elrohir tried to comfort himself with a mental litany. His narrowed hand clenched and un-clenched around the leathers that wrapped the hilt of his narrow blade. He could easily out-run the cumbersome creatures, but he would never forsake his twin.
"Elrohir, you must run, get father, get away from here!" Elladan sounded more desperate in his pleas now. It was one thing to share kitchen duties when he had done something wrong, but quite another to put his twin in peril.
"Elladan shhhhh.." Elrohir waved an impatient hand back at his struggling sibling. All of his quite breathing would be for naught if his panicked brother alerted the foul beings. Swinging his head back around, Elrohir's fears were confirmed when he saw the bulbous head of the biggest Orc turn their direction. It heard them or smelled them rather, as its huge nostrils tested the winds. Grunting something to its companions, the leader led the trio in a swift gaint towards the hapless younglings.
Elrohir scrambled backwards belying his usual grace and stood, feet braced between his twin and the habitants of Mordor. Brandishing the now seemingly pathetic narrow sword, he prepared to fight for the safety of his twin. "Be still. Maybe they will think you dead."
Elladan had yet to see the twisted Orcs but he could hear their heavy footsteps and smell the odor of their unwashed bodies. Trying desperately to lift his head, he fought the crushing helplessness. He felt fear for the first time in his relatively short life. Not only his fear, but that of Elrohir's as well. It was a foreign emotion this one. For all of their training the young princes led relatively coddled and serene lives among their people. Both now faced a situation that would have been difficult even for their elders. Elladan tossed his muddy mane side-to-side trying to sit upright and be of some aide to his endangered twin. "Elrohir RUN you must RUN!"
"That's not playing dead very well." His twin replied with a hiss. Any doubts the Orcs might have had as to the source of the forest's discontent were gone. With heavy grunts they cleared the last of the foliage between themselves and Elrohir with cruel slashes from their massive weapons.
Beady eyes fixed on the young elf before them, the leader addressed his counterparts in their foul tongue. "An elf, ha! Told you." They had been playing a game that morn and now he was the undisputed winner of two pieces of silver. The three had been on yet another boring scouting mission for their commander and often used the time to hunt. Rarely did they fail to take down some animal or other, feasting on the flesh with little regard to whether it was dead or alive when they started. Actually the missions weren't that bad considering the quality of camp rations.
"Why isn't it running Haurg?" The smaller female questioned confused.
"Yeah, that runnin and screamin bit, why isn't it doin it? Taint right." Her counterpart joined in the query. "Plus it's kinda small."
"Hardly a mouthful." The female agreed disappointed.
The leader eyed the small elf before him. They were disgusting creatures with their overly large eyes and pasty skin. Repulsively narrow limbs attached to thin torsos made them look sickly. And this one was smaller than most. The obviously frightened elf kept waving a narrow sword no bigger than a stick below their noses. It was laughable really. "Can't really stand the taste of them anyway." He replied absently.
"I'm hungry enough to eat one." The smaller male smirked, ribbing the female with his elbow. "I'll just make a strong sauce."
Haurg rolled his eye that wasn't pierced with gold rings at his crew. The value of Elves was in direct proportion with trade. Sometimes they could be sold in the darker markets for a few coins. Scratching his groin with a claw, he contemplated if this one was worth the trouble it would take to get him there. And why in Faurgs name wasn't it running? If it was just going to stand there and wave that toy around, maybe it wasn't all that bright. The only thing worse than an elf was a dumb elf.
"Run Elrohir!!! In the Gods' names, RUN!" The high-pitched demand coming from the shrubbery startled both the party of Orcs and the youth in front of them. Elrohir jumped at his brother's voice. If they weren't already going to die, he would have killed his twin himself.
"Good, I'm really hungry." The small Orc laughed at the newest discovery of a second elf. "And I enjoy a salad before the main course." The patrol party laughed at the rare wit of their hungry counterpart. They could now clearly see the second elf was wrapped tightly in Tangle-weed.
"Get it out." The alpha male commanded with a lopsided smile. His bared teeth were even more hideous than his straight face. Two Elves would make the trip to market worthwhile. "We will take them to market. And, Schmarg, no tasting the goods," he added as an afterthought.
Mainframe- Hey thanks for reviewing in BOTH places! You are a gem. I actually never saw the ones on the other site so I am happy to meet you here. My pleasure!
Mercredi- Hiya~ thanks for the note! Im reposting this so that I can get on with the other fics. Without this base one they don't make much sense so I thought I better (, Best regards and thanks once more.
Chapter 2
"Elrohir, what is it?" His brother whispered fearfully, unable to raise his head for the pressure of the vines holding him down.
"I think..Orcs." Elrohir crouched down, to avoid being seen. No lesson could have prepared him for the sight of the monstrous forms. "Unless humans are uglier than we supposed."
His delicate ears could pick up the faint guttural sounds emitting from their twisted mouths. It sounded almost as if they argued. The young elf eyed them keenly narrowing his wide eyes into slits. He stayed perfectly still, as he was taught - and tried to slow his breathing to match the gusts of wind blowing gently about the forest. 'I am a warrior, I am a warrior, I am warrior..I am.' Elrohir tried to comfort himself with a mental litany. His narrowed hand clenched and un-clenched around the leathers that wrapped the hilt of his narrow blade. He could easily out-run the cumbersome creatures, but he would never forsake his twin.
"Elrohir, you must run, get father, get away from here!" Elladan sounded more desperate in his pleas now. It was one thing to share kitchen duties when he had done something wrong, but quite another to put his twin in peril.
"Elladan shhhhh.." Elrohir waved an impatient hand back at his struggling sibling. All of his quite breathing would be for naught if his panicked brother alerted the foul beings. Swinging his head back around, Elrohir's fears were confirmed when he saw the bulbous head of the biggest Orc turn their direction. It heard them or smelled them rather, as its huge nostrils tested the winds. Grunting something to its companions, the leader led the trio in a swift gaint towards the hapless younglings.
Elrohir scrambled backwards belying his usual grace and stood, feet braced between his twin and the habitants of Mordor. Brandishing the now seemingly pathetic narrow sword, he prepared to fight for the safety of his twin. "Be still. Maybe they will think you dead."
Elladan had yet to see the twisted Orcs but he could hear their heavy footsteps and smell the odor of their unwashed bodies. Trying desperately to lift his head, he fought the crushing helplessness. He felt fear for the first time in his relatively short life. Not only his fear, but that of Elrohir's as well. It was a foreign emotion this one. For all of their training the young princes led relatively coddled and serene lives among their people. Both now faced a situation that would have been difficult even for their elders. Elladan tossed his muddy mane side-to-side trying to sit upright and be of some aide to his endangered twin. "Elrohir RUN you must RUN!"
"That's not playing dead very well." His twin replied with a hiss. Any doubts the Orcs might have had as to the source of the forest's discontent were gone. With heavy grunts they cleared the last of the foliage between themselves and Elrohir with cruel slashes from their massive weapons.
Beady eyes fixed on the young elf before them, the leader addressed his counterparts in their foul tongue. "An elf, ha! Told you." They had been playing a game that morn and now he was the undisputed winner of two pieces of silver. The three had been on yet another boring scouting mission for their commander and often used the time to hunt. Rarely did they fail to take down some animal or other, feasting on the flesh with little regard to whether it was dead or alive when they started. Actually the missions weren't that bad considering the quality of camp rations.
"Why isn't it running Haurg?" The smaller female questioned confused.
"Yeah, that runnin and screamin bit, why isn't it doin it? Taint right." Her counterpart joined in the query. "Plus it's kinda small."
"Hardly a mouthful." The female agreed disappointed.
The leader eyed the small elf before him. They were disgusting creatures with their overly large eyes and pasty skin. Repulsively narrow limbs attached to thin torsos made them look sickly. And this one was smaller than most. The obviously frightened elf kept waving a narrow sword no bigger than a stick below their noses. It was laughable really. "Can't really stand the taste of them anyway." He replied absently.
"I'm hungry enough to eat one." The smaller male smirked, ribbing the female with his elbow. "I'll just make a strong sauce."
Haurg rolled his eye that wasn't pierced with gold rings at his crew. The value of Elves was in direct proportion with trade. Sometimes they could be sold in the darker markets for a few coins. Scratching his groin with a claw, he contemplated if this one was worth the trouble it would take to get him there. And why in Faurgs name wasn't it running? If it was just going to stand there and wave that toy around, maybe it wasn't all that bright. The only thing worse than an elf was a dumb elf.
"Run Elrohir!!! In the Gods' names, RUN!" The high-pitched demand coming from the shrubbery startled both the party of Orcs and the youth in front of them. Elrohir jumped at his brother's voice. If they weren't already going to die, he would have killed his twin himself.
"Good, I'm really hungry." The small Orc laughed at the newest discovery of a second elf. "And I enjoy a salad before the main course." The patrol party laughed at the rare wit of their hungry counterpart. They could now clearly see the second elf was wrapped tightly in Tangle-weed.
"Get it out." The alpha male commanded with a lopsided smile. His bared teeth were even more hideous than his straight face. Two Elves would make the trip to market worthwhile. "We will take them to market. And, Schmarg, no tasting the goods," he added as an afterthought.
