I woke up, and found that my hands were tied behind my back. The right side of my body was completely numb from lying on it, for who knows how long, and blood ran down the back of my head, right in the place that I had been hit.
Things all around me were still blurry, but I could just about make out what people were saying. Wait…..these weren't people. These were creatures. Ugly creatures. They had kidnapped me! I squirmed around a lot, trying to see if I could get loose at all, but there was no use of escaping. What if I made them angrier by doing so? Tears filled my eyes as I thought of what might happen to me.
A loud grunt escaped my lips, attracting one of the creatures.
"What are you squealing about?" the creature grabbed me around the mouth, and pulled me up, so I could look him in the eye.
"I don't want to hear another word from you!" it screamed, dropping me back down on the ground. I hit my head.
I tried as hard as I could to not cry, but tears started to run down my cheeks.
What were these creatures, and what did they want with me?
So many questions ran through my mind as I lay in this dungeon like room. It was dark, damp, and it stunk.
Would I ever be found?
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Aragorn knelt down and looked at the pool of blood that was now the forest floor and partly on the tree. Legolas stared at him in wonder.
"What is it, Aragorn?" the elf asked, while kneeling down beside his friend.
"Blood," Aragorn whispered. While examining the red like substance.
"Orc blood?" Gimli asked.
"No," Aragorn said quietly. "Orc blood is black…but this is red." The ranger furrowed his brow as he thought. What could have happened here, he wondered. Was someone killed, and their body taken away? Or perhaps, they were still alive. It was also possible that they had taken their own life.
"Aragorn," Legolas quietly said, snapping his friend out of his trance.
"This has something to do with the enemy." Aragorn said. "I'm not quite sure yet, but I know that the enemy has something to do with this—look over here." The ranger walked over to a far part of the forest. "Orc tracks," Aragorn was definitely on to something.
"Whose blood do you suppose that was? And why would they be in this forest, being as dangerous as it is?" Gimli asked. Aragorn shrugged. The ranger knew many things, but this time, he was clueless.
"We've lingered here too long." Legolas said when he heard a rustling in the bushes. "We must go." Aragorn and Gimli nodded, and followed the elf.
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"Come with me!" the creature yelled, and began to drag me out of the dungeon room. He had a hold of my hair, and I whimpered as his tugs became harder and harder.
"Please," I begged. "Where are you taking me?" the creature scowled at me.
"Never you mind that!" he yelled.
I began to cry, once again, as the hard floor began to cut into my bare legs as I was dragged along.
"Stop your crying!" the creature yelled at me. "Or you'll be sorry!"
What was I going to do? Was he going to kill me?
The creature finally dropped me on the cold, damp ground. We were again in the middle of a forest. I was hoping that he was going to let me go—but I was wrong.
He pulled out a rope, and threw me against the tree. I could pretty much figure out what was going to happen to me next.
The creature tied me to the tree, and pulled out a dagger. I flinched, even at the sight of it.
"No, no! Nyet, nyet!" I pleaded. But it didn't listen to me.
It held back the dagger, and within seconds plunged it into my stomach…