I thought you were an Orc." The redhead said,
"If I were an Orc, you would be dead." The man retorted. So it is Tauriel. "You cannot fight thirty Orcs on your own."
"But I'm not on my own," the women said, with a smirk on her flawless face.
"You knew I would come," the man smiled, but it quickly faded "The King is angry with you Tauriel. For six hundred years my Father has protected you, favoured you but you defied his orders and betrayed his trust." His voice slowly turned bitter and the women sighed. "Come back with me..." wait a sec, how can I understand this? They are speaking in a different language! "...he will forgive you."
"But I will not." she stared at him, making an excuse to leave. "If I go back, I will not forgive myself. The King has never let Orc field from our lands, yet he would let this Orc pack cross our borders and kill our prisoners." she turned to him, making sure he understood.
"But it is not our fight!" the man said, clearly frustrated,
"It is our fight," the women walked toward him, "It will not end here. With every victory this evil will grow," the man shifted his stare away from the woman, "If your Father has his way we will do nothing, we will hide within our walls. Live our lives away fromt he light, and let darkness descend." the man stared at her again, as if he saw reason to this excuse. "Are we not part of this world? Tell me Mellon, when did we let evil become stronger than us?" they are moving, leaving, but I don not know where they are going, I followed them, and tried to stay as silent as I could, as I followed them I was slowly changing back to my normal self, which made it easier to follow silently. After a few hours of treacherous walking, they had begun to catch up to the Orcs, they are going to go straight through, aren't they? Lucky I know where they are going, I'll have to find a detour to get to Laketown.
As I jumped from tree to tree, and made sure that I wasn't making a single sound, I knew that by now that that wizard, Gandalf would've had to sent his horse back. Lets hope he kept it a little longer, I think I may have left the run a bit late to be able to ride on Melda, I should probably try though, since I won't have another chance. I made the high pitched whistle as loud as possible, hoping the two Elves were long gone, and to my luck, Melda, the beautiful black mare, galloped toward me seemingly light as a feather. Thank goodness, I thought she wouldn't come,
"Melda!" I said, the happiness glowed from me, I packed my supplies onto her back in a messy way, hopped on her and began to gallop toward Laketown.
As soon as I got to Laketown, it had been so long it was night, with the moon shining brightly over the water. As I looked around I could see the difference from the last time I saw it, it was beautiful and new back then, but now it was old and covered in moss and dirt. Melda was still standing where I had left her, so I decided to climb onto the roof to see if I could find the man and women I had followed. After getting onto the roof, I heard something coming from behind me, I turned and saw Orcs running across the roof, soon they would run into me, and knowing them they would kill me instantly. They jumped off the roof and started attacking some dwarves, and that's when I noticed the man and woman from before. Over thirty Orcs set an attack on this group, I wanted to help them, but then I wasn't sure whether they would accept my help or not. I should help them, they look as if they need it... As suddenly as they had come, they had left, wait, three were still here and they were attacking the blonde man, one of them was about to get him from on top of the roof and crush him! I can't let him die, he might be my best lead on getting Tauriel to realise who I am. I sprinted and jumped from roof to roof, until I had finally reached the Orc, I pulled my hand from my navy glove and touched the Orc, freezing it to death and making sure it didn't fall off the roof onto the man. The man stood there, after almost winning the fight against that last Orc, with a blood nose, he leant against an old wooden pole, tired and wounded from the fight. He turned and looked at the Orc riding a wolf, and stared at him. He ran over, jumped on his shiny white horse and rode him over the bridge, galloping after that Orc. I jumped from the roof onto Melda, and rode after him, not knowing what would come next, I veered to the left of him, to make sure he couldn't see me. But I should've known, he is an Elf, of course he would know I was there, after a few minutes he lost the Orc and slowed to a halt.
"I can hear you, come out or I'll find you." the man shouted, drawing his bow and pointing the arrow at Melda. I can't risk Melda, she is too dear to me. I quickly racked my brain for a plan. I know what to do.