Hello!
I'm back! Haha, sorry for the delay but it's been crazy lately and I just couldn't bring myself to write any of this. So I thought it'd be better to wait and write when I had something that wasn't just crap.
So, I really hope that you like it and thank you so much for the support and the reviews! And also, thanks for taking the time to read this, it means a lot :D
"I am so screwed" thought Zahira as her gaze fell upon the hideous creatures in front of her.
She had been wailing about how her life couldn't get any worse when suddenly, something big and heavy hit her in the nape hard enough to make her faint.
By the time she regained consciousness, she was no longer alongside the path that led to the mountain. And certainly, not alone anymore.
Dimly lit by a small fire, a group of four orcs sat around it, eating fiercely as if that was their last meal. They let out disgusting grunts that made Zahira want to look away but, she couldn't. At least not if she wanted to scape from them.
She let her eyes slid down to the ground searching for any kind of stone, close and sharp enough to help her cut the strings that chained her to the tree. She didn't know how she kept herself calmed enough to do so, maybe the adrenaline didn't let her mind process the fact that she was being held prisoner by a damn pack of orcs that might cook her for dessert!
She almost cried with relief when her eyes spotted a stone that seemed perfect. Stretching all her body to the fullest to reach it, she tapped the stone with her feet trying to draw it nearer. Only a few inches closer and she would've been able to grab it, or at least hide it but, a black hand coming out of nowhere caught it before she could do anything.
"Nice try" said a deep stormy voice belonging to the fifth orc that apparently, had been off. She stared at the creature, her eyes widening with fear and her breathing rising as her eyes took notice of the deformed features of his face and body. He sent her a cruel smile that made her shudder and cringe against the tree.
One of the others yelled something in a language that she didn't understand but caused the orc to shift his attention to them. He let out a grunt from the back of his throat before heading towards them.
Time passed and Zahira was becoming more and more anxious. The strings were cutting her wrists and the chill of the night made her feel a sharp pain in the back of her head where they had hit her earlier.
The sounds of the night that once calmed her, now reminded her how vulnerable, defenseless she was, how soon her life could end.
Not far from where she was, her eyes caught sight of a dark figure covered with a long cloak heading towards the orcs. She couldn't tell who it might be, but certainly not a man nor orc. It wasn't tall enough. The stranger talked with the orcs who seemed not very happy to see him. Zahira tilted her head trying to hear what they could be saying when suddenly, all of them stared at her. Slowly, she saw them coming to where she was, which made her press herself against the tree wanting to put as much distance between them and her as possible. The stranger, hidden under the cloak stopped before her and said nothing for a few moments.
"What's the meaning of this?" the voice belonged to a woman, who by the way, sounded pretty angry. When none of the orcs replied, she turned to face them "Why did you bring me this girl? I asked for the line of Durin! Not for a damned girl!" the orcs moved back a few steps at her anger.
The one that seemed in charge stepped closer and looked down at the woman.
"She was where you sent us, she was carrying the symbol of Durin and you did not specified whether it had to be a man or a woman" hissed the orc who seemed to be as furious as the woman.
"The symbol? How is that even possible?" whispered the woman more to herself than to the orcs. She frowned and started to wander around mumbling to herself.
Suddenly, something inside Zahira's head lit making her realize something. She knew that voice. She had heard it before.
"You" she let out in a surprised whisper. Both women stared mutely at each other for a fleeting moment. The air around them was so tense that no one dared to make a sound.
"Kill her" commanded the woman before turning towards the fire. She grabbed a black sword and gave it to one of the orcs "Now!"
"What?! No!" cried Zahira feeling her eyes widening totally terrified. She didn't want to die. Not there, alone and without even a chance to defend herself.
The orc stepped closer, holding tight his sword and barking commands to his partners. Crying wildly and squirming in her place she tried to avoid the orcs kicking everything that went near her. One of them freed her from the strings only to grab her by the neck and pull her towards the fire. He made her kneel and held her as another approached them carrying the sword. Slowly, she saw him getting closer, his cruel smile fixed in his deformed features.
She felt the cold steel touch her neck, taking away any kind of hope and leaving her numb.
Empty.
Closing her eyes, she awaited for her death to come. Thousands of thoughts hovering inside her head. She heard a cutting noise and assumed that it was the sword but when nothing happened, she opened her eyes confused.
Beside her laid the two orcs with a blade stabbed in each one's head. She rolled away and started to run as fast as she could without looking back. Behind her, she could still hear the sounds of the fight. The branches hit and cut her face and arms.
She didn't know how much time she had been running but, when her lungs couldn't take anymore she plumped down onto the ground, against a trunk. Seated now, she heard the pounding of her heart so loud that she thought she might be heard by the entire forest.
"Okay, Zahi calm down, breath in and out..." she told herself still feeling the adrenaline rushing through her veins "Oh no, what now?" thought her as she heard steps approaching.
She grabbed a particularly thick branch and waited hidden by the tree to take down whoever was coming.
Growling fiercely, she attacked with all the might she had. And she was about to keep doing it when a couple of hands grabbed hers and stopped her.
"Let me go!" she cried hysterically.
"Zahira! Zahira it's me! It's Fili" hissed hurriedly the dwarf. That made her stop her fight and look at him as if she didn't recognize him at first.
"Fils?" she whispered breathlessly. He nodded slowly and reached for the branch she was still holding over her head.
He stared into her watery eyes for a fleeting moment, taking notice of her messed up hair, the scratches in her pale skin and the widened eyes that now looked at him in shock. Before he realised what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around her trembling body, desperate to comfort her.
"Zahì, I thought I had lost you forever" he said with a break in his voice. She buried her face into his neck, trying to muffle her sobbing still afraid that someone could hear them. She didn't know how much time they stayed like that. Just holding each other so that none of them would crumble.
Suddenly, a thought struck her making her break their embrace.
"Fili, the orcs, they-" she started, fearful of a new attack.
"Shh, don't worry I took care of them. They'll never hurt you again" he said holding her hands and making her rise along with him "Come, we need to get out of here. It's not safe" and so, he lead them both through the dark forest.
And it was then, as they run to save their lives when she realized that she would never stop loving him.
Not even if it was unsided.
Bueno, here it was. The end is near... haha na just kidding there still a few chapters.
I hope that you all liked it and if you saw any mistake, please tell me so that I can fix it. Thanks so much for reading.
Bye
C.A.
