"Alya. Aren't you happy to see me?" The orc stood there peering at the maiden as she looked to him with fear escaping the very fabrics of her pupils. The hands of the maiden, Alya shook as she crumpled her fingers in hate. There was no possible explanation to what she felt, but more than anything fear and hate faltered the very thoughts of her mind.
The orc's expression stung the maiden into shuddering backwards as he moved in closer, his armor corroding the fine metal into equating a light sound that echoed the cell. His face, once intrigued now portrayed anger as a malignant aura bounded its very existence onto him, living on his hate and nothing but it.
Alya's feet stiffened as her hands waver in its stead, almost meeting the verge of collapsing. She held up, restraining herself from retreating and staggering backwards when she knew it would be useless in doing so. She purposely tilted her head to the side, her breath gaping deeper into pauses of obscurity as the orc reared in closer, now bending down before the maiden.
Alya closed her eyes forcefully seeing the orc now duck before her cheek. She could sense it start to whiff her aroma and this punctured her nerves, fidgeting her body backwards. Her eyelids start to give in to the fear, trembling continuously, but as she quivered back the orc swiftly grabbed her hair with his left hand, pressing her from moving even the slightest bit away from it.
The maiden, Alya could feel the orc's sudden repulsive breath hit her cheeks as she quivers in her stance.
"Did you find it?" The orc paused for a brief moment. "Did you find Thranduil's weakness?"
Alya gave him a long justified pause of silence unable to stare him in the eyes. Her teeth gritted as the orc forcefully pulls her hair making her face him. "I asked you a question," his voice hissed, ringing a deadly threat as his teeth, sharp as the eye could see reared in closer to the maiden.
"Did you find Thranduil's weakness?"
The orc's voice grew louder as his breath now centimeters away from Alya's ears, giving her this unbearable feeling. Her skin itched all over as her hairs attached to her skin stood to its very hilt. She looked to the orc undeniably hating his very guts as she shook her head indicating a no, but Alya, the elf maiden knew all too well where Thranduil's weakness lied and it was a secret she'd be willing to take to her grave.
Alya crumpled both her hands into a fist preparing for what was to come. The orc's serious grin immediately altered as he rapidly grabbed the maiden's slim rigid neck upwards, choking the very fabrics of her throat. Alya was hoisted up, brutally unable to defend herself in the least.
Her hands, now grappling the orc's hand, unable to do more than that quivered as her feet slugged over the floor, unable to clearly stand, struggling in the orc's grasps. She groaned slightly as the orc pushes her backwards, adding more force into its clasped hands around Alya's neck. Her feet, dragged as it was, squelched the very top of the caved in floors as her body struggled to tip-toe her way through it.
"I didn't have time to. You gave me a day, and only a day's time to find it. How could I possibly do that," Alya's voice cracked, pausing for brief moments unable to simply continue without hesitation.
The orc's face darkened feeling the need to harm the maiden. Slowly orc's started to appear out of the elves' hallways, unlocking the cell gates.
"That was more than enough time. Or maybe you are already aware of it," the orc rattled. Alya's eyes, in response, glistened feeling the ends of her eyes water. "We'll just have to get it out of you."
"Never. I will never give it to you!" Alya shouted, her voice projecting as loud as she could within the orcs grasps. She looked to the orc with more hate now than she could ever possess within a lifetime. Perhaps because she lived a hundred lifetimes within the likes of him and it was something that would forever scar her.
Her hands shivered endlessly, feeling the texture of the orc's skin harden. Her eyes paced to it with weariness knowing what was about to come was something she would never want to look forward to.
She tightened her hold on its hand as the orc gapped its mouth open, revealing its sharped edged teeth, ready to seep its way into Alya's neck, piercing the very thin layer of skin into crushing her throat within seconds. The orc simply twisted its tongue around his teeth moving in closer as the maiden waited slowly in grievance.
Suddenly the orcs posted next to the dungeon cells fell hastily after a mere seconds notice. The maiden, Alya glimpsed towards the halls leading outside, her eyes narrow and shaken as she still remains restrained within the hands of the orc.
The orcs behind the walls heard the wails of their kin and ushered themselves into the dungeons, heading towards the halls as their feet clamped the cold dark withered floor in an abhorrent way. Their chest grumbled with the excitement to kill as well as hate that manifested the bitter core of their souls, seeping through the very texture of their breath and their hard distained eyes seeking nothing but the sight of elven blood.
This terrified the maiden, but as soon as they flitted through the cell doors, arrows one by one struck them in any vulnerable spot you could possibly think of, striking them dead on the spot.
The orc holding onto Alya's throat looked to its fallen men as the thought of it rekindled his anger. He slowly released his hold on Alya's neck making her glide down to the floor, coughing thoroughly as she gasps for air. Slowly her eyes began to blur as she looked up to the very trail of orcs slaughtered before her. Her fingers, quivering to the floor pulsed with an anticipation.
"Legolas," she whispered, witnessing Legolas appear from the halls very corner that led to the dungeons. Arrow after arrow he shot nearing the maiden, killing orc after orc with his bow.
The maiden finally noticed the orc before her feet take one step forward, its eyes focused on one thing and one thing only.
"Legolas? The king's only son," the orc muttered now taking more footsteps towards him.
Alya, horrified formed her hands into a fist and grappled the ground for support. "Legolas stay away. You must leave. Now!" Alya shouted with all that she could, her voice breaking at some point.
Legolas did not mind her words and instead shrugged her demand like he never heard it. A myriad of thoughts seeped into his mind as he drew his daggers hoisted behind his back. He took swing after swing as a sudden shot of orc blood scorned his face lightly as he pursued his task.
The orc, hearing what the maiden had said only confirmed his suspicions of the prince. Averting his gaze, the orc glimpsed at the maiden, grabbing her by the shoulders as Alya, looking to Legolas gasped bearing whatever she could possibly bear.
"Do not kill the he elf. We take the elf alive," the orc ordered, his face locked on the prince who slowly approached.
Alya struggled forward, unable to break free of the orc's grappling hold on her shoulders. Her hair flowed forward grazing her cheeks, now filthy with dust and dirt as the orc nudges her body closer to him, tightening his hold on her into making her whimper slightly.
Alya couldn't help but peer to Legolas who was now a few meters in distance, slashing and slaying orcs with his daggers fastened to both his hands. The maiden observed Legolas in every way she could within those mere moments, witnessing the graceful edge of his daggers swish from side to side, killing orc after orc with nothing more than three swings of his dagger.
His blades glimmered in the dungeon scene adding light into the fading place. Legolas, now standing before Alya and the orc swung his blade in a swift circle of movements until they rested attentively facing the floor as the orc blood abided to drip down the blades edged tips.
"There is nowhere to escape," Legolas said intimidatingly.
"You are mistaken prince," the orc grinned slightly. "There is always a way," the orc snatched his sword from his side, placing it before Alya's neck, giving Legolas a hint of thought.
The maiden, stricken by the sudden blade fastened below her chin, swallowed her fear down her throat as it wrestled within her stomach, unable to settle quietly. Her breath heated to a whole new level, exerting the rate of her breathing.
Legolas eyed the maiden and the maiden him, taking a moment to consider what he should do when suddenly the orc's blade thrusted the outer most layer of Alya's skin, slightly allowing a mere trickle of blood to flow down the maiden's neck and onto her clavicle.
Legolas could feel his eyes stiffen as they paced down to the floor, finally releasing his hold on the blades as they absurdly clank to the ground making Alya struggle even more only to make the blade against her neck itch closer into slicing her neck.
"No. Legolas. Don't."