1 I run away



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'Ma!' cried Lorelia, racing across the tiled floor to her mother's side. Roridel was unconscious, breathing through her mouth with a slight trickle of blood down the right side of her face. Next to her was a gagged Isanthe, he was bound by his hands and feet and was struggling against two Orcs holding him down. Four more Orcs were standing around waiting and when she continued to look around, she saw a plump man. He looked familiar... 'You! What did you do to her?! What do you want?!'

'Yes, it is I! Lord Hiralion, the great wizard you met two nights back.'

'Wizard! But you- how?' Lifting his hands, a small thin mist rose from his fingers and surrounded his ears. After a few seconds it faded and Lorelia could see that he had the normal ears of a man. 'How dare you call yourself an elf!'

'I don't call myself an elf, you all just assumed that I was one because of my ears. Your father taught me that one, he used it himself to pass as a human sometimes. He also placed a spell on me so that even that wench Galadriel would be fooled.'

'Don't you call my aunt that!' she shrieked, her arm grabbing at his closest leg. He kicked her, she toe of his boot hitting her knucklebone.

'Watch it.' He said simply, as two of the orcs swooped and took hold of her arms. 'Hand over the crystal.'

'What crystal?'

'You know what I mean. Give it here.'

'Not in this lifetime, do you know nothing? I don't just keep it in my pocket for creatures like you to take.'

'Where is it then?' he demanded trudging off. He searched around, opening drawers and cupboards searching for what he thought were a crystal. *It's not there you stupid lump. It's inside me, you're not going to get it because even I don't know how to get it, Pa might though.* She grabbed a linen cloth from the sink and used it to clean her mother's face. An orc stopped her from untying her mother or Isanthe though.

~Flash~

Lorelia saw herself trapped in a cold stone room with no way out but a small wooden door to her left. She saw that her wrists were cuffed to the walls above her head and watched as she yelled for help. She silenced as the door opened and then started crying for help to the person. It was her father. 'Papa!' Lorelia heard herself scream. 'Who put me here? Help me get out.'

Darthomil let a cold laugh and answered. 'Why on earth would I do that? I want that crystal Aier (Little one).'

'Take it then, I don't want it!'

'Are you sure? You won't be getting it back.'

'I don't care, I never wanted it anyway.'

'Your choice.' He said, slowly backing out of the room.

'Wait! Where are you going?' When he was almost gone he raised a hand and a small ball of purple fire flew up in his palm. Lifting it to his face, he blew it lightly and the flames sprang from his palm to the ground to form a semicircle around her. Lorelia watched as the flames slowly engulfed the lower half of her body, while she screamed and screamed. Slowly, a glittering crystal formed in the shape of a many pointed star rose from her limp form and while the fire roared higher, the crystal glittered in the middle of the room surrounded by flames.

~Flash~

'No.' she let out in a whisper and collapsed to the floor, with Orcs still holding her arms.

When Lorelia woke up, she found her hands tied behind her back. About to jump up, she found that she was riding on the back of a trotting horse. Not wanting to jump off with her hands tied, she looked around to see where she was. 'I see you have woken.' *Gee, you're very observant.* 'Do not worry my dear, we shall be meeting with your father early tomorrow morning.' Came Hiralion's voice from the horse in front of her.

'What do you want from me?' she cried, although she thought she had already asked him that.

'You know what we want dearest, and since we couldn't find it in your rooms or the palace keepsafes, we are off to see whether your father knows of how to obtain it. Now sit still and stop struggling.' Lorelia glanced to the side and saw that her mother was still unconscious on a horse to her right and Isanthe was asleep on a horse to her left. Both their hands were bound the same as hers and alongside each horse walked an orc.

'How did you get my mother to speak before?' she asked, giving up on struggling with the tight binds on her hands.

'Easy actually, I just used a simple spell on her vocal chords.' Lorelia sat in silence waiting for the time when she would meet with her father once again. *It's been so long, he might not recognize me. And what did that flash mean? Is that what he's going to do to me?*

'Si-ruh, whey mus-tuh bee findhing aa placcce fhor thar nigh-tuh.' A rough and heavily accented orc voice cut through Lorelia's thoughts.

'Quite right, we shall stop at the next suitable spot.' Came Hiralion's reply. Suddenly there was a thud making the party freeze. Slowly, Lorelia turned to see what had made the noise and saw Isanthe wriggling around on the ground struggling with the rope holding his wrists together.

'Isa!' his mouth still had the tie around it so that he couldn't talk. *The poor thing must have fallen asleep with it still there.* Swiftly, two orcs bent and lifted him back onto the horse again.

'Stupid boy! Sit still and don't move.'

'He'll be smarter than you ever will be.' Lorelia wouldn't stand for anyone being mean to her brother, he was her closest family.

'Shut up girl.' Lorelia silenced but still glared at the back of his ugly head wishing it would explode. After a minute or so, Hiralion halted the group and dismounted, complaining about a painful headache. Two rough orc hands grabbed her waist and hoisted her down. The claws digging into her cold flesh. Jerking away from he orcs grip she sat with her back against a sturdy oak tree. The orcs were a lot less gentle in bringing down her mother and brother, and when Isanthe was dropped onto the hard soil Lorelia could have torn the orc that did it apart except that another stopped her from standing. Roridel had woken up from the force of being thrown onto the ground and cried out in pain when her head hit.

'Ma! Are you okay? Roridel let out a groan and sat up.

'My head hurts but I think I'll be alright. Lorelia? Where are you?' she asked looking around. Spotting Isanthe lying on the ground she moved over to him on her knees and bent down next to him. 'Isa? How do you feel Aier (little one)?'

'Mama?' Isanthe said drowsily.

'I'm here.' She answered in a soothing voice and sat next to him. Lorelia wanted badly to go and sit with them, but orcs were tying her to the tree with a thick rope. In front of her, two more were attempting to light a fire while Hiralion sat on a boulder and smoked a pipe.

Soon, there was a fair sized fire going in the middle with the party circled around it. More orcs had arrived while Lorelia was resting and were sitting in groups around the prisoners. Her chest was still bound to the tree, but her hands were untied so that she could eat the dry bread and meat they gave her. Lorelia and Isanthe refused to touch the meat as their mother had taught them when they were younger that orc meat was foul and indecent for anyone but themselves.

Lorelia swallowed, feeling the rough bread slide down her throat and watched as Hiralion crossed to the small stream flowing a few yards away. Filling his bottle with the water, he wiped the lid and ordered Lorelia to drink.

Lorelia didn't care if it was his bottle, she needed water. Gulping greedily, she let a few drops run down her throat and neck. Once Hiralion had moved away, her hands were retied and she watched as the same was done to her mother and brother. Although, she thought they had less time to drink and were treated more roughly.

This brought tears to her eyes, but anything she said would do nothing. Sighing, she leant her head on the smooth bark of the tree and looked at her surroundings. There was no chance of escape for any of the three being bound to trees like they were. By now Hiralion had gone to rest against another tree and was slowly dropping off to sleep. He knew Lorelia most probably wouldn't be able to get past the twenty or more orc guards. She listened to the soft rush of water and was reminded of her water fight with Legolas the day before. Watching the water bubble over the many pebbles and stones she thought, *I wish Legolas were here, I wish anyone was here to save me. I hate being helpless like this.* She drifted into a daze, Legolas' face crossing her vision, his calm voice circling her head...

Lorelia dreamt that while she was asleep, a group of around fifteen elven soldiers of Mirkwood were lead by Legolas and were tracking the marks left by the horses and orcs. Having seen the fire, they rushed ahead and silently, a few climbed trees to spy on the group. The Orc guards, being the stupid creatures they were had all dropped off to sleep save for one standing alone and alert next to Lorelia. Obviously, Hiralion hadn't counted on his guards dropping off to sleep.

Legolas signaled for his group to move in and slowly, one by one Lorelia's, Isanthe's and Roridel's ties were undone. Turning his dagger around, Legolas knocked out the one remaining guard. When they were about to leave, Legolas was attempting to wake Lorelia up. 'Lorelia, Lady please wake.' He said in a whisper.

Blinking her eyes, Lorelia realized she hadn't been dreaming. Legolas really was trying to wake her up. How could she have seen what happened before though? 'Lori!' his voice was urgent now. 'Please, get up. They could wake any time now.' Groaning softly she tried to move her arms so that she could push her self up, but they were stiff and sore from half a night of being pushed behind her back and rubbed against a tree. Luckily Legolas was there to help lift her up.

'Legolas?' she asked drowsily blinking sleep away from her eyes. 'What happened? Where's ma and Isa?'

'They're here Miss.' said a gruff voice of a soldier, holding a scared looking Isanthe by the hand. Roridel needed a little help walking and had to lean on another soldier.

'Where are we going?' Isanthe asked.

'Home Aier.' Answered Roridel softly, taking a firm grip on her son's other hand.





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