Threats

Eleniel: 18

"Drop your weapons, or I'll kill 'er."

Feredir quickly glanced at Glorfindel, who nodded once, before throwing his sword to the floor.

He looked back to the orc in front of him. The ugly monster who was currently holding Lord Elrond's youngest child in a very uncomfortable-looking position with a dagger pointing straight at her heart.

Eleniel looked terrified, tears spilling from her eyes as she clutched the orc's other gnarled hand, wrapped around her throat and keeping her still.

"Free her, and we will let you live," Glorfindel said in a dangerous tone, not at all meaning what he said but sounding quite convincing nevertheless. He kept his face expressionless, eyes narrowed slightly as he gradually stepped forward, keeping his eyes on the weapon aimed to kill the elleth in his arms at any moment.

The orc stepped back, unconsciously pushing the blade into Eleniel's skin. She whimpered in pain, squeezing her eyes shut as a small red stain slowly started to appear through her tunic.

"Stay away, blasted elves! I'll kill 'er, I promise ya, I'll do it!" the creature snarled, tightening his grip on the Peredhel's throat and making her gasp for breath.

As the orc's head turned the slightest bit at the noise, Glorfindel made his move. Quickly, he reached down to grab both his and Feredir's swords up, throwing his second-in-command's one into his ready hands. They ran forward, the balrog-slayer immediately raising his sword up high and bringing it down again to create a slash across the orc's arm.

The creature screamed, loosening his hold on Eleniel and dropping the dagger.

Glorfindel grabbed the elleth, and Feredir rushed forward to deliver the killing blow on the unsuspecting orc.

It fell, death coming to it quicker than both Glorfindel and Feredir liked.

"Fin," came a teary voice, and Glorfindel looked at the elf in his arms. Her eyes were puffy and red, the tears' dam having broken quickly after being cut.

"Oh, my little one," the balrog-slayer said, pulling her closer into his arms and hugging her tight, as if his life depended on it. He took a deep breath, blinking the tears from his own eyes as he saw Feredir grab a bandage and some healing herbs out of the corner of his eye.

He couldn't understand it. With each patrol he had been on in the past, alone with Feredir and some other elves, everything had gone perfectly according to plan. But, now Eleniel was old enough to join them, something bad always seemed to happen.

Trouble seemed to follow her everywhere.