Elven Translations in ^bold^
Legolas listened to the quite chirping of the birds. He was slightly surprised that Mallorn wasn't singing with them. She had done so since they had left Greenwood. Perhaps she still slept? That wasn't like her, to sleep past dawn.
The youngest prince of Greenwood rolled over, his blue eyes widened in shock. Mallorn wasn't in her bedroll. Sitting up, he noticed that young Boromir was missing too. "Aragorn, Arwen! Eria! In h(n bauglannen Yrch!" ^Rise! The children (have been) oppressed/taken (by) Orcs! ^
Mallorn moaned. She felt as if she had been hit with one of Sam's iron frying pans. She opened her eyes, and almost shut them again. Hovering above Mallorn was a hideous Orc. "Well, well," it mocked, "The icky princess is awake!"
Mallorn growled. (Have you ever seen an Elf growl before? Must be scary!) "Taur Orch! Kel!" she hissed. ^ Abhorrent Orc! Go away! ^
The Orc whipped her across the cheek, "Never speak that language around me!" Mallorn's cheek began to bleed heavily, but she ignored it. She longed to stick an arrow through the Orc, but her hands were cruelly bound behind her back.
Boromir began to sob. Loud, ear racking sobs. The Orcs hissed, covering their ears. "I WANT MY MOMMY AN' DADDY! WAAAHHH!" Boromir yelled. Mallorn stumbled over to him.
"Shh, It'll be all right, don't worry," she soothed. "Your mom and dad, and mine, will come soon, and then we can go home. Don't worry."
" 'Don't worry', " the Orcs mimicked, laughing insanely. Mallorn glared at the Orcs. If only she could reach her knife. Where was her knife? It was no longer in its sheath at her side. Looking around, she saw an Orc examining the fine Elven blade. Next to him, and Orc was testing her bows strength.
That was the last straw. Mallorn gave a loud cry, and kicked out at the Orc with her blade. He jumped back, a look of surprise on his face. That look quickly changed to one of glee. "Ooh, the Elf wants to fight, eh? Hey, Snidaraz! Fight the Elf!" An Orc was shoved forward. Mallorn's bonds were cut, and her knife was thrust into her hands.
With a deft throw, her knife was imbedded in the Orc's throat. She snatched the blade back, and ran towards Boromir. Scooping him up, she took to the woods around her.
TWANG! THUD! An arrow slammed into her shoulder. Stumbling, she continued heading towards to trees, vaguely aware that she was bleeding. Another thud, and an arrow was protruding from the side of her stomach. 'How'd that get there?' Mallorn wondered, as a thick mist seemed to envelop her.
She was unconscious before she hit the ground.
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Legolas listened to the quite chirping of the birds. He was slightly surprised that Mallorn wasn't singing with them. She had done so since they had left Greenwood. Perhaps she still slept? That wasn't like her, to sleep past dawn.
The youngest prince of Greenwood rolled over, his blue eyes widened in shock. Mallorn wasn't in her bedroll. Sitting up, he noticed that young Boromir was missing too. "Aragorn, Arwen! Eria! In h(n bauglannen Yrch!" ^Rise! The children (have been) oppressed/taken (by) Orcs! ^
Mallorn moaned. She felt as if she had been hit with one of Sam's iron frying pans. She opened her eyes, and almost shut them again. Hovering above Mallorn was a hideous Orc. "Well, well," it mocked, "The icky princess is awake!"
Mallorn growled. (Have you ever seen an Elf growl before? Must be scary!) "Taur Orch! Kel!" she hissed. ^ Abhorrent Orc! Go away! ^
The Orc whipped her across the cheek, "Never speak that language around me!" Mallorn's cheek began to bleed heavily, but she ignored it. She longed to stick an arrow through the Orc, but her hands were cruelly bound behind her back.
Boromir began to sob. Loud, ear racking sobs. The Orcs hissed, covering their ears. "I WANT MY MOMMY AN' DADDY! WAAAHHH!" Boromir yelled. Mallorn stumbled over to him.
"Shh, It'll be all right, don't worry," she soothed. "Your mom and dad, and mine, will come soon, and then we can go home. Don't worry."
" 'Don't worry', " the Orcs mimicked, laughing insanely. Mallorn glared at the Orcs. If only she could reach her knife. Where was her knife? It was no longer in its sheath at her side. Looking around, she saw an Orc examining the fine Elven blade. Next to him, and Orc was testing her bows strength.
That was the last straw. Mallorn gave a loud cry, and kicked out at the Orc with her blade. He jumped back, a look of surprise on his face. That look quickly changed to one of glee. "Ooh, the Elf wants to fight, eh? Hey, Snidaraz! Fight the Elf!" An Orc was shoved forward. Mallorn's bonds were cut, and her knife was thrust into her hands.
With a deft throw, her knife was imbedded in the Orc's throat. She snatched the blade back, and ran towards Boromir. Scooping him up, she took to the woods around her.
TWANG! THUD! An arrow slammed into her shoulder. Stumbling, she continued heading towards to trees, vaguely aware that she was bleeding. Another thud, and an arrow was protruding from the side of her stomach. 'How'd that get there?' Mallorn wondered, as a thick mist seemed to envelop her.
She was unconscious before she hit the ground.
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