I really didn't plan on this chapter being like this, but I personally like
how this chapter is! Read on…
Orc Pile Of Fifteen
"Why did you jump out here in the first place?" Ellrolin snapped at Elhenin.
"Be quiet!" hissed one of the orcs in his gravelly voice as he clenched tightly onto Ellrolin's shoulder. "Or the little elfies might here you! We don't want that, do we?" Ellrolin shivered as the orc's face drew closer to hers. His teeth were rotted and his foul breath went across her face.
"Keep them quiet or we will all be beheaded!" hissed another. "All we need is one of those Elf boys to see us and we'll be history."
"No," croaked another. "We'll be fine now."
Elmeraith stopped struggling when firm hands bound her like a knot. Ropes were secure around her feet and hands. One side of her face was being drug against the grass and twigs. She watched, as they were drug farther and farther from the battle. Farther from safety the elves could give them, they were drug around a corner. The battle could be heard, but the three girls couldn't see any sign of it anymore. All they could see was a small area of land with scattered bones around a low fire and a crooked table of rock. It began to grow dark, but the clatter of swords and weapons didn't stop so soon.
Arwen knocked on a door. There came no answer. 'I could have sworn that this is Elmeraith's room,' she thought. She cracked the door open and on the floor were a few of Elmeraith's dresses. "Elmeraith?" she called. Still no answer came, but her own voice, slightly echoing.
"Hmm," she whispered curiously. "The girls must have gone for a walk, but I haven't seen them all day…"
Lenomial stumbled again as he tripped over carcasses. He growled to himself and pulled himself up, clutching his bloody shoulder. It seemed that it had been so long, but it had only been fifteen minutes or so.
Legolas came around, slewing orcs with his long knives. His arrows had been spent long ago. "Lenomial!" he exclaimed when he came upon the staggering elf. "You need to rest somewhere!"
"No," Lenomial objected. "The women…the half-elven women are…" Lenomial began to fall back into unconsciousness.
"No, they're far away in the village. You need to clear your head…" Legolas began to say.
"NO!" exclaimed Lenomial, his eyes wide as if he were suddenly alert. "No, no, they have come. The princesses are here. They were taken away by…" he began coughing and sputtering. "taken by Orcs. That direction!" Lenomial lazily pointed to a direction with his good hand.
"Are you sure?" Legolas said. "It was no hallucination?"
"No," answered Lenomial. "It was real."
Legolas frowned. "Come, let me take you to safety and I'll gather elves to find them."
"But, I'm too heavy and how can you protect yourself if you're…?" but Legolas bent down and slung his friend over his shoulders. "Ugh," Legolas grumbled. His friend was close to the same weight as Legolas.
"Legolas," Lenomial choked out. "You're scaring me."
"Well, I'm going to have to scare you if you want to be tended to. You need to be somewhere safe," Legolas answered as he carried Lenomial over his back.
One orc approached the three huddled half-elves. "This one cut off my two fingers!" he hissed at Ellrolin's face, holding up a three-fingered hand. He turned to the thirteen orcs that were nearby. "I say we stick em' one by one. It's been long since we've eaten good, fresh flesh."
"No," grumbled another. "Let us all play first with them."
"Then what are we waiting for?" he shouted. "The others will miss all the fun and we can have it all ourselves while the war goes on!"
"Greshnok KNOWS we brought women. He's too strong for anyone to stick. He'll come and have his fun first or he might track us down one by one if we have all the fun. He says he gets fun first, that mangy mutt, and what he says goes."
They all growled and mumbled in the dark. Elmeraith snuggled closer in between her sisters at the words of the orcs. 'Someone help us!' she thought to herself.
Legolas set Lenomial down to rest against a tree. "They will come and aid you any moment now. We just have to wait."
"Just go after the girls. They need more help than I do," said Lenomial in a croaky, dry voice. He licked his parched lips and cringed at the pain in his shoulder.
"But if orcs find you before Healers come—," Legolas interrupted. He paused for a moment. "I said that I'd wait with you. Don't worry about anything else." Lenomial didn't argue anymore, but he hated being a burden when the others could be searching for the girls already.
Finally, the Healers came to aid Lenomial.
Legolas left quickly without a word after seeing that he wouldn't get another word out of Lenomial if he wanted any. Lenomial fell quickly out of consciousness as the Healers slipped medicine in between his dry lips.
Legolas brought together some of his friends that weren't wounded and gathered them all in a circle, a little ways off from the battle. "Half of us must keep fighting," said Legolas breathlessly. "We cannot forget why we came here, but I need a few to head that direction with me very quickly and try to save some of the woman from the village." Ears pricked with surprise at Legolas's words. "Let us hurry."
They split up in groups and separated, only five elves behind Legolas.
"He's here," hooted a dark-green orc. "Greshnok is here."
Elhenin's breath became fast. "I…I'm scared," she whispered
Elmeraith nodded and tried to cuddle up to her sisters as much as possible. "We'll be alright," she tried to comfort them. "Don't worry about a thing." But when a very large dark-skinned orc came up, Elmeraith shivered with fright. He was a large Uruk-Hai with long hair and large, slanted yellow eyes.
"You didn't spoil them, did you?" he growled, making his way like a cat, over towards the three girls.
"No, we didn't. They are unblemished," said one quaking orc.
"Good," said Greshnok. "Very good." He got so close to them that Elmeraith could feel his hot, foul breath on her face. His eyes glittered as one who could see well in the dark. "Which pretty elf is first?" he asked. He laughed and grabbed onto Elmeraith's arm that was tied securely with ropes. He pulled her towards the table of rock and laid her across it. He seemed to have no trouble with her, though she fought him with all her might.
"Can't you see? You can't hurt me or get away, even when I untie you," he said, firmly holding onto her wrist as he began to pull off the ropes. He laid her across the table and used the ropes again to tie her arms and legs to the legs of the table.
The other orcs watched from a few yards away with interest. A few of them had smiles on their faces, for they loved to watch torture. But a few of them frowned and murmured curses, for they wanted to do torturing.
"You see: us orcs EAT Human flesh. If I'm not mistaken your close enough. We enjoy torturing and eating at the same time. I'm so sorry that you wont enjoy is as much as I," came his croaky voice, deep in his throat.
"We want fun too," came a voice. It was croaky and as husky as any of the other's voices. "You fleabag should share!"
Elmeraith's eyes widened at the voice. Was it Elhenin's? She couldn't rightly tell.
"Who said that?" growled Greshnok, turning around quickly. His eyes were red like fire, staring amongst the orcs. There came no answer from the orcs. They all seemed to look puzzled. "Was it you, Hemihk?" Greshnok asked, stepping close to one incredibly old orc.
"No! It was Drefin!" said the old orc, pointing to another. Before long, Greshnok roared curses. "You filthy scum of the earth! Tell me! I'll rip every one of you apart till I find out!" Greshnok turned to Elmeraith again. "No matter," he whispered to himself. "I'll still get the fun."
"I'd like to see you try! We're as hungry as you are, you maggot!" croaked the mysterious voice again.
Greshnok howled as if he had been stabbed and turned around. He beheaded the nearest orc and then they all seamed to be on top of each other, fighting. Weapons were tossed and orcs were slewn, but one orc came out of the pile alive. He stumbled out and Elhenin and Ellrolin could clearly see that it was Greshnok. He growled at the pile of carcasses and kicked them. "You fools!" he hissed. "You're no match for me." Once again he kicked the pile, but lost his balance. He began to yell as he fell forwards, desperately trying to gain his balance.
'Sloosh," came a noise. Ellrolin and Elhenin turned away as Greshnok fell upon the pile and a sword, still firmly in an orc's hand, sunk through him. His dark blood stained the sword as it came out through his back.
They all stayed in their places for a moment. "Is-Is he dead?" Elmeraith finally stammered out. She couldn't see anything really except the dark sky above her.
"Yes," Elhenin said shortly. There was a silence again.
"Elhenin, you are brilliant!" Ellrolin finally said. "We're alive! You tricked them with your voice and now we can leave!"
Elmeraith sighed. "Yes," she said. "We're alive…but we're not free."
Ellrolin slumped. "We're still tied."
Will they get untied? What will Legolas say? Will he be angry? (He should be). LOL. Wait till next time. I have tons of homework! I probably wont be able to continue till tomorrow.
Orc Pile Of Fifteen
"Why did you jump out here in the first place?" Ellrolin snapped at Elhenin.
"Be quiet!" hissed one of the orcs in his gravelly voice as he clenched tightly onto Ellrolin's shoulder. "Or the little elfies might here you! We don't want that, do we?" Ellrolin shivered as the orc's face drew closer to hers. His teeth were rotted and his foul breath went across her face.
"Keep them quiet or we will all be beheaded!" hissed another. "All we need is one of those Elf boys to see us and we'll be history."
"No," croaked another. "We'll be fine now."
Elmeraith stopped struggling when firm hands bound her like a knot. Ropes were secure around her feet and hands. One side of her face was being drug against the grass and twigs. She watched, as they were drug farther and farther from the battle. Farther from safety the elves could give them, they were drug around a corner. The battle could be heard, but the three girls couldn't see any sign of it anymore. All they could see was a small area of land with scattered bones around a low fire and a crooked table of rock. It began to grow dark, but the clatter of swords and weapons didn't stop so soon.
Arwen knocked on a door. There came no answer. 'I could have sworn that this is Elmeraith's room,' she thought. She cracked the door open and on the floor were a few of Elmeraith's dresses. "Elmeraith?" she called. Still no answer came, but her own voice, slightly echoing.
"Hmm," she whispered curiously. "The girls must have gone for a walk, but I haven't seen them all day…"
Lenomial stumbled again as he tripped over carcasses. He growled to himself and pulled himself up, clutching his bloody shoulder. It seemed that it had been so long, but it had only been fifteen minutes or so.
Legolas came around, slewing orcs with his long knives. His arrows had been spent long ago. "Lenomial!" he exclaimed when he came upon the staggering elf. "You need to rest somewhere!"
"No," Lenomial objected. "The women…the half-elven women are…" Lenomial began to fall back into unconsciousness.
"No, they're far away in the village. You need to clear your head…" Legolas began to say.
"NO!" exclaimed Lenomial, his eyes wide as if he were suddenly alert. "No, no, they have come. The princesses are here. They were taken away by…" he began coughing and sputtering. "taken by Orcs. That direction!" Lenomial lazily pointed to a direction with his good hand.
"Are you sure?" Legolas said. "It was no hallucination?"
"No," answered Lenomial. "It was real."
Legolas frowned. "Come, let me take you to safety and I'll gather elves to find them."
"But, I'm too heavy and how can you protect yourself if you're…?" but Legolas bent down and slung his friend over his shoulders. "Ugh," Legolas grumbled. His friend was close to the same weight as Legolas.
"Legolas," Lenomial choked out. "You're scaring me."
"Well, I'm going to have to scare you if you want to be tended to. You need to be somewhere safe," Legolas answered as he carried Lenomial over his back.
One orc approached the three huddled half-elves. "This one cut off my two fingers!" he hissed at Ellrolin's face, holding up a three-fingered hand. He turned to the thirteen orcs that were nearby. "I say we stick em' one by one. It's been long since we've eaten good, fresh flesh."
"No," grumbled another. "Let us all play first with them."
"Then what are we waiting for?" he shouted. "The others will miss all the fun and we can have it all ourselves while the war goes on!"
"Greshnok KNOWS we brought women. He's too strong for anyone to stick. He'll come and have his fun first or he might track us down one by one if we have all the fun. He says he gets fun first, that mangy mutt, and what he says goes."
They all growled and mumbled in the dark. Elmeraith snuggled closer in between her sisters at the words of the orcs. 'Someone help us!' she thought to herself.
Legolas set Lenomial down to rest against a tree. "They will come and aid you any moment now. We just have to wait."
"Just go after the girls. They need more help than I do," said Lenomial in a croaky, dry voice. He licked his parched lips and cringed at the pain in his shoulder.
"But if orcs find you before Healers come—," Legolas interrupted. He paused for a moment. "I said that I'd wait with you. Don't worry about anything else." Lenomial didn't argue anymore, but he hated being a burden when the others could be searching for the girls already.
Finally, the Healers came to aid Lenomial.
Legolas left quickly without a word after seeing that he wouldn't get another word out of Lenomial if he wanted any. Lenomial fell quickly out of consciousness as the Healers slipped medicine in between his dry lips.
Legolas brought together some of his friends that weren't wounded and gathered them all in a circle, a little ways off from the battle. "Half of us must keep fighting," said Legolas breathlessly. "We cannot forget why we came here, but I need a few to head that direction with me very quickly and try to save some of the woman from the village." Ears pricked with surprise at Legolas's words. "Let us hurry."
They split up in groups and separated, only five elves behind Legolas.
"He's here," hooted a dark-green orc. "Greshnok is here."
Elhenin's breath became fast. "I…I'm scared," she whispered
Elmeraith nodded and tried to cuddle up to her sisters as much as possible. "We'll be alright," she tried to comfort them. "Don't worry about a thing." But when a very large dark-skinned orc came up, Elmeraith shivered with fright. He was a large Uruk-Hai with long hair and large, slanted yellow eyes.
"You didn't spoil them, did you?" he growled, making his way like a cat, over towards the three girls.
"No, we didn't. They are unblemished," said one quaking orc.
"Good," said Greshnok. "Very good." He got so close to them that Elmeraith could feel his hot, foul breath on her face. His eyes glittered as one who could see well in the dark. "Which pretty elf is first?" he asked. He laughed and grabbed onto Elmeraith's arm that was tied securely with ropes. He pulled her towards the table of rock and laid her across it. He seemed to have no trouble with her, though she fought him with all her might.
"Can't you see? You can't hurt me or get away, even when I untie you," he said, firmly holding onto her wrist as he began to pull off the ropes. He laid her across the table and used the ropes again to tie her arms and legs to the legs of the table.
The other orcs watched from a few yards away with interest. A few of them had smiles on their faces, for they loved to watch torture. But a few of them frowned and murmured curses, for they wanted to do torturing.
"You see: us orcs EAT Human flesh. If I'm not mistaken your close enough. We enjoy torturing and eating at the same time. I'm so sorry that you wont enjoy is as much as I," came his croaky voice, deep in his throat.
"We want fun too," came a voice. It was croaky and as husky as any of the other's voices. "You fleabag should share!"
Elmeraith's eyes widened at the voice. Was it Elhenin's? She couldn't rightly tell.
"Who said that?" growled Greshnok, turning around quickly. His eyes were red like fire, staring amongst the orcs. There came no answer from the orcs. They all seemed to look puzzled. "Was it you, Hemihk?" Greshnok asked, stepping close to one incredibly old orc.
"No! It was Drefin!" said the old orc, pointing to another. Before long, Greshnok roared curses. "You filthy scum of the earth! Tell me! I'll rip every one of you apart till I find out!" Greshnok turned to Elmeraith again. "No matter," he whispered to himself. "I'll still get the fun."
"I'd like to see you try! We're as hungry as you are, you maggot!" croaked the mysterious voice again.
Greshnok howled as if he had been stabbed and turned around. He beheaded the nearest orc and then they all seamed to be on top of each other, fighting. Weapons were tossed and orcs were slewn, but one orc came out of the pile alive. He stumbled out and Elhenin and Ellrolin could clearly see that it was Greshnok. He growled at the pile of carcasses and kicked them. "You fools!" he hissed. "You're no match for me." Once again he kicked the pile, but lost his balance. He began to yell as he fell forwards, desperately trying to gain his balance.
'Sloosh," came a noise. Ellrolin and Elhenin turned away as Greshnok fell upon the pile and a sword, still firmly in an orc's hand, sunk through him. His dark blood stained the sword as it came out through his back.
They all stayed in their places for a moment. "Is-Is he dead?" Elmeraith finally stammered out. She couldn't see anything really except the dark sky above her.
"Yes," Elhenin said shortly. There was a silence again.
"Elhenin, you are brilliant!" Ellrolin finally said. "We're alive! You tricked them with your voice and now we can leave!"
Elmeraith sighed. "Yes," she said. "We're alive…but we're not free."
Ellrolin slumped. "We're still tied."
Will they get untied? What will Legolas say? Will he be angry? (He should be). LOL. Wait till next time. I have tons of homework! I probably wont be able to continue till tomorrow.
