Chapter Number: 14
Chapter Title: Elle Leaves a Clue
Original Chapter Title: Elle Leaves Glove
Elle opened her eyes. She quietly looked around her. A fire was going. It was dark. 'Where was the orc?' She turned over on her stomach and she heard it breathing. The other side of the fire grumbling in it's sleep. 'Smart.' Elanor thought 'Left me to run away, did it?' She slowly stood up and began to crawl away from the fire. 'Or not.' She thought in dismay. A rope was tied to her leg. Turning around she glanced at her captor. Elle ran her fingers around the rope. 'Elvish. Just perfect. I'm being held captive by my own rope.' She brought the rope up to her teeth and began to gnaw on it. 'This is useless, and I know it. This rope can't possibly break, I would know, I watched the elves themselves weave it.' So she ran her hand along the rope to find where the other end was attached. The rope lifted itself slightly above the ground and snaked itself around the fire. 'Oh no.' Elle thought, 'It must be tied to Mr. No-Brain's belt.' For it was, the heavy orc snored loudly as he rolled over onto the leash.
'I must do something to let them know I'm here.' Elle looked at her glove. 'Pip, always said that if he was ever captured, he would leave something behind to help his friends track him. I can't afford to lose anything else on me and I don't believe I will be fighting much. And if I do...' Elle took a deep breath, 'I'll just fight my own mind. That would be my only choice. I can't afford to let my weak mind over rule my actions anymore. Living being, or not, this creature tried to kill me.'
Elle swallowed hard and took off the glove and threw it as far as her shoulder would allow. 'I cannot do it, even if I had the glove or not, I can not kill. My weakness, or my strength, it brings pain to my heart.' Elanor wept. Feeling even weaker in spirit she curled up on the grass and gazed into the flames. 'What is wrong with me?'
"Alright halfling! Up!" The orc yelled. Elanor unfurled her self and stood up brushing herself off.
"I do not suppose you mind untying me?" She grumbled. The orc let out a hideous laugh, and he started to run a light jog. Exhausted and extremely hungry, Elle was towed along. Deliberately lagging behind, she slowed the monster down.
"I guess you aren't as strong as I anticipated, small one." It growled.
"You believe I can keep such a pace with out having the proper nourishment before embarking on such a journey?"
"No. And I have not had my proper nourishing yet today either." It licked its lips.
"Be my guest." Elle challenged, spitting in his face.
"I can not accept that invitation just yet," It snarled. "For your purpose it far greater than keeping my belly full; for now" It smiled, lifted the Took into the air and threw her over his shoulder.
'He must think I have the ring.' Elle sadly thought. 'I wonder if they were told to go after the Hobbits. Greedy beast. Probably left the brainless bunch to have it for himself. I am doomed.' Elle thought pounding the orc's back with her fists. Of course, the mind is such the greater tool in this situation.
A.N.: ELLE: Stupid, fat, orc
LAURI: Wow, those are some LONG authors notes there Elle. Lol. Oh well, it kinda gets right to the point doesn't it. I agree. Well, in response to a review that said "I hope Lauri doesn't die." Or something like that. I just have to say this. "You're in for a ride!" bwaheeheee. R/R pleeeeeeease
Chapter Title: Elle Leaves a Clue
Original Chapter Title: Elle Leaves Glove
Elle opened her eyes. She quietly looked around her. A fire was going. It was dark. 'Where was the orc?' She turned over on her stomach and she heard it breathing. The other side of the fire grumbling in it's sleep. 'Smart.' Elanor thought 'Left me to run away, did it?' She slowly stood up and began to crawl away from the fire. 'Or not.' She thought in dismay. A rope was tied to her leg. Turning around she glanced at her captor. Elle ran her fingers around the rope. 'Elvish. Just perfect. I'm being held captive by my own rope.' She brought the rope up to her teeth and began to gnaw on it. 'This is useless, and I know it. This rope can't possibly break, I would know, I watched the elves themselves weave it.' So she ran her hand along the rope to find where the other end was attached. The rope lifted itself slightly above the ground and snaked itself around the fire. 'Oh no.' Elle thought, 'It must be tied to Mr. No-Brain's belt.' For it was, the heavy orc snored loudly as he rolled over onto the leash.
'I must do something to let them know I'm here.' Elle looked at her glove. 'Pip, always said that if he was ever captured, he would leave something behind to help his friends track him. I can't afford to lose anything else on me and I don't believe I will be fighting much. And if I do...' Elle took a deep breath, 'I'll just fight my own mind. That would be my only choice. I can't afford to let my weak mind over rule my actions anymore. Living being, or not, this creature tried to kill me.'
Elle swallowed hard and took off the glove and threw it as far as her shoulder would allow. 'I cannot do it, even if I had the glove or not, I can not kill. My weakness, or my strength, it brings pain to my heart.' Elanor wept. Feeling even weaker in spirit she curled up on the grass and gazed into the flames. 'What is wrong with me?'
"Alright halfling! Up!" The orc yelled. Elanor unfurled her self and stood up brushing herself off.
"I do not suppose you mind untying me?" She grumbled. The orc let out a hideous laugh, and he started to run a light jog. Exhausted and extremely hungry, Elle was towed along. Deliberately lagging behind, she slowed the monster down.
"I guess you aren't as strong as I anticipated, small one." It growled.
"You believe I can keep such a pace with out having the proper nourishment before embarking on such a journey?"
"No. And I have not had my proper nourishing yet today either." It licked its lips.
"Be my guest." Elle challenged, spitting in his face.
"I can not accept that invitation just yet," It snarled. "For your purpose it far greater than keeping my belly full; for now" It smiled, lifted the Took into the air and threw her over his shoulder.
'He must think I have the ring.' Elle sadly thought. 'I wonder if they were told to go after the Hobbits. Greedy beast. Probably left the brainless bunch to have it for himself. I am doomed.' Elle thought pounding the orc's back with her fists. Of course, the mind is such the greater tool in this situation.
A.N.: ELLE: Stupid, fat, orc
LAURI: Wow, those are some LONG authors notes there Elle. Lol. Oh well, it kinda gets right to the point doesn't it. I agree. Well, in response to a review that said "I hope Lauri doesn't die." Or something like that. I just have to say this. "You're in for a ride!" bwaheeheee. R/R pleeeeeeease