Merry and Pippin stopped talking and listened.
"GET HER OVER HERE SHE IS JUST A GIRL! HOW HARD CAN IT BE TO BRING DOWN A SHE-ELF?!"
"Well, boss it would be much easier if she hadn't gone through COMBAT TRAINING or had a sword."
"I DON'T CARE! NOW GET HER!"
The Orcs went silent and Merry and Pippin waited for whatever came next. Then there was a voice, a female voice. "You'll never get me! You don't have the brains to take me down!"
That was the last spoken insult that the bound hobbits heard. The rest was metal on metal, sword on sword. Suddenly, all was still, and an unconscious shape was thrown down by the hobbits.
"Who do you think she is, Pippin?"
"I don't know," Pippin, who at this point had freed himself from the ropes, but was unable to escape because the perimeter was too well guarded, scrambled over to the silent figure, "Let's find out!"
"Uhhh . . . Pip, you may not wanna do that if she is that elf that the Orcs were fighting you may not want to confront her."
"Awwww . . . Why not? She's out co--"
Out of the blue a hand shot up and grabbed Pippin by the neck, "Ya know, you should listen to your friend there more often. He's apparently smarter than he looks." The elf looked up with laughing, sparkling, green eyes. "By the way, I'm Zoarria, and I'm assuming you guys were captured as well?"
Merry just looked at her. "Uhhh . . . uhhh . . ."
Pippin still in Zoarria's grasp was struggling, "Put me down you . . . you . . GIRL!" Zoarria dropped him and looked at him, her eyes were no longer laughing.
"And what, may I ask is wrong with being a girl?"
Pippin looked at her and with full confidence said, "I just don't like girls."
Zoarria looked at Merry, who was still staring at her in a daze, "Your friend there ain't too smart is he? He also has a big mouth. But you, you, I haven't heard a word out of. Can I have your names?"
Pippin, who by now was bored and had started searching for four leaf clovers in the patch of grass he was sitting in, looked up, "I'm Pippin."
"And you Silent One?"
Merry just looked at her blankly, "My name is uhhhh . . . uhhhh . . ."
"Do you have a name? I know you can talk, I heard you while pretending to be unconscious." Finally something clicked in Merry's head, he looked quickly away from Zoarria and muttered, "Merry, that's it, my name is Merry."
"Well, Merry, if you'll talk to me, we may be able to devise a plan to get out of here, since your friend over there, doesn't seem like he'll be much help it looks like its just you an' me."
At the insult to Pippin, Merry came alive with fire, "Don't EVER insult Pippin like that again! He may not be particularly bright but he's a GREAT friend!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how much he meant to you."
"Don't worry about it, you didn't know." Merry looked up and got lost in her eyes all over again. When he looked down again he realized something.
"Hey guys, why am I the only one still tied up?"
"GET HER OVER HERE SHE IS JUST A GIRL! HOW HARD CAN IT BE TO BRING DOWN A SHE-ELF?!"
"Well, boss it would be much easier if she hadn't gone through COMBAT TRAINING or had a sword."
"I DON'T CARE! NOW GET HER!"
The Orcs went silent and Merry and Pippin waited for whatever came next. Then there was a voice, a female voice. "You'll never get me! You don't have the brains to take me down!"
That was the last spoken insult that the bound hobbits heard. The rest was metal on metal, sword on sword. Suddenly, all was still, and an unconscious shape was thrown down by the hobbits.
"Who do you think she is, Pippin?"
"I don't know," Pippin, who at this point had freed himself from the ropes, but was unable to escape because the perimeter was too well guarded, scrambled over to the silent figure, "Let's find out!"
"Uhhh . . . Pip, you may not wanna do that if she is that elf that the Orcs were fighting you may not want to confront her."
"Awwww . . . Why not? She's out co--"
Out of the blue a hand shot up and grabbed Pippin by the neck, "Ya know, you should listen to your friend there more often. He's apparently smarter than he looks." The elf looked up with laughing, sparkling, green eyes. "By the way, I'm Zoarria, and I'm assuming you guys were captured as well?"
Merry just looked at her. "Uhhh . . . uhhh . . ."
Pippin still in Zoarria's grasp was struggling, "Put me down you . . . you . . GIRL!" Zoarria dropped him and looked at him, her eyes were no longer laughing.
"And what, may I ask is wrong with being a girl?"
Pippin looked at her and with full confidence said, "I just don't like girls."
Zoarria looked at Merry, who was still staring at her in a daze, "Your friend there ain't too smart is he? He also has a big mouth. But you, you, I haven't heard a word out of. Can I have your names?"
Pippin, who by now was bored and had started searching for four leaf clovers in the patch of grass he was sitting in, looked up, "I'm Pippin."
"And you Silent One?"
Merry just looked at her blankly, "My name is uhhhh . . . uhhhh . . ."
"Do you have a name? I know you can talk, I heard you while pretending to be unconscious." Finally something clicked in Merry's head, he looked quickly away from Zoarria and muttered, "Merry, that's it, my name is Merry."
"Well, Merry, if you'll talk to me, we may be able to devise a plan to get out of here, since your friend over there, doesn't seem like he'll be much help it looks like its just you an' me."
At the insult to Pippin, Merry came alive with fire, "Don't EVER insult Pippin like that again! He may not be particularly bright but he's a GREAT friend!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how much he meant to you."
"Don't worry about it, you didn't know." Merry looked up and got lost in her eyes all over again. When he looked down again he realized something.
"Hey guys, why am I the only one still tied up?"