*Looks at the readers defeated* I bloody give you a chance to put in your
input, and either your confused, or wishing for me to continue. Bloody
murder, do you want me just to leave you out of the fun? I'll go ask who's
ever on my IM they seem to be the most opinionated about this. *shakes her
head and laughs* Silly gooses, and to the soul who I confused. What I ment
by that is humans are such easy targets, why would Orcs resist the chance
to torture them, unless there was a bigger fish in the water. Understand?
*Goes to bug a random person on her IM*
Now that I got my opinion, disclaimer I don't own Tolkien's work.
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Haldir chuckled to himself. 'I forgot, yes, we're expecting Thranduil's diplomats for continued good relations in trade.'
'What?' Orophin got caught off guard. 'Diplomats for continued good relations in trade from Thranduil?... So then I can take it we can just leave them?'
'Yes, Lord Celeborn won't mind in the least, he has always hated this continued nonsense. As you can tell we don't trade with Mirkwood, or anyone else.' Haldir stated.
'Suddenly I feel bad for wanting to attack the Orcs. I'm sorry for my earlier irrational behavior Haldir.'
'It's okay, you needed to see the~ benefits of patience.' Haldir paused. 'I hope Rúmil don't run to fast.'
Orophin and Haldir remained in the tree watching the Orcs. They were having such fun with their captors torturing them. Sadly, if it looked like death, or any other permanent damage might occur, the brothers would have no choice but to step in. Until then they were outside Lórien borders and they could not help.
Close to night fall two diplomats break out from the Orcs, running towards Lórien. Orophin raised an eye watching the plight. The two diplomats were bloody, their clothes were torn, they did not look like diplomatics from Thranduil anymore. One of the Orcs raise a bow, aiming for one of diplomats.
'Haldir should we intervene... Haldir!'
Haldir's head jerked to attention, looking instantly out towards the Orcs. He to saw the diplomats running for dear life. He grabbed his bow, knocked an arrow, then aimed at the Orc aiming for the running elves. Then he just waited.
Orophin looks at the Orc ready to fire, then at Haldir, then at the Orc. It confused him why Haldir didn't fire, now would be the time to fire. Taking a deep breath Orophin recalled what his brother said about patience. How it always paid off in the end. As precious seconds pass neither of them firing he glanced up at Haldir.
"Haldir what are you waiting for?!" Orophin insisted. "The Orcs are not going to wait forever."
"Get ready your bow, and don't worry about me." Haldir scolded.
The diplomats ran with all their strength towards the Lórien woods. There they knew they would be safe from the Orcs. One glances back at the Orc aiming at them, as the Orc fires he suddenly trips landing flat on his face. The arrow flying uselessly over his head. The elf scampered to his feet, his buddy helping him up. Where were the elves that protected the wood?
Much to their great relief they passed under the first leaf of the woods. At that instant an arrow flew from a tree above them. Two more elves appeared in the edge firing their bows. They turned to watch the screaming of the Orcs as they drew back, reeling around in confusion and fear.
The diplomats look back at a light brown haired elf, and a lighter blonde elf. Two more appeared from the direction the first arrow flew. The diplomats glared at them coldly.
"Welcome to the land of the lady of the wood." Haldir greeted. "I hope you had a good journey, diplomats of King Thranduil." Haldir barely hid his smile. "Come, they are expecting you."
Haldir walked into the woods, Orophin followed him, then the light brown haired elf. The lighter haired elf motioned for them to enter. The diplomatics reached their boiling point with anger. The whole time they could have been saved the pain of torture if these protectors of Lórien would have reacted.
"The lord, and the lady will hear of this." One warned storming after Haldir.
"Hear of what? We did no wrong." Haldir smirked.
The diplomatics growled behind them, sounding more like Orcs then elves. Haldir leans over towards Orophin to speak to him without prying ears.
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I'm done. :) Speak now or forever hold your peace.
*Goes to bug a random person on her IM*
Now that I got my opinion, disclaimer I don't own Tolkien's work.
~
Haldir chuckled to himself. 'I forgot, yes, we're expecting Thranduil's diplomats for continued good relations in trade.'
'What?' Orophin got caught off guard. 'Diplomats for continued good relations in trade from Thranduil?... So then I can take it we can just leave them?'
'Yes, Lord Celeborn won't mind in the least, he has always hated this continued nonsense. As you can tell we don't trade with Mirkwood, or anyone else.' Haldir stated.
'Suddenly I feel bad for wanting to attack the Orcs. I'm sorry for my earlier irrational behavior Haldir.'
'It's okay, you needed to see the~ benefits of patience.' Haldir paused. 'I hope Rúmil don't run to fast.'
Orophin and Haldir remained in the tree watching the Orcs. They were having such fun with their captors torturing them. Sadly, if it looked like death, or any other permanent damage might occur, the brothers would have no choice but to step in. Until then they were outside Lórien borders and they could not help.
Close to night fall two diplomats break out from the Orcs, running towards Lórien. Orophin raised an eye watching the plight. The two diplomats were bloody, their clothes were torn, they did not look like diplomatics from Thranduil anymore. One of the Orcs raise a bow, aiming for one of diplomats.
'Haldir should we intervene... Haldir!'
Haldir's head jerked to attention, looking instantly out towards the Orcs. He to saw the diplomats running for dear life. He grabbed his bow, knocked an arrow, then aimed at the Orc aiming for the running elves. Then he just waited.
Orophin looks at the Orc ready to fire, then at Haldir, then at the Orc. It confused him why Haldir didn't fire, now would be the time to fire. Taking a deep breath Orophin recalled what his brother said about patience. How it always paid off in the end. As precious seconds pass neither of them firing he glanced up at Haldir.
"Haldir what are you waiting for?!" Orophin insisted. "The Orcs are not going to wait forever."
"Get ready your bow, and don't worry about me." Haldir scolded.
The diplomats ran with all their strength towards the Lórien woods. There they knew they would be safe from the Orcs. One glances back at the Orc aiming at them, as the Orc fires he suddenly trips landing flat on his face. The arrow flying uselessly over his head. The elf scampered to his feet, his buddy helping him up. Where were the elves that protected the wood?
Much to their great relief they passed under the first leaf of the woods. At that instant an arrow flew from a tree above them. Two more elves appeared in the edge firing their bows. They turned to watch the screaming of the Orcs as they drew back, reeling around in confusion and fear.
The diplomats look back at a light brown haired elf, and a lighter blonde elf. Two more appeared from the direction the first arrow flew. The diplomats glared at them coldly.
"Welcome to the land of the lady of the wood." Haldir greeted. "I hope you had a good journey, diplomats of King Thranduil." Haldir barely hid his smile. "Come, they are expecting you."
Haldir walked into the woods, Orophin followed him, then the light brown haired elf. The lighter haired elf motioned for them to enter. The diplomatics reached their boiling point with anger. The whole time they could have been saved the pain of torture if these protectors of Lórien would have reacted.
"The lord, and the lady will hear of this." One warned storming after Haldir.
"Hear of what? We did no wrong." Haldir smirked.
The diplomatics growled behind them, sounding more like Orcs then elves. Haldir leans over towards Orophin to speak to him without prying ears.
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I'm done. :) Speak now or forever hold your peace.