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Thanks to Kyrillia for the fantastic review!
Ok that's it. sorry to slow everything down, lets go.
Chapter three: - Something unexpected.
Kurina was still sailing on air as she coursed down the stairs to the lower sections of the tower- two other women! How fantastic! Yes one IS a typical girly elf that has no reason being in prison and should be riding horses, shooting arrows and wearing expensive garments- but this other girl seemed to be of use. Why didn't her brothers tell her, no wonder they had been acting weird all week.
She reached the lower entrance just in time, sweeping her hair out of her face she saw her brothers huddled around something- but what in the world was it? It was tiny and limp, over the commotion though she could hear the faint breath sounds of some sort of tired out creature.
"What is it?" she asked excitedly trying to peer over the broad shoulders of the capturing orcs. She flitted about with no joy of seeing anything. The were hurrying upstairs, with her desperately following, when her brother, who was bringing up the rear pulled her back,
"This prisoner is of no concern of yours, Kurina" he lowered his eyes and focused them on her, "You are best to wait till the dust settles before you go enquiring or even daring to look at it" he said exercising his authority in a hard tone that didn't allow for questions. Kurina moved back from his faced and pursed her lips as he made off with the other great big sweaty orcs who were trailing up the main stairway.
Kurina walked over to the main doors in feeling very out of sorts. She felt removed from her body in sort of an intense fainting feeling. She slumped down against the door. What had just come about in the last hour or so seemed to have turned her upside down. A bucking bronco act with a wraith, the discovery of two other girls- there! -And lastly the prisoner who was being kept under wraps- literally.
She was still marvelling at her morning, she hadn't even had her breakfast yet. She jumped up feeling a great starvation from nowhere only to here something from behind the doors.
"Aaaarrrgh!"
Her ears raised up and moved back, which happened when orcs were on alert, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Is-is-is someone there?" she stammered, the thing sounded quite fierce; pressing her ear against the doors she strained herself to the limit to try and hear something. All she could hear was fading footsteps.
Considering the amount of things that lived in the desolate lands of Mordor there was a very short list to explain that sound- all on the list had some sort of fangs, great agility and strength, and a hunger for easy food, the most likely explanation was the noise came from a claw beast (native to the other side of the vale) who had just lost his lunch.
In the breakfast hall, Kurina had regained her footing on the world. She was infact jumping over a table.
"Grirlak give me that, I found it first!" she called after a training Orc hunter who had stabbed a piece of her breakfast. It was the only piece of meat she had seen for roughly three weeks.
She leaped over the orderly tables in the large, dank and as usual brownish red in colour room. It had six large wooden table lined together horizontally with food spread around the outside. A podium at the front allowed leaders to deliver "inspirational" speeches.
Kurina jumped again, Grirlak had sprung down from the last table and was sprinting around to the kitchens. Taking a short cut through a few plates she followed.
Chef Bilriuth was non too impressed at them as the crash on his grim wooden floor. Craned over a large boiling cauldron of the usual cocktail of bark and anything else he turned an angry glance to them, heaped on top of each other. "What is this?" he hissed. The two jumped up. He was the only chef, slightly old and rough around the edges. His white and blue scales were turning red, either from the cooking fire or anger, and his white hair in a large V down his back and on his arms (still visible around his tunic bristled).
Kurina wiped herself off and pulled a lock of hair out of her eyes, "'M really sorry, Bilriuth, won't happen again" Kurina muttered avoiding his livid stare.
"Won't happen again" Grirlak whispered after her. An angry finger pointed them back to the hall, they were lucky to escape so easily; hell hath no fury like an "unappreciated" chef in Morgul.
Kurina had been sent to her room to "think about what she had done". It was quite clear all who heard the chef's growls thought it was hilarious, but they had to do something to make it look as if they didn't think it was funny.
Kurina was practicing with her only weapon, a knife, and all the different moves her brothers had taught her before she remembered the prisoners.
She ran back to the room by the stairs where the elf girl was, she was now asleep, but as she watched the silver haired lady nestling to get comfy, she heard thundering steps, she jumped in and shut the door over leaving a tiny inch of it open.
"Put him over there by that girl" ordered a voice, clearly orc.
"By Firefly?" asked someone.
Firefly?
"Yes, no wait there is a claw beast next to her, try the next cell"
"Right you are"
There was a bustling about and Kurina slipped out and stood by the doorframe of the new prisoners cell.
The largest Orc, Polus was dishing out the orders. He flexed his muscles in a sort of triumphant, I'm-so-more-important-than-all-of-you sort of way.
"When do we call him for questioning, master?" asked his right hand man, certainly more than half serpent, his slithery movements (since he was always half bent over and moving his head like a charming serpent) and blue forked tongue would give anyone the shivers- especially Kurina. Her blood ran like ice water if he touched her.
She watched as Polus picked the prisoner up by the shoulder with one hand, examining him loosely, "Dunno" he responded, "When ever it wakes up I suppose. We better go back to---" at this Kurina stopped listening and jumped into the nearest cell; all cells only opened from the outside when the lock was turned with a certain key, which changed quite often. Kurina though always managed to find one.
She stood inside and shut over the door slightly; the orc group went past talking and thumped down the stairs heavily again.
Feeling a great relief, Kurina turned around and faced the cell; a few words came to mind- Claw, great, big and beast. Luckily so did sleeping. The shaggy thing on the floor, when on all fours about waist height was out for the count. Her eyes wide open in fear, she ran out, the claws spread on the floor, unretracted were enough to send her moving.
She was outside her room when curiosity got the better of her- She had to see the prisoner.
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A/N- Remember reviews of any kind greatly received and flames shall be faced water and bravery!
Thanks to Kyrillia for the fantastic review!
Ok that's it. sorry to slow everything down, lets go.
Chapter three: - Something unexpected.
Kurina was still sailing on air as she coursed down the stairs to the lower sections of the tower- two other women! How fantastic! Yes one IS a typical girly elf that has no reason being in prison and should be riding horses, shooting arrows and wearing expensive garments- but this other girl seemed to be of use. Why didn't her brothers tell her, no wonder they had been acting weird all week.
She reached the lower entrance just in time, sweeping her hair out of her face she saw her brothers huddled around something- but what in the world was it? It was tiny and limp, over the commotion though she could hear the faint breath sounds of some sort of tired out creature.
"What is it?" she asked excitedly trying to peer over the broad shoulders of the capturing orcs. She flitted about with no joy of seeing anything. The were hurrying upstairs, with her desperately following, when her brother, who was bringing up the rear pulled her back,
"This prisoner is of no concern of yours, Kurina" he lowered his eyes and focused them on her, "You are best to wait till the dust settles before you go enquiring or even daring to look at it" he said exercising his authority in a hard tone that didn't allow for questions. Kurina moved back from his faced and pursed her lips as he made off with the other great big sweaty orcs who were trailing up the main stairway.
Kurina walked over to the main doors in feeling very out of sorts. She felt removed from her body in sort of an intense fainting feeling. She slumped down against the door. What had just come about in the last hour or so seemed to have turned her upside down. A bucking bronco act with a wraith, the discovery of two other girls- there! -And lastly the prisoner who was being kept under wraps- literally.
She was still marvelling at her morning, she hadn't even had her breakfast yet. She jumped up feeling a great starvation from nowhere only to here something from behind the doors.
"Aaaarrrgh!"
Her ears raised up and moved back, which happened when orcs were on alert, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Is-is-is someone there?" she stammered, the thing sounded quite fierce; pressing her ear against the doors she strained herself to the limit to try and hear something. All she could hear was fading footsteps.
Considering the amount of things that lived in the desolate lands of Mordor there was a very short list to explain that sound- all on the list had some sort of fangs, great agility and strength, and a hunger for easy food, the most likely explanation was the noise came from a claw beast (native to the other side of the vale) who had just lost his lunch.
In the breakfast hall, Kurina had regained her footing on the world. She was infact jumping over a table.
"Grirlak give me that, I found it first!" she called after a training Orc hunter who had stabbed a piece of her breakfast. It was the only piece of meat she had seen for roughly three weeks.
She leaped over the orderly tables in the large, dank and as usual brownish red in colour room. It had six large wooden table lined together horizontally with food spread around the outside. A podium at the front allowed leaders to deliver "inspirational" speeches.
Kurina jumped again, Grirlak had sprung down from the last table and was sprinting around to the kitchens. Taking a short cut through a few plates she followed.
Chef Bilriuth was non too impressed at them as the crash on his grim wooden floor. Craned over a large boiling cauldron of the usual cocktail of bark and anything else he turned an angry glance to them, heaped on top of each other. "What is this?" he hissed. The two jumped up. He was the only chef, slightly old and rough around the edges. His white and blue scales were turning red, either from the cooking fire or anger, and his white hair in a large V down his back and on his arms (still visible around his tunic bristled).
Kurina wiped herself off and pulled a lock of hair out of her eyes, "'M really sorry, Bilriuth, won't happen again" Kurina muttered avoiding his livid stare.
"Won't happen again" Grirlak whispered after her. An angry finger pointed them back to the hall, they were lucky to escape so easily; hell hath no fury like an "unappreciated" chef in Morgul.
Kurina had been sent to her room to "think about what she had done". It was quite clear all who heard the chef's growls thought it was hilarious, but they had to do something to make it look as if they didn't think it was funny.
Kurina was practicing with her only weapon, a knife, and all the different moves her brothers had taught her before she remembered the prisoners.
She ran back to the room by the stairs where the elf girl was, she was now asleep, but as she watched the silver haired lady nestling to get comfy, she heard thundering steps, she jumped in and shut the door over leaving a tiny inch of it open.
"Put him over there by that girl" ordered a voice, clearly orc.
"By Firefly?" asked someone.
Firefly?
"Yes, no wait there is a claw beast next to her, try the next cell"
"Right you are"
There was a bustling about and Kurina slipped out and stood by the doorframe of the new prisoners cell.
The largest Orc, Polus was dishing out the orders. He flexed his muscles in a sort of triumphant, I'm-so-more-important-than-all-of-you sort of way.
"When do we call him for questioning, master?" asked his right hand man, certainly more than half serpent, his slithery movements (since he was always half bent over and moving his head like a charming serpent) and blue forked tongue would give anyone the shivers- especially Kurina. Her blood ran like ice water if he touched her.
She watched as Polus picked the prisoner up by the shoulder with one hand, examining him loosely, "Dunno" he responded, "When ever it wakes up I suppose. We better go back to---" at this Kurina stopped listening and jumped into the nearest cell; all cells only opened from the outside when the lock was turned with a certain key, which changed quite often. Kurina though always managed to find one.
She stood inside and shut over the door slightly; the orc group went past talking and thumped down the stairs heavily again.
Feeling a great relief, Kurina turned around and faced the cell; a few words came to mind- Claw, great, big and beast. Luckily so did sleeping. The shaggy thing on the floor, when on all fours about waist height was out for the count. Her eyes wide open in fear, she ran out, the claws spread on the floor, unretracted were enough to send her moving.
She was outside her room when curiosity got the better of her- She had to see the prisoner.
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A/N- Remember reviews of any kind greatly received and flames shall be faced water and bravery!