A/N: Mwahahaha…new chappie! Yay! Australia's won the ARL! And its only 26 days till rotk opens in Aus :)! Oh and the pickup line Arwen uses is an actual AFI quote from this interview that has since spread around my ENTIRE school! Argh. Thanks to Senni for the quote though.
Estel sat in the mud, depressed. Rescuing Arwen had sounded like a good idea at the time. But now it was raining, and he was cold, wet and hungry. Not to mention completely lost. And to make matters worse, his beloved pants were now filthy. He stood up and kicked a rock. Hard. It flew into the trees in front of him. He heard a loud thunk, followed by a shout in a harsh language. Estel soon found himself surrounded by a large band of Dunlendings. A VERY large band of Dunlendings.
"Will you have sex with me?" Arwen asked innocently. Hunter looked across at her.
"No? Then rape it is!"
The pair giggled hysterically. Arwen was having the time of her life. So she had been kidnapped and forced to wear a shirt that covered her midriff. She was with AFI!
"More rum, m'lady?" Adam asked.
"Hell yeah!"
Adam poured her another glass. Arwen began singing madly,
"Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me…."
Estel's heart was in his mouth. The menacing looking band of Dunlendings was moving in closer and closer. His mind raced as he tried to remember all that Elrond had taught him about fighting. For some reason, all he could remember from 11 years of lessons was Elladan's story about the time Elrond had gotten drunk and tried to make out with a tree. He giggled as he remembered the elder twin acting the story out.
"Oh, so he thinks it's funny that you just killed our captain?!" one growled.
"N-no, I was thinking of this other thing and-" Estel tried to explain, terrified of what was going to happen to him. Elladan had also told him many stories about the Dunlendings. None of them would make him giggle.
"Oh I'm going to enjoy this…" one said, stepping forward. Another stopped him.
"No. We can't kill him." He grinned. "Yet."
"Why not?!"
"He might know something important. And he will not be pleased if we slaughter someone so..." he paused, searching for the right word. "Intelligent."
A few started to cackle with glee. Estel felt his stomach tighten. Despite what he always said about never being afraid of anything, the truth was, now as he stared at what could possibly be the last face he would ever see, he was terrified. One of the Dunlendings came up behind him a fingered his shirt.
"He's wearing el-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Estel spun around, quick as a flash, and in one fluid motion removed his head from his shoulders. There was a shocked silence. The mayhem broke out. Estel held his sword steady as he prepared to be engulfed by a tide of enraged warriors.