Hidden Darkness
Hello fellow fanfictioners! This is my first fanfic, which was inspired by a late night chat with mistopurr when she came over to my placeÉhope you like itÉread onÉplease r&r cheers!
"Get along you scum, and be quiet about it, else I'll have your tongues for dinner!
The normally tranquil forest was disturbed by the tramping of careless feet, much heavier and hurried than those of the light elves that occupied the area. Animals scurried back to the safety of their burrows and even the trees recoiled from the evil creatures that invaded their world.
The orc leader scanned the area with narrow eyes that seemed to glow with a cold light. He revelled in the perversity of their mission; anything which hurt or defiled the elf-race gave him pleasure, but he didn't underestimate their skills, especially on their own territory. His company also watched, alert and eager for blood.
As they approached the elf city of Elandell, the orcs slowed to a cautious walk. Many wrinkled a deformed nose at the scent of the elves that they found so disgusting.
"Eurgh! It stinks here. Come on, let's give these pansy elves a midnight surprise and go home. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to.
The orc who had spoken was ugly, even for an orc, and more stupid than most as well. His upper body was too big for his legs, and a scar across one eyebrow had half-closed that eye. The other was discoloured and shifty. What little hair he had was lank and gritty, and he walked with a limp. The orcs called him Ôthe unfortunate one', or Deshgrim.
Deshgrim stepped forward towards the buildings, but found himself flat on the floor. The leader, Jagh, had neatly stuck out one foot and tripped him up. The rest of the group began to laugh at the unfortunate one's stupidity, but were silenced by a black look from Jagh. He did not want their secrecy compromised.
Deshgrim rose to his feet and began to threaten and protest, but in a flash Jagh was holding a dagger to his throat. Deshgrim's expression turned from anger to fear immediately.
"Try that again, you bastard, and you'll feel the bite of my blade a little better on your miserable neck. I'll not have our position betrayed by an upstart who'd rather be safe at home than punishing elf-filth." The larger orc threw Deshgrim roughly back at the group, who received him with hard eyes and cold shoulders. Pushed to the back, Deshgrim smouldered. Always he was the one to be ridiculed and punished.
Jagh took a final look around and listened for any elf patrols, then gave the order to move forward. As the orcs ran steadily through the town, they branched off one by one and entered the buildings they passed.
Some threw torches into libraries or galleries, watching as the works of art burned, and laughing in satisfaction.
Others ransacked the armouries; the armour was useless to them, but some of the weapons they could use. The rest they destroyed, knowing that the elves would be weakened.
Some raided the larders and treasuries; although they crushed the lembas bread underfoot and poured the down drains Ð elven food was unpalatable to them.
But eventually they all came to the sleeping quarters; where they killed the men as they slept or fought them to the death; murdered the children in their cots, and raped the elf-women, who resisted valiantly but were inevitably overcome.
As dawn approached, and Elandell lay ravaged and burning in her quiet forest, the few remaining orcs who had not been killed slipped off into the trees, homebound. Their work was done. Only two or three male elves survived; and all the children had been stabbed or suffocated, but every female elf remained alive, though battered. From the youngest to the oldest, every one of them had been raped.