chapter 5
Hîrsá sighed climbing a tree, she had a horrible, sickening feeling that something was going to happen no matter how much she tried to ignore it, and it kept getting worse. She stopped, fear spiked through her as she looked to see a large group of orcs running in their direction at a rapid speed.
Arrows flew at the three elves rapidly, they tried shooting back, but there were too many, and they were soon out of arrows. 'ELROHIR.' Elladan yelled seeing an arrow lodge itself in his twin's shoulder; dark red blood started staining his clothes.
'I'm alright,' he reassured standing only to be knocked back down by another.
'Elladan,' Legolas called, 'there are too many, we have to retreat.'
'There's no way out,' the Noldor returned, 'we're trapped. Where's Hîrsá?' fear ran through him as he realised his sister was missing.
'She went off before we were attacked.' Elrohir told him as he was helped up.
'Valar help and protect her.' He muttered as the orcs closed in.
Hîrsá fell to the ground, landing awkwardly on her side as her bow fell from her hand. She tried reaching for her sword, which landed near her, but a firm boot trod on her hand.
'I don't think so.' A being warned putting a sword to her throat cutting her lightly.
'My lord?' a smaller orc crept by him.
'Let the men have a play with this one, but I want her alive when they have finished,' he turned to her and grabbed her by her throat, 'although you will more than likely beg for death when they are done.' He laughed cruelly as she was dragged off.
Hîrsá closed her eyes against everything, doing the slightest thing hurt too much. She shut everything out of her mind praying that the nothingness of unconsciousness would swiftly take her again, but it would not.
The orcs jeered loudly as she was whipped again with a roughly nailed long chain, which dug into her skin, her whole unclad body was smeared with blood from head to toe. Suddenly she felt the sharp shock of heavily salted and multi poisoned water hit her hard before they moved on to another weapon. She wanted more than anything to scream out, but the pain to even breathe was too great.
'Time to get that arrow out.' An orc grinned holding up a rough unsharpened blade and dug it in to her shoulder and roughly cut around the arrow that was lodged in her shoulder and pulled it out with a chunk of skin.
The elf flinched seeing what the creatures were doing to her. 'We have to do something.' One whispered.
'No, we can't, there are too many, we have to go back and report to Lord Elrond.'
'Must we?' he asked. 'Can't we just say there was nothing?'
'No, he will want to know, no matter how much it breaks his heart, he will want to know.'
'He loves her dearly; it will be hard to break it to the three of them especially since Lady Celebraín suffered a similar fate.' He agreed, they slowly walked back to the camp.