Travel Guide

A/N: I don't own anything that Tolkien created beside any made up characters

Kerry: Wow this chest has . . .

Authoress: Did you want to be responsible for ruining this story?

Kerryshakes head

Authoress: Good. On with the story . . .

Random orc appears and talks in his native language. Kerry chases him away with her knives.

This is the farthest I've run in a long time Thought the elf, as it collapsed tiredly on the ground. They had stopped at a small clearing in a dense forest. A small stream trickled nearby. The elf hulled itself up and squatted beside the stream, wanting to take a drink before the orcs fouled it. The elf thrust its slim hands into the cool water and cupped them. Bringing the water to its mouth, it looked around at the camp, or rather the fire pit the orcs it had been travelling with, made. It didn't understand why though, they eat their food raw and bloody anyway. Some of the low lives went to find food enough to supply the 50 odd creatures here. If they don't, the elf would lose two of three more of the orcs the Dark Lord had graciously given it, for its disposal.

The elf turned back to the stream, footsteps coming closer to its crouched form. The elf rose, turning to face the head orc.

Speaking in its own language "My lady, We are three days from Mirkwood and need a plan to get in. They have heavy border patrol and are merciless to Dark Warriors."

" If I remember properly, There are many spots where the guard elves do not patrol. How else could I get in and out without detection?" The elf asked, talking her head orc in a no-nonsense tone.

" I'm sorry to have offended you, My Lady"

" I know," the elf said, snapping her delicate fingers," I could be a captive . . . "

" Doesn't that mean we'd have to? ..."

" Yes, yes. Let me finish thinking" with an impatient wave of her hand. "Ok. I have to be treated as a hostage from now on. Pretend that I'm just stupid human or something like that. But the rules are you CANNOT kill me or cripple me in anyway shape or form. I've got a mission to fulfill. Got that?" the orc nodded his head. " Good, now inform the others of what I said and it begins after supper." The orc headed to the nearest troop. The elf grimaced at the thought of what they were having for supper. If she had to have one more bit of orc meat, there would be hell to pay.

The head orc travelled toward his one of his troops, or the elf's troops. He would get the pleasure of torturing the elf, not put up with her stupid little whims or orders. If she hadn't called a stop, they would still be travelling toward the dark forests. He watched as the orc ran off to inform the rest of the group. They would be very pleased with this arrangement. The head orc glanced at the setting sun with a sneer on his face. When the Dark Lord rules, there will be no sun, no light, no stars, or moon to give hope to the creatures of Middle-Earth. Turning his back on the orange sunset, he set off to find rough rope.

The elf dreaded nightfall as the orcs closed in around her, with disgusting and perverted smiles. Her captain came up behind the elf and yanked her arms, roughly, behind her back. There was a mild pain as the orc tied the rope very tight around her wrists. He shoved her forward, toward the others, who were ready with fists, feet and weapons. They beat her with no mercy, none holding back with their punches, kicks, and non-fatal wounds. Their leader held his hand up and the blows stopped coming, the pain stopped coming.

"Put her over there" He commanded, his hand pointing in a vague direction. Many dirty hands picked her up and was transported from one spot, only to be dropped, out of the way, and away from the flickering light of the fire. Orcs crowded around, laughing at crude jokes and saying things she couldn't understand. Black, emptiness was her only comfort as she drifted into an uneasy sleep.

She was unpleasantly awoken by a well-aimed kick at her ribs.

" Get up, you piece of filth" An ugly orc laughed as she tried to get up, only having to be hauled up with groping hands.

"Don't touch me" She received a hard slap, causing her head to be swung back.

" Watch yourself, elf" The orc cautioned. He dragged the elf over the others. With a grin, the leader gave out orders and came to talk to her. All around them the orcs chewed bones, and doused their fire pits. Hissing, the heat disappeared in a mushroom cloud of smoke.

" We'll be running today. And we're not stopping until I give the command. How's the pain holding up?"

" Good" She lied with a defiant smile on her face.

" Let me add to that feeling" He punched her hard in the stomach. The elf bent over double, from his blow and a disgusting smile came across his face. As much as he loved killing, he loved torturing even more. He knew how much a strong elf could take before dying. He knew what humans had weaknesses for, how they screamed as they died on the battlefield. The sound was music to his twisted ears.

" Move out" with that he started a pace that seem good in the beginning but grew tiring as you go, but orcs had no feelings, no pain, no emotions besides the pleasure in killing and acts of terror.

Two days later

The travelling group arrived at the borders of Northern Mirkwood.

" Bring her to me" The commander ordered. The elf was pushed forward, collapsing on the ground before him. She looked like she hadn't had sleep in a couple months, bruises showed on her slightly tanned flesh and the dried blood clung to her torn clothes and hair.

" Get up, firstborn!" She tried and failed horribly. He motioned for two orcs to hold her up. Once she was upright, her head lolled about her shoulders. With a rough hand, an orc grabbed her hair and held the wounded head still.

" Now what?" He demanded. She stared at him, her eyes covered by the bruised skin around them.

" Two hours. . . no patrol. . . best time." Her usually arrogant voice sounded raspy as she only had one drink of water in the last day.

" Bring her water and. . .meat" The two orcs that held her let go and she with a thud, to the hard ground, "Now we wait." He kicked the weak elf so that she was on her back. He heard a crack, a catch in her breathing and a moan. No doubt the blow cracked or broke her ribs. He sat beside her and closed his eyes to the blinding light. In a next couple hours who knows what would happen.

A/N: I Know!! I Know!! Sorry about the lateness of the new chapter. I was on vacation and my computer recently had a virus. I lost my drafts and the works. Please R&R