Chapter two - A New Arrival
Elrond paced the four walls, irritated, how long had he been kept in here with no sigh of life? Long enough. Not even his captors had shown themselves. The Elven Lord's eyes flared as he punched his fist into the wall, loosing the tranquil calm that he usually possessed for a flickering moment.
"Stop this Elrond, you will not bring yourself any comfort, or think sense by carrying on in this way". He scolded himself for his outburst of anger, and closed his eyes, slowly bringing himself back to his usual state of mind.
Just as the Elven Lord settled himself back down to the ground where he has first been seated, he heard a rustle, and the door to his cell was flung open. In marched two orc guards, dragging a body into the cell with them. One of the orcs grunted something to the other, then they tossed the limp form onto the cold stone floor. It fell with a dull thud and remained still. The first orc delivered a carefree kick to it's side, then they vacated the room, slamming the heavy wooden door behind them, and bolting it securely on the other side. Elrond, unmoved from his spot in the corner of the room, watched the figure, it looked lifeless, so small and vulnerable He stood and moved towards it, gently tapping it on the shoulder. Much to his surprise, the figure rolled over with a high pitched shriek, and began scrambling away from him, a fearful look in it's blue eyes. When it had reached a corner, it buried it's face in its knees and began to sobs.
Elrond looked at it. It was a she, with very long brown hair, darkened with sweat, dirt and blood. It hung limply down to the floor as she sat. He skin, what he could see of it anyway, was very fair and caked with blood. Her clothing was ripped to shreds and barely covering her. She shivered. He could not tell whether it was cold or fear, but whatever the case, she was shivering violently. Elrond walked towards her, concern in his eyes, and placed his cloak around her shoulders.
She shied away, disgusted by the touch of any male, yet gratefully received the warmth of his cloak. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she looked at the male, who was kneeling in front of her, gazing at her intently and curiously, slight concern showing in his beautiful eyes.
"She's elven" he thought to himself before settling more comfortably down in front of her.
He looked at her.
She glared back at him.
He opened his mouth to speak,
And she got up and stumbled away from him, placing herself in the furthest corner away from him.
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K well here is the second chapter, let me know if you like it! Any suggestions?
Xxx
Lucretia
Elrond paced the four walls, irritated, how long had he been kept in here with no sigh of life? Long enough. Not even his captors had shown themselves. The Elven Lord's eyes flared as he punched his fist into the wall, loosing the tranquil calm that he usually possessed for a flickering moment.
"Stop this Elrond, you will not bring yourself any comfort, or think sense by carrying on in this way". He scolded himself for his outburst of anger, and closed his eyes, slowly bringing himself back to his usual state of mind.
Just as the Elven Lord settled himself back down to the ground where he has first been seated, he heard a rustle, and the door to his cell was flung open. In marched two orc guards, dragging a body into the cell with them. One of the orcs grunted something to the other, then they tossed the limp form onto the cold stone floor. It fell with a dull thud and remained still. The first orc delivered a carefree kick to it's side, then they vacated the room, slamming the heavy wooden door behind them, and bolting it securely on the other side. Elrond, unmoved from his spot in the corner of the room, watched the figure, it looked lifeless, so small and vulnerable He stood and moved towards it, gently tapping it on the shoulder. Much to his surprise, the figure rolled over with a high pitched shriek, and began scrambling away from him, a fearful look in it's blue eyes. When it had reached a corner, it buried it's face in its knees and began to sobs.
Elrond looked at it. It was a she, with very long brown hair, darkened with sweat, dirt and blood. It hung limply down to the floor as she sat. He skin, what he could see of it anyway, was very fair and caked with blood. Her clothing was ripped to shreds and barely covering her. She shivered. He could not tell whether it was cold or fear, but whatever the case, she was shivering violently. Elrond walked towards her, concern in his eyes, and placed his cloak around her shoulders.
She shied away, disgusted by the touch of any male, yet gratefully received the warmth of his cloak. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she looked at the male, who was kneeling in front of her, gazing at her intently and curiously, slight concern showing in his beautiful eyes.
"She's elven" he thought to himself before settling more comfortably down in front of her.
He looked at her.
She glared back at him.
He opened his mouth to speak,
And she got up and stumbled away from him, placing herself in the furthest corner away from him.
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K well here is the second chapter, let me know if you like it! Any suggestions?
Xxx
Lucretia
