Elrohir of Rivendell, a son of Elrond, was out hunting in the Misty Mountains when he heard a terrible cry echo from one of the orc caverns nearby. He unsheathed his sword and went to investigate. He was drawn by the cry, full of pain and anguish. He knew very well what the orcs did to the unwitting travellers who wandered into their grasp.
He found his way through the winding corridors as fast as he possibly could. He was disturbed by the fact that the cry sounded female.
He heard orcs conversing close ahead, so he left his torch and he creeped into the shadows, moving closer towards the sound. He saw two orcs standing in a doorway, talking in Common Speech. He strained his ears to hear their conversation.
'That human was no fun at all,' the first said.
'No,' the second agreed. 'Although she screamed pretty good when I whipped her.'
'You know, I kinda feel sorry for her. She'll be a right mess after that idiot has his way with her.'
Anger flashed in Elrohir's grey eyes. An innocent female human, probably young as well. Creeping up in the shadows on his light feet, Elrohir sneaked up on the unsuspecting orcs, and decapitated them both with a single, soundless stroke. Their heads and bodies fell to the ground with a minimal clatter, but the orc inside was too busy gloating over his prize to notice what had just happened.
Elrohir sneaked up and stabbed the orc in the back, his body slumping over his prey. Elrohir threw the orc off the human, and was horrified at what he saw.
A half-naked woman lay on the rack. Elrohir could see her right hand was badly burnt. Her right cheek was bloody from a large cut on her forehead. Her skin was deathly white. Elrohir knew he had to get her out of there if she was to survive. The winter winds were starting to whip through the caverns and she would die if he left her any longer.
She was unconscious, and Elrohir picked her up carefully so as not to aggravate her injuries. He felt sticky rivers of blood criss-crossing her back, with pieces of fabric stuck to her skin. He pulled one of his hands away. It was saturated with blood.
He quickly ran outside, carrying her as gently as he could. When he reached his waiting horse, he grabbed a spare blanket and carefully wrapped it around the human's battered body. He looked at her, and his eyes were filled with pity.
'What did they do to you, my poor child?' he whispered.
He carefully placed her on his horse, and climbed up himself and then they rode away to Rivendell, Elrohir keeping a close watch on her. He prayed she would survive the journey.
He found his way through the winding corridors as fast as he possibly could. He was disturbed by the fact that the cry sounded female.
He heard orcs conversing close ahead, so he left his torch and he creeped into the shadows, moving closer towards the sound. He saw two orcs standing in a doorway, talking in Common Speech. He strained his ears to hear their conversation.
'That human was no fun at all,' the first said.
'No,' the second agreed. 'Although she screamed pretty good when I whipped her.'
'You know, I kinda feel sorry for her. She'll be a right mess after that idiot has his way with her.'
Anger flashed in Elrohir's grey eyes. An innocent female human, probably young as well. Creeping up in the shadows on his light feet, Elrohir sneaked up on the unsuspecting orcs, and decapitated them both with a single, soundless stroke. Their heads and bodies fell to the ground with a minimal clatter, but the orc inside was too busy gloating over his prize to notice what had just happened.
Elrohir sneaked up and stabbed the orc in the back, his body slumping over his prey. Elrohir threw the orc off the human, and was horrified at what he saw.
A half-naked woman lay on the rack. Elrohir could see her right hand was badly burnt. Her right cheek was bloody from a large cut on her forehead. Her skin was deathly white. Elrohir knew he had to get her out of there if she was to survive. The winter winds were starting to whip through the caverns and she would die if he left her any longer.
She was unconscious, and Elrohir picked her up carefully so as not to aggravate her injuries. He felt sticky rivers of blood criss-crossing her back, with pieces of fabric stuck to her skin. He pulled one of his hands away. It was saturated with blood.
He quickly ran outside, carrying her as gently as he could. When he reached his waiting horse, he grabbed a spare blanket and carefully wrapped it around the human's battered body. He looked at her, and his eyes were filled with pity.
'What did they do to you, my poor child?' he whispered.
He carefully placed her on his horse, and climbed up himself and then they rode away to Rivendell, Elrohir keeping a close watch on her. He prayed she would survive the journey.