Name: Mother-Sister, speak to me
Author: AegnorTelemnar-DeadeyePrudence
Disclaimer: None of Tolkien's characters or places or ideas are mine. The rest is.
She was sprayed with the black blood of the orcs as she slashed through them. The cave stank of dead orcs, yet she did not give up and kept fighting for the life of the two beings near the slit entrance of the cave. Both her hands were available to her right now and so it was much easier for her to fight. Yet she felt as if the orcs just kept coming. There was definitely a large bunch with the girl. But soon she saw the orcs slowing down with the attacks. They were now fewer in numbers. Elenwen swung her sword again with more newfound force. Soon she was through with all the orcs.
She walked out of the slit, as quickly as her tired body would permit her. After all she had gone to the river and back and also fought off so many orcs alone. She found that the child was sitting upright against a rock with the baby in her arms and was singing a song. Her voice was beautiful. 'Much better than my own,' thought Elenwen. The child looked up at Elenwen and smiled softly. Elenwen smiled back at the child. She looked inquisitively at the child. The child quickly caught on on what Elenwen was trying to ask.
"I can't remember anything at all. Not even my name or who my parents were. I have been trying to remember for so long, but all I can remember is the whips of these worthless creatures," she said after giving a shudder at the mention of the orcs. Elenwen sat down next to her. " I am happy you killed them. I have been with them for as long as I can remember. I am also happy to have met you. I had agreed to give up if I didn't meet anyone. I am glad that I waited."
She handed the baby to Elenwen, who got up but looked once again at the child. 'The child must heal, but we must move on quickly. Roaming orcs will pick up the scent of death. We will go to the stream. They will not cross the stream, not after the rumours of it having a murderous beast in it. The stream is not far, maybe 3 leagues from here. I must get back to the palace. But this route was only known to Daeron, and he is passed. Ai, Valar, I must see if I can find any maps in their bags.' When Elenwen looked back at the child, she saw that the child was standing up perfectly well on her two feet.
"They didn't harm my feet, only my back. They said that they had to make sure that I had hands and feet left to work for them," the child replied, as if she knew what Elenwen was thinking.
Elenwen walked into the cave through the slit and motioned for the child to follow her. The child hesitantly walked through and shuddered as the sight of the dead orcs. Elenwen saw this, walked over to the child and gently covered her eyes with her own hand. She carefully led the child out of the cave, where the elven camp was previously situated. She saw that some bags were carelessly strewn across the forest floor. She picked up a bag and looked inside. All she found was a bit of paper, a quill and some ink. She looked into some of the other bags until she found a flask of miruvor in one of the other bags. Yet there was no trace of a map. She used her head to work out which direction the palace was in.
'If we have been going northwest for around a week, and the sun has set to my left, then I am facing north. I must turn to my south, but the stream is to the southwest. So if I go southwest to the stream, after I have refilled the flasks, to my right or the northeast.' She looked around for any trace of food, but didn't find anything. She turned around to face the child. Smiling softly, she started walking towards the stream and took the child's hand in her own.
After walking a few minutes or so, Elenwen thought, 'Ahhhhh! I completely forgot about checking if the orcs had any food with them.' She quickly turned around and sprinted back to the cave. She looked around the cave for any traces of food.
'Nothing! Absolutely nothing! This is a thing unheard of! Orcs ravage and pillage! But they haven't stolen the food here, or at least they don't have it with them or have already eaten it.'
And so Elenwen turned around and sprinted back to where the frightened child was waiting. But she failed to notice the map that hung from one of the orc's hand, a map that showed all the details of the forest of Mirkwood written in Elvish.
Sorry it was short! Notes for my reviewers:
0jenjen0: I added extra commas to the previous chapter Abby!
Moriarwen: Yeah maybe I think I will slow down. Thanks for the advice!
Cilmesse: Yeah maybe skirmish would be a better word to use. I did change the age mistake. There may be some grammar mistakes but that is probably because English happens to be my third language!
Ebony Falcon: Thanks! I love the apple trick too. It maybe because I was taught it at military training!
Constructive criticism appreciated but please try not to be too hard, English is my third language!