The jostling of the horse brought more pain to her shoulder, an arrow still lodged there. Anna was under the shadows of the trees when she realized there were far fewer orcs in the forest than when she first summoned them, or so it seemed anyway. Maybe the rest had already gotten to the other side of the trees.
The, she heard orcs screams, closer and closer, as if some prey was killing of the orcs and making its way to her. The darkness under the trees blinded her from what was happening to the orcs but she was not sure she wanted to see it anyway. The dead orcs she did pass looked squashed and charred black like the shadows.
Her horse squittered and wheeved out of the way but from what she could not see. A branch caught its way around Anna's torso but instead of ripping lose as the horse ran, it lifted her off the horse, painfully ripping her hand out of the reins it had been wrapped in.
'This is not orc,' one of the Ents spoke to another in its own, language.
'Leave it outside for the men to deal with,' another replied. Dark deep eyes looked at Anna from tree barks and she swore she was hallucinating.
She was place at the edge of the forest and being all turned around when he was picked up, she exited the forest as quickly as possible. When she found light, she found it glaring on a kingly armor and Rohirrim emeralds.
'Theoden had allowed me to deal with you,' Aragorn stated atop his horse with Rohirrim soldiers behind him. 'You will be treated as a prisoner of war. We will find your punishment after the rest is cleaned up. Legolas and Gimli will watch you until then.' He left and Anna was left breathless with his kingly air, how efficiently and coldly he handled her.
Legolas dismounted his horse and the two made their way to her. Legolas had fitted an arrow to his bow as Gimli roughly took the daggers about her belt. 'Legolas-' she started but Gimli interrupted.
'Speak but a word, sorceress, and the elf will not miss this time.' Gimli lifted her right arm and she hissed in pain but Legolas had raised his arrow at the sound. She bit her tongue. His eyes were cold and his jaw hard but hurt could still be seen in his face. How could he figure out what was a trick and what wasn't without assuming everything was a trick?
Seeing as how both her arms were shot, they let her walk slowly to the makeshift chairs and benches just in front of Helm's Deep. They made her sit as they dealt wit her wounds, Legolas on her right and Gimli on her left.
'It's broken,' Gimli commented as he held her hand. She had numbed herself from the pain but his manipulations irritated it. She tried to pull her hand away but the dwarf just held it firmer. 'I will have to set this,' he said more to Legolas than to her.
'At the same time, then,' Legolas said and he broke off the end of the arrow in her shoulder. That didn't hurt that bad. The arrowhead was still sticking out her back.
Gimli nodded. 'Wait,' Anna demanded shakily. 'What are you going to do?'
'One,' Legolas counted, laying his hand on her shoulder and the other dug into her wound to get a firm grip on the arrowhead.
'Two,' Gimli went on. On three, which neither of them counted aloud, pain split through both side of her body. She doubled over in her chair, not being able tot tell which hurt more, her hand or her shoulder. The arrow was out but a numb pain made it feel like something was still there. Her left hand felt like she had broken it again only this time without the adrenaline of running away.
She cried out a moan into her lap, tears stinging her eyes. 'You are cruel to your prisoners,' she groaned.
Legolas pulled her back up, more gentle than before. 'It would have been cruel to let you lose use in both your arms,' he replied. His clear blue eyes held pain but also hope for her.
Gimli had gotten bandages to be wrapped around her hand and a sling for her other arm. He tried hiding a smirk, not a cruel smirk enjoying her pain, but a smirk in enjoying her company once more. The injuries alone were punishment enough.