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Enelya could feel the blood rushing through her veins before she opened her eyes. She knew that she should be doing something, but she couldn't remember what it was. The furious pulsating that seemed to spread through her whole body, summoned her to open her eyes. It was only then that she realized that her eyes were closed completely. Suddenly, everything came rushing back - the orcs, Frodo and Boromir missing, running through the forest with Legolas, Merry and Pippin's screams...her screams. Other things started to push their way into her conscience - the dull ache that pounded in her head, the subtle numbness in her hands and feet, the blood that soaked her tunic, the smell of orc all around her.

Cautiously, she moved her arms and realized that her hands and her feet were bound together. Faintly, she could hear small whispers in a panicked voice. She opened her eyes and saw orcs - orcs everywhere - it was also the first time that she realized that she was moving - that she was being carried, and judging by the smell, it couldn't be anything but an orc that was carrying her. She could see in front of her Merry and Pippin being carried too - Pippin was moving, but Merry was immobile. Enelya sent up a prayer to the Valar as she took stock of her injuries, it would take a miracle for them to survive.

"Eh, the filthy she-elf is awake," shouted an orc behind her, "she's moving!"

Suddenly the orc carrying her stopped, and for the briefest moment, her eyes connected with Pippin's. The terror that was in his eyes tore at her very soul because she knew that there was nothing she could do to help him - she had failed everyone and death would be the result for all. Out of nowhere, Enelya felt like she was flying until she slammed down hard on the ground. Looking up, she saw the orc that had been carrying her, leering lustfully down at her.

"Well, well, lookee here what we got boys - a nice little elf to have some fun with - you are going to scream for mercy before we're done with ya," he commented, his nostrils flaring at his words.

Obnoxiously high-pitched giggling tore her gaze away from him to her left - more orcs that were running behind them, stopped and approached the pair. Enelya inwardly shuddered as she thought of all the stories that she had heard about elleths and orcs, and what happened when the two were mixed. Abruptly, a crowd of orcs surrounded her and started forward. All that Enelya could hear was the blood rushing through her body and Pippin's screams.

"Enough. We're not stopping now - you'll get your fun soon enough," commanded a voice from the front. Chastised by his commander, Enelya was thrown over the orc's should roughly, and proceeded to bounce around like a rag doll on his shoulder as he ran. After a short while, she lost her battle with unconsciousness.

Later, Enelya was jolted awake when she was thrown to the ground again. Shaking out the cobwebs, she looked around and was relieved to see that Merry and Pippin were still alive and that Merry had becfome conscious again. Vaguely in the background, she could hear orcs arguing about food, but she paid no attention to them because of the orc that stood over her yet again.

"Time for a little snack,hmmm," said the orc grinning. "I've been carrying you for days, and now I'm hungry. I think I'm in the mood for a little elf leg - how about you?" Seeing the tremors that racked her body at this, he assured her, "Don't worry, I like my dessert first - I won't start dinner until we've all had our dessert."

Despite her struggle to remain calm, Enelya turned deathly pale at the rape threat. In fact, she was sure that it was more of a promise than threat. She closed her eyes as a dozen orcs joined her former transport mule, and started advancing on her, lust in their beady eyes. I'm coming home, Tathar, I'm coming to you. She thought as she prayed for a swift death that she knew would never come.

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