A/N: There are few things I couldn't figure out how to work into the story, so I'm going to tell them to you here: Hearic is the "once-elf" from the prologue(if you don't remember him, you can go back and check it, I got that fixed so it no longer is Ch. 2 in that slot), and "the Master" is the Voice from the prologue, in case you can't guess it. It's not very obvious. The whole story takes place about a century after LOTR, and I took a few liberties in changing some of the events, they'll be explained as they come up. I'm sorry I've taken so long getting this up, now that basketball season is over and parade season still a month away(I'm in band) I should have enough time to get the chapters up more frequently. An additional Disclaimer: The flashback format I'm using in this chapter(and probably others) is not mine, It's geminigrrl's. I did ask permission before I used it. And again, nothing of Tolkien's is mine, but the rest is.
Chapter 5: The Dark Elf
Hearic surveyed his catch with pleasure. Not only had he caught the girl, but the Prince of Mirkwood as well! The Master would be pleased.
Hearic shuddered at the memory that thought had brought to the surface of his mind. The Master certainly hadn't been pleased with his last report. He was lucky he wasn't dead, after his orcs had failed so miserably.
FLASHBACK
"WHAT! How could you fail in so simple a task? Surely it can't be that difficult to capture a disoriented and confused girl!"
Hearic was shaking where he knelt. He had never seen the Master, but his voice was more than enough.
"It won't happen again, Master."
The Master's voice grew deadly soft as he replied.
"You're right. It won't."
END FLASHBACK
Hearic shuddered. If he hadn't succeeded in this attempt...He shook himself. That was over and past now. He'd be back on the Master's good side after his unanticipated success in this mission.
He began to put the sleeping bodies into bags to be loaded on the cart.
***
Kathara could only watch with a dull horror as the hooded figure put her sleeping companions into bags. The horrible lassitude still filled her, and she was unable to move despite the situation. 'I might as well be asleep like the others', she thought.
When it came to her turn, Kathara still couldn't move. She could still observe, however, as her mind was quite active, so when the figure bent over her she made sure to take a good look, His face - for it was a "he" - was pitted and scarred almost beyond recognition, but it was still recognizably elven. His eyes were a cruel, icy blue, and his lips were curled in an unconscious snarl. Even though she couldn't see his hair, Kathara was confident she'd be able to recognize him if she saw him again.
That was, if they managed to get out of this fix alive in the first place.
The elf turned to pull the bag over Kathara's head. Noticing that she was still awake, he raised his fist over her head. He slammed it down, and Kathara knew no more.
A/N: Ok, ok, I know it's kind of a cliche ending, but it fits. I'm already started on the next chapter, and if I get the chance to write this weekend I'll have it up by sunday night. It should be a lot longer than this one, there's a lot that needs to happen...Please read & review!
Chapter 5: The Dark Elf
Hearic surveyed his catch with pleasure. Not only had he caught the girl, but the Prince of Mirkwood as well! The Master would be pleased.
Hearic shuddered at the memory that thought had brought to the surface of his mind. The Master certainly hadn't been pleased with his last report. He was lucky he wasn't dead, after his orcs had failed so miserably.
FLASHBACK
"WHAT! How could you fail in so simple a task? Surely it can't be that difficult to capture a disoriented and confused girl!"
Hearic was shaking where he knelt. He had never seen the Master, but his voice was more than enough.
"It won't happen again, Master."
The Master's voice grew deadly soft as he replied.
"You're right. It won't."
END FLASHBACK
Hearic shuddered. If he hadn't succeeded in this attempt...He shook himself. That was over and past now. He'd be back on the Master's good side after his unanticipated success in this mission.
He began to put the sleeping bodies into bags to be loaded on the cart.
***
Kathara could only watch with a dull horror as the hooded figure put her sleeping companions into bags. The horrible lassitude still filled her, and she was unable to move despite the situation. 'I might as well be asleep like the others', she thought.
When it came to her turn, Kathara still couldn't move. She could still observe, however, as her mind was quite active, so when the figure bent over her she made sure to take a good look, His face - for it was a "he" - was pitted and scarred almost beyond recognition, but it was still recognizably elven. His eyes were a cruel, icy blue, and his lips were curled in an unconscious snarl. Even though she couldn't see his hair, Kathara was confident she'd be able to recognize him if she saw him again.
That was, if they managed to get out of this fix alive in the first place.
The elf turned to pull the bag over Kathara's head. Noticing that she was still awake, he raised his fist over her head. He slammed it down, and Kathara knew no more.
A/N: Ok, ok, I know it's kind of a cliche ending, but it fits. I'm already started on the next chapter, and if I get the chance to write this weekend I'll have it up by sunday night. It should be a lot longer than this one, there's a lot that needs to happen...Please read & review!