Seas: Chapter 11

Hello boos! I've decided after many different nicknames that I'm gonna call you all boos, so I hope you don't mind that. ^-^ SO...what will happen to Olórëdes and the Orcs? Why did they kidnap her? WILL THEY KILL HER?! I'm not telling. ^-^ I just feel so evil about this chapter. By the way, this is the chapter for why I gave it an MA rating, because, honestly, we all know how Orcs treat their prisoners. Okay, I'm not making this a massive introduction like last time, so I'll let you all get right to the writing. Everything recognizable is PJ and Tolkien! Read on, boos!

I suddenly was able to feel the rough stone below my body. I blinked my eyes open, unfamiliar with my surroundings. My eyes widened and I jerked into sitting position, almost falling over and hitting my head once more. I looked down and realized my hands were bound with thick rope.

So were my feet. And both my hands and feet were also connected to shackles chained to the crumbling walls of the abandoned room I was in. I had never been here before, but I knew it instantly.

Dol Guldur.

But...this was impossible. King Thranduil and all of the remaining Elves and Men had worked to hunt down the leftover Orcs after the defeat of the Great Eye. None should still be alive.

However..my mind began pondering. What if some had hidden themselves away in the dark holes from which they came? What if now that the hunts had finished, they had come back? I stopped before my thought could wander further. I had a larger problem at that moment: the fact that I was bound in shackles on the floor was a problem. I pulled my hands as close as I could to my face, trying to inspect the ropes. I sighed.

Even if I could get the ropes off, the shackles would still remain. And as far as I could tell, there was no way to escape them without a key. I let my hands fall back down against the stone floor once more, closing my eyes.

What do I do?

I hardly had time to think of some sort of a beginning of an escape plan before I heard hard, rough steps echo through the halls of the abandoned fortress. They grew louder, yet I still did not open my eyes. Louder, until I heard them reach the doorway, and then they stopped.

"Wake up, Elfling. I know you ain't out anymore," a disgusting growl echoed through the room. I did not respond in any way. I heard the footsteps begin again, though this time accompanied by multiple other pairs, and they stopped directly in front of me.

"I said wake up," the beast snarled, delivering a vicious kick to my abdomen. I convulsed, almost retching up my last meal. I coughed violently. "Awake now, aren't you, ya little girl?" the vile monster snickered. I opened my eyes and glared up at him. "Release me, you wretch," I demanded. "

"Sorry, beautiful, but I'm afraid it is not that simple. You Elves have killed most of our people. So now, they will pay. With you," he purred, cackling again afterward. He then yelled at his two henchmen in Black Speech, and their swords connected with the chains hold me to the wall, breaking my bonds. Before I could stand on my own, the leader had grabbed a fistful of my long hair and pulled me up by it, and I gasped in pain.

He then flung me forward, and I fell, skidding on the hard ground, I imagine scratching my arm in the process. His henchmen picked me up again and shoved me towards the door. I regained my composure and straightened my back, striding confidently with the leader in front of me. We walked past many groups of Orcs and multiple rooms left to crumble away, until we came to a large balcony-type area.

It looked to me as if it used to be inclosed, but the outer wall shielding the room from the edge of the fortress, and cliff, seemed to have dissolved away in the wind, besides a few piles of rocks. I noticed the many skulls and piles of rotting carcasses scattered about, and I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat.

My heartbeat stuttered as I laid my eyes upon a tick wooden poll, roughly cut from a tree, standing upright in the center of the clearing. Dried blood coated the right side of it, as well as the floor beneath it. I felt fear grip my chest. A whipping pole.

I had not noticed that I had stopped walking as I took in the horrid sight, but my escorts did. One of the Orcs behind me shoved me in the back roughly, causing me to stumble forward. The other pushed me to the ground. I heard the leader chuckling evilly.

"Let us see how much pain she can endure before we bring in her friend," he cackled. What friend? Had they captured another Elf? I had no time to prepare myself before a metal-covered boot connected with the back of my head.

I could almost feel my brain slam forward into my forehead, and I groaned loudly, bringing my hands to the back of my head. I felt sticky liquid oozing from the point of pounding pain on my skull.

Then a jolt of pain shot up my body from my leg, and I looked down to see one of the Orcs slamming a stone club against my thigh. It was excruciating. I never heard or felt the bone break, luckily.

I shut my eyes, crushing them closed against the tears already streaming down my face in pain. But they bugged wide open again as a kick was delivered to my stomach again, and I coughed violently, vomiting..

But the Orcs would not give me a moment's rest. As I emptied my stomach onto the stone floor, they continued kicking and crushing my body, the number of abusers multiplying exponentially until I felt like my entire being was being pulverized.

Yet they seemed to leave my head alone after the first kick. A deadly headache had appeared almost immediately, and only grew worse as more pain registered in my mind. Why were they leaving my head alone?

A blade slipped against my cheek, slicing it open, and I felt blood trickle down my face. Then I understood. They wanted me to stay conscious, so that I would feel ever beating I was given. And I did.

I wanted to slip into unconsciousness so badly. To not be able to feel the pain. To not be able to scream in agony even with the slightest movement, much less the kicks. I had never felt so broken in my life. And it did not stop coming.

Until it did. The leader, who I assumed had been gleefully spectating the abuse, yelled at his beasts to stop. I breathed a hitched breath into the ground, my multiple broken ribs allowing me to take only shallow, painful breaths. I knew I was covered in blood and bruises, and I could feel my hair glued to my face with the dried blood from my head and cheek. I coughed, feeling moist liquid spray from my mouth. More blood.

The leader chuckled. "Did you figure out what we were doing, wretch? I bet you did. Now you can meet your friend," he snarled. I opened my eyes as far as I could, squinting up to see him lean over me, snatching my and lifting me off of the ground by my neck. His hand convulsed, and my mouth gaped, my hands desperately grabbing at his thick, rotting fingers. He threw me across the room, and I landed in a heap in the corner, screaming in pain again.

The leader ordered his minions in Black Speech again, and I watched feebly as two of them left. I shut my eyes again, breathing shallowly and quickly, moaning quietly at the sharp pains stabbing through my body at every heave.

After a few moments, I heard muffled screams and grunts, as well as the snarling and grumbling or Orcs. I opened my eyes again, looking at the doorway. What poor soul have they captured to receive the same treatment as I? The sounds grew closer, until I saw something that forced my eyes wide open and a word to escape my lips in shock.

The Orcs hauled a muscular figure between them, struggling viciously in the strong grasp of his kidnappers. He had a twisted strip of animal skin tied around his head and between his teeth, explaining the muffling of the sounds resonating from his throat. The Orcs flung him to the ground, and the leader laughed again. I was growing tired of his endless enjoyment with our pain. The beast then pointed to me, and the Elf looked in my direction, light-blond hair slightly obscuring his view. But he recognized me all the same. Blue eyes met blue, and tears fell from both.

Legolas.

CLIFFHANGER. Haha...evil once again ^-^. Sooooo the Orcs have Legolas AND Olórëdes..what now? You'll have to wait and see, boos. Review, follow, and favorite if you like it! The next chapter will hopefully appear directly after this, now that I'm in the writing mood, but I've said that so many times I can't trust it anymore xDD. Speaking of the next chapter... it will be more gory than this one (I imagine Orcs believe men can withstand more than women, so they have more fun...and yeah...the whipping post comes in), so beware if you can't handle...descriptive writing. BUT I HAVE A REASON FOR ALL OF THIS JUST WAIT, BOOS. Also, sorry for it being a bit short. The next one will be longer. Promise! I love you all so much! Bye!