AN: I know its been a while since an update, but my muse left me. But now she's back and will hopefully stay to finish up this story!
D: I own nothing but my OC
From last time...
"Now, you will tell me what you are doing here." Valaira
"I will tell you nothing, elf."
Valaira smiled. "We shall see."
Just as Valaira guessed, it did not take long for her to get the information she wanted. All she had to do was make the Orc think his insides were boiling inside of him and he talked.
"We serve Him." He gasped. His body was writhing from the pain the elf was putting in his head.
"Who?" She wanted a name.
"Sauron." The white orc seethed. She was certain he was planning her death now.
Valaira took a step back from him. "See? Was that so hard? Now tell me where he is hiding and I will let you go."
"Dol Guldur." Well at least they were right. Radagast just did not have all the information. Valaira released the orc from her hold then knocked him unconscious.
She needed to find Gandalf and inform him of this new information, as fast as she could. But first, she needed fresh water. Her thigh looked angry and blood was quickly soaking her leggings. There was a small river at the bottom of the cliff, she just needed to get there.
"How close is the pack?" Dwalin asked the hobbit as he returned from scouting.
"Too close. A couple of leagues, no more, but that is not the worst of it." He answered.
"Have the Wargs picked up our scent?" Someone asked.
"Not yet, but they will; we have another problem."
Gandalf cut in, "Did they see you? They saw you!"
"No, that's not it.
"What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse. Excellent burglar material."
"Will you listen- Will you just listen? I'm trying to tell you there is something else out there." The entire company hushed at this.
"What form did it take? Like a bear?"
"Ye...Y- yes. But bigger, much bigger." How had Gandalf known?
Bofur asked the question that the hobbit was thinking, "You knew about this beast?" But he didn't respond.
"I say we double back."
"And be run down by a pack of Orcs."
"There is a house, it's not far from here, where we might take refuge."
"Whose house? Are they friend or foe?"
"Neither. He will help us, or he will kill us."
"What choice do we have?"
"None."
"Come on!"
"This way, quickly!"
"Bombur, come on!"
"To the house! Run!"
"Come on, get inside!"
"Open the door!"
"Quickly!"
"Come on, lads!"
"What is that?"
"That...is our host."
With every step she took, Valaira swore to herself. After she had knocked the white orc out, Valaira gathered her weapons and left. It would take the foul creatures a while to regroup, she would be safe, for now.
But not safe from her wound. Finding a safe path down the cliff was proving difficult. She did not want to stray too far in the wrong direction…time was not her friend at the moment. She limped over to where she thought a trail might be, only to find a very steep drop. Valaira swore under her breath.
A little help would be nice, she thought to herself. And to her surprise, the screech of an eagle scarred the nearby birds out of their trees. Gwaihir was back, with perfect timing too. His enormous wings flapped quickly as he lowered himself to land. Dust and fallen leaves were thrown up into the air from the powerful gusts of wind the noble bird was creating.
He landed with a thud that shook the surrounding earth. "Hello again, old friend." She said endearingly toward the bird, stroking his feathers. He bowed his head in response.
Valaira tried jumping on Gwaihir's back, but her leg was not allowing her too. The bird lowered himself so she could climb on with ease. "Thank you. I just need to get to fresh water that is not far from where you dropped off the dwarves, and I would be ever thankful.
With a few powerful strokes of his wings, Gwaihir launched the pair into the sky and then began searching for water.
When they landed, Valaira slid off the eagle and hopped around to bid Gwaihir thanks and farewell. Then she limped over to the flowing water. Kneeling down with only one good leg was proving difficult, she ended up falling over in a very unelflike way. She felt dizzy, she blamed the blood loss.
She washed away all the dried and fresh blood then focused on cleansing her wound.
For some reason it felt strange. At first she thought that some of the metal had broken off and was still in her leg. But after cleaning it further and examining it she wrote that thought off. She has had plenty of injuries before and none of them made her feel like this.
Then what was it? She wasn't showing any symptoms of a Morgul blade wound. And the knife itself did not turn to dust. But Valaira was no healer. Sure she could heal ordinary injuries, but she never studied it like her brother in law, Elrond had. And there was no turning back now.
Valaira tore off some of the cloth of her leggings and tied it around her wound. She had best be off. Gandalf was most likely leading the dwarves to Beorns' home. They could peacefully rest there for a night before they started into the greenwood. And rest would do her well.
She limped her way to the shift changers lodgings, trying her best not to leave a trail behind. The dwarves on the other hand were much more careless. She found their trail with ease and followed it.
What worried her was that she could sense a different pack of Orc nearby. Probably not after her at the moment, more likely meeting with the pack she had just left. But soon enough they would be on her trail. All the more reason to try to join the others as quickly as possible.
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