| Oh ye faint of heart, be carefull reading this part... some content may not be pleasant
Orc trouble
While chatting cheerfully with JT Estel suddenly noticed something moving around the Garden in front of the walled city part of Cove. “Hurrh…” the figure said and since the accent was unmistakably orcish Estel jumped frightfully away from the sound. “Orks!!!” JT called out and immediately the elf hurried off to hide behind the stairs of the plateau with the big statue, trembling uncontrollably. They had found her! They were going to take her back! Thoughts of what would happen to her once back amongst the orcs flashed through her mind, unpleasant thoughts…
In a threatening manner the Orc approached them, addressing them in his own language. JT shouted at it, while Estel was beginning to panic and plead for JT to run away. Neither the Orc nor JT responded. Instead the Orc rubbed his burnt-out eye while pointing his weapon at the elf and JT armed himself with his bow, aiming an arrow at the Orc. Behind them Estel started to sob.
“Nuhw, liszhden. Gibve gr za elbf. Ash uruk shamun wuhnt ta bahkk.”
Defensive JT shuffled closer to Estel and shouted a loud no at the orc.
The Orc ignored him and gazed at the elf menacingly. “Khom al, illid…” He crooned at her.
Estel shook her head a little. “No,” the tone in her voice betrayed her fear. “I no want to go back…”
The orc snarled and moved closer. JT stood between them, the look in his face grim. The Orc spoke again, angered with her disobedience and leapt towards JT raising the big axe in his hand.
“No!” Estel screamed out. “No! No!” The thought of JT getting hurt, made her completely forget all the fear in her heart. A new fear rose as images of JT and death filled her thoughts. “Don’t ‘urt JT !!!” She got up from behind the stairs when JT’s body became limp and fell. “JT! JT!” She had barely knelt down besides him, when the Orc grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her along with him away from JT. “JT!” She called out again. “JT!” But no reply came, nor did he move…
Estel screamed out as the Orc dragged her further and further away from the Garden. She tried tugging at her hair to release it from his grip until the Orc got tired of her screams and struggles and slapped her hard across the face. “Hoshat, snaga!”
She silenced immediately, knowing all too well the pain he would cause her if she angered him any further. He continued dragging her along by her hair. Sobbing and trembling she couldn’t do anything. She had neither weapons nor the strength to stand up against the Orc. He halted and pulled her up by her hair so they were face to face. Again he slapped her across the face, his single red eye gleaming with pleasure. Estel began to struggle, pleading him to let her go.
“Gr wihll hae suhm fuhn…” He patted the whip on his side. Instantly the elf froze, gazing with her eyes widened and full of fear at the whip. The Orc looked her up and down. She whispered softly. “No! I go work… I be good…” The Orc rubbed his burnt out eye, deliberately catching some puss from it and smearing it across her face. “Harrh!” She wanted to scream, fight, anything to get away from him as he brought his face closer and closer and eventually licked the puss from her face, but her body wouldn’t move. Content with the fear he brought to her he continued dragging her back to the Orc camp.
Once they were near, he rammed her head into a tree, causing her to scream out in pain again. A gleeful cackle escaped from him as she sunk to her knees, holding her head between her hands, dazed from the pain.
“Gr wihll habve some fuhn wib lat bodyj before gr gibye lat bakk to za shamun!” He grabbed her dress and ripped the fabric from her body. She could hear voices call out loud nearby, human voices. The Orc looked up towards the guards that were heading their way and with a daring, mean look he lifted his axe and smacked her across the bottom. A scream escaped from Estel’s lips, followed by another loud scream from someone else. JT ! He was alive, he was there!
“Drop her!” another male voice shouted. “I’m warning you, Orc!”
The Orc merely eyed them disdainfully, taking the whip from his side with his other hand. Estel in the meantime crawled a little away, trying to cover herself with her arms and trying to catch her breath from the last smack with the axe. Without any warning the whip came down hard on her back.
Tears welled up in her eyes as the pain shot through her body. It was so intense, that she could hardly take a breath. Around her many things started to happen at once. Someone pushed her down to the ground, probably to keep her safe from the fighting. She could hear weapons clash, feet running past her. Then someone put his arms around her protectively. Before he spoke, she knew it was. “Are you okay, little one?”
Tears flowed down her face now. “He broke pretty dress…” she sobbed. The dress JT had bought her. Her favourite out of the two dresses she owned. There was shouting around them and Estel was pushed against the ground again. It didn’t take long for the men to take on the single Orc and shortly after Estel was back at the Healers with a very shaken JT taking care of her.
***
JT’s hands rested on her hips, keeping her in the right position in front of the archery target. Estel closed an eye and concentrated, aiming the arrow at the target. Images of all the orcs she hated so much went through her mind. Calmly she inhaled an exhaled. It was as if all her hatred and misery was poured into the arrow before she released it.
The arrow flew. Right in the middle of the target.
She nodded. Right between its eyes. One day… one day… she would fight back. |