“We saw around thirty orcs, and a few Uruks, four or five perhaps.”
“Give us an hour to prepare and provision ourselves, we will do all we can, my friend,” said Legolas, a subtle note of warning in his voice, for the chances of retrieving them were slim. They would have been taken for one of two purposes – as fresh meat, or for enjoyment and intimidation.
Yet before the leader could brief them any further, a female elf walked hesitantly towards them, coming to a halt before Legolas and Dima. She then sunk to her knees with a thud, bowing her head as she whispered her plea.
“My mate, my daughter, my Lord - please, Hwindohtar. Save them, I beg of you take pity, my King.”
Any conversation that had been taking place amongst the warriors had ceased as all now watched the scene that threatened to break their considerable composure, for the plea had been heartfelt and desperate – it was not the first time they had witnessed a scene such as this, yet it never ceased to wrench a hidden tear from them all, and then it came from an Avar, who rarely allowed their emotions to come to the fore – this elf was desperate, for she loved deeply, something that Legolas immediately understood, as he sunk to his own knees to face the elf that would not meet his eyes. He reached out a hand and gently tucked a stray strand of copper hair behind her ear in a silent plea for her to look at him.
“We will do all in our power, sister, even unto our own end, for that is the nature of our service to our people. Yet you know the dangers they face, do you not?” he asked softly.
From Arcane Land, chapter 12
by Alpha Ori (warning: mature content).
_________________________________________________________________In the same collection:Previous chapter Back to Greenwood
- The Price of Protection
- The foremost elves of the Greenwood
- Beyond the fortress
- Symbols of lordship
- Legacy of the Fallen
- Like the Wind
- Cheers in Haven
- The Silver Queen
- The Winged Warrior