Wolves of Mirkwood - [Adanedhel]
Oct 6, 2017 7:16:05 GMT -5
Post by Captains on Oct 6, 2017 7:16:05 GMT -5
I will give him nothing! I will never tell you anything about Mirkwood or my kin!
Gorgul grinned. They always tried to be noble. They did not understand—pain was an equalizer; it had a way of making someone see things the way they really were, and realign priorities. And when push came to shove, they always begged for life. This elf would break the same as the others. They thought themselves above men, but in the end, they groveled the same.
“Someone get this rat tied!” The orc captain called. There were various shoves as the party fought over who was going to have the honor, but eventually one came out ahead. Thin, wiry and strong arms locked around the elf, tied his wrists and hauled Adanedhel up and threw him over the back of his warg. The beast snapped its jaws at him.
Let me go!!! Release me now!!! Get your filthy hands off of me!!!
“Take him back to the ruin with some of the others, Ufthak. We will ride north, as the Lord commanded,” Gorgul said. “Do with him what you will—break him, but if I return and see him dead, it’s you who the boys’ll be eating.”
Ufthak climbed up on the warg behind the elf and nodded, flicking red eyes over her shoulder to silently order three of the others to follow him. He turned, and with a quick heel to the warg’s flank, the great wolf leapt off, and headed back to Dol Guldur.
“The rest of you louts!” Gorgul growled. “We ride!”
As Ufthak crossed the tattered stone bridge to get into the fortress proper, he could hear the howls and calls of the orc raiding party fading behind him.
He tossed the elf to the dirt. “He won’t be back for a while,” he threatened with a grin. His teeth were yellow, and vibrant against his murky black skin. “And we’ve been waiting for some fun.”
Gorgul grinned. They always tried to be noble. They did not understand—pain was an equalizer; it had a way of making someone see things the way they really were, and realign priorities. And when push came to shove, they always begged for life. This elf would break the same as the others. They thought themselves above men, but in the end, they groveled the same.
“Someone get this rat tied!” The orc captain called. There were various shoves as the party fought over who was going to have the honor, but eventually one came out ahead. Thin, wiry and strong arms locked around the elf, tied his wrists and hauled Adanedhel up and threw him over the back of his warg. The beast snapped its jaws at him.
Let me go!!! Release me now!!! Get your filthy hands off of me!!!
“Take him back to the ruin with some of the others, Ufthak. We will ride north, as the Lord commanded,” Gorgul said. “Do with him what you will—break him, but if I return and see him dead, it’s you who the boys’ll be eating.”
Ufthak climbed up on the warg behind the elf and nodded, flicking red eyes over her shoulder to silently order three of the others to follow him. He turned, and with a quick heel to the warg’s flank, the great wolf leapt off, and headed back to Dol Guldur.
“The rest of you louts!” Gorgul growled. “We ride!”
As Ufthak crossed the tattered stone bridge to get into the fortress proper, he could hear the howls and calls of the orc raiding party fading behind him.
He tossed the elf to the dirt. “He won’t be back for a while,” he threatened with a grin. His teeth were yellow, and vibrant against his murky black skin. “And we’ve been waiting for some fun.”