They were on the move once more. The orcs had forced them to travel during dusk until late evenings. Rinurion knew that they were heading towards the deeper part of Mirkwood, where the patrols no longer venture and have marked dangerous.
The foul orcs were not very gentle. And were often pleased at giving the captives any discomfort. Sauche had been fought back in retaliation, but was forced to submit once more when a blade was drawn to Gayahithwen and Amaryllis neck. As a result, both Sauche and Rinurion’s bonds were tightened. Daegon had looked on helpless and fighting off his guilt.
“Fool, do you thing the minions of the Dark Lord would ever keep their word?” Rinurion had hissed at the traitor under his breath that only Daegon could hear. He was nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with the other elf, and if he had not been bonded, would have done more.
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