[Esgallhugwen]

Morsereg snorted sharply as the men came toward him, but in hearing the sweet yet soft sound of an Elf singing he calmed down slightly. He whinnied still shaken looking around for his master Esgallhugwen.

She lay on the floor; steaming liquid pouring down her throat, Esgallhugwen felt a presence searching her, searching inside of her but as soon as it had come it was quickly pushed out by another outside.

Esgallhugwen could make out muffled noises but could barely open her eyes, she thought she heard her name but it faded away into shadows much like everything else in her life. She gave a small cry between the infusions of the liquid as if calling out for someone.

Smooth warmth flowed through her allowing her senses to become more awake though her body remained motionless. Esgallhugwen's body was lifted up off the floor but she could not feel it her body was numb and still cold to the touch.

She saw a distant light ahead of her she longed to follow it but felt pinned by an unseen force, all around her it was dark, pitch dark it swallowed light. Clanking of chains was heard then sharp steel slashing through skin. Esgallhugwen longed to be free she screamed out horrendously in the dark.

The pale light drew nearer powerful Elvish voices were heard echoeing, and the torture was ceased by the flight of an arrow shaft by her ear ending with the squeal of the now dead orc behind her. The shackles were wrested from her wrists and ankles.

She had been tortured long in pitch blackness, with no sound but the whips or steel to give her company. Her father had betrayed her for the last time, he had found out what Esgallhugwen and her mother had tried to do, they had tried to save their people by aiding them in their escape.

Earlier her Mother was found, but the punishment was too prolonged, her body failed and fell silently to the ceasless cracking of cruel whips. They carried her and her mothers body out singing in victorious woe. She now lays there on a mound upon the hill.