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Laurel
Laurel fought down frustration and panic. She felt the dagger jabbing at her throat and wished she could save herself. Her feet scrambled backwards as she was lead through the deep trees.
Cuor was ever mumbling in her ears, most of the time inaudible phrases in Elven. Though when he prodded her with the blade, she listened to his words.
"I was given nothing in my life. All was pain and darkness. But you have been my one light, my Lady. And so I shall have that light forever. We shall rule this place together. We shall be happy in the forest sanctuary, built by your family. Is that not a wonderful life? Is it not?"
Laurel didnt even want to open her mouth
"Your grandmother will not allow this. She is too defiant. Where would a simple roving wench learn such a quality! No matter, I have you and she will see to my wishes if she values your life. It pains me to use such methods, but she will leave me no other choice!"
"You leave yourself no other choice!" Laurel stammered
She felt his body twitch, and she held her eyes shut, hoping his rage would not end her.
"You will understand me soon, my dearest Laurel. You will understand me and love me as dear as that pitiful excuse for a boy that dotes on you! And he...he will suffer when I get my hands on him, if a Wild Man has not already"
"You know not of his valour and devotion" said Laurel hoarsley "Had you known, you would have fled there and then! I trust in his strength!"
Looking down, she could see the path at her feet. She knew now that he was leading her back to the House. She grew more panicked. She could not let him get there, but she saw no way in which she could avoid it.
She suddenly bumped into him as he halted, and felt his free hand grab tighter at her wrist. He snaked rope about her, growling as he tried to tie it with only one hand. Quickly he let the blade down to tie her wrists, and Laurel immideately let out a shriek that pealed through the forest.
She kicked backwards, and tried to get distance from him. Her hands were loosely secured together and she shook her arms violently to get them free and keep balance. It did not take Cuor long at all, and he thrust the heel of his boot onto her back.
Laurel fell roughly, and Cuor grabbed her and spun her around. Looming over her, his eyes were darkened, and his shadowed face was crazed and mad. The dagger appeared again at her chest, and she turned her face from him.
"You musnt try that again my dear Laurel, or I will have little choice but to do away with you completely. I would rather live in darkness and have my life you see..."
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