To Rescue Celebrian - RPG

[Sadbh]

Time was unmeasurable in the prison of stone known as Moria. It was not long after her first conversings with Celebrian since regaining conciousness that she heard a grunting and scrabbling from the hall. The noise grew louder and came closer, until it was upon them.

Feaelena pulled herself up, scraping her arm upon the stones. She felt her chest tighten as she peared into the dark.

There was the sound of a stone being moved aside, a grating scrape across the floor, and the then sound of hsising and clumsy footfall across the floor. Suddenly a torch flared. The unpleasant scent of burning tallow filled the already unbearably stale air.

However, the scent of the flame was the least of things to worry about. Silhouettes were outlined by the torch, dark, malformed, and broken. Glowing pinpricks bore into her from the darkness, fell disgusting to look at.

Shaking slightly, the elf inched back to farther corners, where the shadows were deeper. It was of no use. She had already been seen by the orcs, who grabbed at her arms. The scaled paws caused her to scream, and for a moment her breathing stopped.

Over her fear, however, a sense of duty overwhelmed her an she kept her mouth quiet. If she did not wake Celebrian the yrch would not be aware of her presence and she would be unscathed.

Trying hard to be quiet, she struggled against the orc who had grabbed her, beating it with her depleated strength. She felt it withdraw as she hit its face. It shrieked. There was a stirring in the corner, where Celebrian must be.

The other orcs seemed to be rooting about for them both, moving like noisy dogs across the stone. Squirming soundlessly to the sounds of the lady, she sank onto the floor. "What..." Celebrian started to speak, but her handmaiden quickly silenced her.

"Yrch." Waiting in silence they sat, following with startled eyes the burning torch, as it looped around the room. Just as it had moved away, Feaelena felt something grab at her shoulders. Barely keeping from screaming She struggled once more, feeling the clawed hand beat her around the head and neck.

"Milady, go! There are many!" Feaelena felt herself crushed to the bare rock, slipping into blackness.