Eregiāth moaned as his eyes opened, making blood trickle from a cut on his brow. For a split second he didn’t know where he was, but was painfully reminded by Orc laughter and Mortal screams. A large Orc came up to him, lifting his chin with a long blade.
"Get up." The Orc hissed. Eregiāth grunted a no as the blade sliced across his throat, spilling blood on the blade. "Don’t you hear me??" The Orc kicked Eregiāth’s leg, making him stand.
Anger ran through his blood. "Where are my wife and children? If you hurt them..." He pushed himself in the Orc’s direction.
The Orc pretended to be concerned, pulling the blade from Eregiāth’s throat and pointing it toward a dark corner. "Oh, the sorry mother with the three bratty kids? We threw them over there."
Eregiāth put up a fist, but lowered it because he knew the Orc would fight back. "Farien is not sorry. She is a great woman," He narrowed his eyes. "And Telmir, Serra, and Arrin are not ‘bratty’. The are very well-mannered and respectful."
The Orc laughed. "I’m sorry. My mistake. Now get over there with them before I change my mind about it." As Eregiāth walked away, the Orc kicked him, causing him to fall in a wet hole.
"We will fight back. We will reclaim our city. Our dead will be avenged." He grabbed a rock and hurled it at the Orc. The Orc threw it back, but Eregiāth was already faded into the darkness.
[ March 31, 2003: Message edited by: ArwenBaggins ]
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