[Nice-Smeagol]

When Mornovarion regained conciousness, the square was filled with the bodies of slain elves, some still holding weapons, some died trying to protect their children. In the centre of the square stood a bunch of anxious but alive elves surrounded by orcs. Other orcs were moving round the square looting bodies and searching for survivors. One of the orcs pointed at him and shouted something in his own tounge and two burly orcs moved forward grasped Mornovarion and threw him into the group of elves.
Soon the orcs gave up searching for loot and one of them who was undoubtedly the leader gestured for them to leave. The orcs shouted and forced the group of elves to move, as they left one of them threw a torch into one of the village buildings. As they drew away from the village they turned to see that the thatch and and wood had cought and the whole village was on fire.
Their captors began to quicken the pace and soon they were beyond the bows of the forest. Some of the less-fit elves began to tire, only to be forced to drink a foul drink which although revitalising left a foul taste on the tongue.