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alaklondewen · 02-15-2005, 07:01 PM

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Ereglin walked slowly toward the small fire around which sat the ladies, Erenor and Berithil, and the lone mortal woman with her babe. His eyes wondered down to the way bread that found its way into his hands by a stroke of strange compassion by the Orc captain. As he moved across the camp, he did his best to tune out the curses and sneering from the soldiers. Several times he felt something heavy thud against his back, shoving him forward, but he kept his eyes on the bread and feet moving ahead, refusing to react to their bestial behavior.

As he approached, Berithil looked up and met his gaze. Ereglin touched her mind with a half smile. Do not be afraid…we have hope. Before she could answer, he sat beside her on the cold earth and placed the bread in her hands. With head tipped and eyebrow raise, Berithil look curiously at the Lindon Elf. “It is better than that retched meat from some unknown creature,” Ereglin offered in response to her expression.

What did you learn from the captain?

Ereglin did not answer immediately as he phrased his answer in his mind before opening to her. It seems they plan to ransom us to the mortals. What he did not reveal was his doubt as to whether the men would pay to have them returned. The King had shown what little regard he had for the Elves, and Ereglin assumed his Captains would show the same attitude.

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Bethiril had been close to Orcs before. During Morgoth’s assault on Gondolin, when she was but a child, a band of them came upon their escaping band in Cirith Thoronath. One of the guards was cut down before her eyes by their curved blades, and the same doom would have befallen her and her mother had not Thorondor and his folk swooped down and sent the Glamhoth shrieking to their doom.

Now, their guard was nowhere to be seen, and no eagle came to their aid. Yet, to her surprise, they were still alive, and even treated fairly well. There was no torture, nor threats of it, and no despoiling was done: things she had heard Orcs do to their prisoners. She had obtained news from Ereglin, and she was astonished at the way this abduction was being used.

Politics.

This proves that she was right all along: even the Orcs, putative enemies of Middle-earth, tire of bloodshed. And this could be her chance to take that great step towards the cessation of all hostility. All she needed to do was take it.

She could start by not escaping. She turned to her companions, hoping neither of them was planning flight right now.

02-15-2005, 07:01 PM	#74
alaklondewen Song of Seregon Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Following the road less traveled Posts: 1,193	alaklondewen's post Ereglin walked slowly toward the small fire around which sat the ladies, Erenor and Berithil, and the lone mortal woman with her babe. His eyes wondered down to the way bread that found its way into his hands by a stroke of strange compassion by the Orc captain. As he moved across the camp, he did his best to tune out the curses and sneering from the soldiers. Several times he felt something heavy thud against his back, shoving him forward, but he kept his eyes on the bread and feet moving ahead, refusing to react to their bestial behavior. As he approached, Berithil looked up and met his gaze. Ereglin touched her mind with a half smile. Do not be afraid…we have hope. Before she could answer, he sat beside her on the cold earth and placed the bread in her hands. With head tipped and eyebrow raise, Berithil look curiously at the Lindon Elf. “It is better than that retched meat from some unknown creature,” Ereglin offered in response to her expression. What did you learn from the captain? Ereglin did not answer immediately as he phrased his answer in his mind before opening to her. It seems they plan to ransom us to the mortals. What he did not reveal was his doubt as to whether the men would pay to have them returned. The King had shown what little regard he had for the Elves, and Ereglin assumed his Captains would show the same attitude. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nilpaurion Felagund's post Bethiril had been close to Orcs before. During Morgoth’s assault on Gondolin, when she was but a child, a band of them came upon their escaping band in Cirith Thoronath. One of the guards was cut down before her eyes by their curved blades, and the same doom would have befallen her and her mother had not Thorondor and his folk swooped down and sent the Glamhoth shrieking to their doom. Now, their guard was nowhere to be seen, and no eagle came to their aid. Yet, to her surprise, they were still alive, and even treated fairly well. There was no torture, nor threats of it, and no despoiling was done: things she had heard Orcs do to their prisoners. She had obtained news from Ereglin, and she was astonished at the way this abduction was being used. Politics. This proves that she was right all along: even the Orcs, putative enemies of Middle-earth, tire of bloodshed. And this could be her chance to take that great step towards the cessation of all hostility. All she needed to do was take it. She could start by not escaping. She turned to her companions, hoping neither of them was planning flight right now. Last edited by piosenniel; 02-24-2005 at 03:44 AM.