A Witch's Revenge

Chapter 2: Plotting Revenge

Elsewhere in Middle Earth

Somewhere in a secret bunker in Mordor there were two mercenaries playing a game of cards while they waited for their boss. One of them was a muscular red haired man named Yorik with a cockney accent and an eyepatch over his right eye. The other was a man named Salazar from a strange land with dark hair and a tattoo, depicting a snake wrapped around a dagger, on his left arm.

"I call your bluff! Yorik said suspicious of Salazar.

"Well sorry mate, but all aces for me."

The other mercenary showed a whole hand of aces.

"What you cheated!"

"I didn't mate your just an idiot." The Salazar chuckled.

"Well ow bout another round double the reward."

"Alright I'll take you up on that."

"There will be no more rounds for now!" Cried out a voice.

All the cards in the mercenaries hand flew in the direction of the speaker's voice. There stood a woman draped in a long brown cloak with her hand glowing green as the cards flew neatly into it.

"Blimey! Looks like someone decided to grace us with her presence." replied the tattooed man.

"Roit you sure were on there a long time boss."

"Well Yoric you'll be happy to know your wait was well worth it for I've got our next and final job."

"Wait what do you mean by our final job, what did you see in that mask of yours?" Salazar asked as he flipped a knife in his hand.

The woman had a special gold mask made of a magic metal that could astral project her soul to anywhere she pleased in the form of an owl.

"Believe me what we are about to do will give us enough money to never work again."

The woman sat down at the table, and removed her hood to reveal an female elf with long flowing brown hair. However she didn't have that similar elven glow to her, but she had the same beauty and immortality.

"Exactly what is this "job" you found?" Yoric asked the elf.

"You know of the elf king Thranduil?"

"Yay, I know you have quite a bone to pick with that one, why?" Salazar asked curiously.

"He owns treasure of all sorts, even jewels of pure starlight that are absolutely priceless. They were at one time meant to be homage for the Dwarves but due to complications were never turned over. So I was thinking, since now their just sitting around collecting dust, why don't we just take theme of his hands." the she elf suggested with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Exactly how do you intend to take such jewels "off his hands"?" Yorik asked skeptically.

"Well Yorik I don't intend to steal them I intend to take them as ransom."

"Ransom for who exactly?"

"Ransom for the king's precious little son Legolas?"

"Wait! You're saying you want to kidnap not just a child, but a royal elven child!" Salazar bellowed.

"You bloody elf witch do you have any idea how impossible that is we might as well slit our throats now!" Yorik chimed in.

It was then both men felt their necks tighten and squeeze. They couldn't breath, and started to choke gasping for air.

"You dare defy me when you made a pact to do all I say!" The she-elf yelled angrily.

The elf witch glowed with a green aura as she made the mercenaries float in the air. As they floated their pact symbols on their arms glowed red hot.

"No mistress Radelia!" Both cried at the same time with what little air they had.

Their glow started to fade as they lowered to the ground. After they fell to the ground they finally could breathe, and started coughing from the previous lack of it.

"Good now that that little disagreement is settled, come we have much to prepare."

The she elf walked into her private chamber she signaled the other two men to follow. Both men followed without question as to avoid the repeating of the previous event. The elf witches wicked mind turned to her soon to be completed revenge thinking only of how she could at last destroy King Thranduil.