The Dragon Tamer

Chapter 3: Trapped

Shall I survive this horrid fate? Or shall I concur it with power and fear?...

Before I know it I’m brought to a forest, I know this forest… Mirkwood. The place I lived long ago, but we will talk about that later on in this reckless and wild journey.

The elf kept on dragging me until we were in front of a cage, a cell. He opened it up with a key and threw me right in then shut the door, not saying a word. He didn’t even say sorry for throwing me so hard, especially against the hard stone wall. As soon as he had rid himself of my presence I scooted to the darkest corner of the cell. 

Anyways, it’s about time I tell more of my story before all of this.

Long long ago, A elleth was born, she had beautiful long dirty blonde hair and the greenest emerald eyes. Her name was… Alyvia. Her name meant ‘forest’, and she indeed was born on the forest floor, buried in leaves, and that's how her sister and she got their names. As she grew she got more and more distant from her parents and sister, she had no friends. Til eventually her parents died she was 1200 at the time. After her parent’s death, she distanced herself from the world, even more, she was scared and lost not knowing where to go in life. She eventually let her journey unravel itself. She followed where both her mind and heart lead her. Time passed and since she was an elf she grew faster and aged quicker, she was now 4,000 years old, only a young adult for elves. She had found herself in Rivendell quite often, so of course, the king did not mind it, and actually treated her well as if she was his own child. She was rather fond of him, he was a father figure for her. They cared for each other. But not all fairytales end in happiness, one day she was hunting in one of the many fields when suddenly just as she was about to shoot the deer with her arrow, an arrow hit her. It had a black sticky poison on the tip that was barely visible. The king, Elrond, ran towards her but didn’t get there fast enough before orcs took her. Orcs, nasty vile creatures, have been starting havoc and war in middle-earth for decades, centuries even. Elrond had sent guards after her, even though he did not know what pain she was going through, but it was much worse than what he imagined, much much worse. 

BANG BANG! It loudly ringed through her ears, oh so sensitive her hearing and smell were…