"Quiet you goon! You will wake her!"
"S-sorry m-master."
I moan, where are those voices coming from? I think as my eyes flutter open. I look around and notice that I'm moving. I frown and realize I'm riding Matac, but my hands are tied. I wrinkle my eyebrows until I notice the two Orcs leading Matac. I gasp.
"What do you think you're doing?" I yell and suddenly Matac is jerked to a stop below me. I groan as I am slammed into his neck. The bigger Orc comes to the side of Matac and grabs a fistful of my long brown hair and yanks me down from the saddle.
“Why we are taking yeh back to camp. You look like a good eatin’” He says, sniffing my hair. I kick my leg out into his stomach.
“Don’t you dare come any closer, Orc. The Rivendell elves will come after you.” I hope. I think to myself. I don’t even know where I am.
The two Orcs laugh to themselves. “ No Rivendell elves will come looking for yeh. We aren’t in their territory any longer.” The smaller Orc growls. My eyes widen in fear. What if I was in Thranduil’s territory? Nevermind that, I just need a way to get away from these two Orcs without getting myself killed. I quickly look around for my bow and arrows. Stupid Orcs. It was left on the back of Matac’s saddle like it was before I fell asleep. I swing myself back up onto Matac’s back. The Orcs seem okay with this. They probably think this is better, as I can’t get away. I slowly inch down towards my boot and thank my luck as they were stupid enough to not check me for weapons. I bring the knife out of my boot and slowly begin to cut at the ropes binding my hands. Once I cut the rope away from my hands, I reach backwards to get my bow and arrow. I quickly load the bow and aim the arrow at the bigger Orc’s back. I let it fly and smile as he tumbles to the ground, dead. The smaller Orc turns to me and lets out a battle cry and comes clashing at me with a sword. I kick Matac and ride pass him, shooting him in the head.
“That was easy.” I thought aloud, as a voice rang out from behind me.
“Not quite Princess Amara from Rivendell.” A large Orc bellowed. “Our master is in great need of you."
"And why is that?" I ask, loading my arrow.
The Orc chuckles to himself and ten more Orcs close ranks beside him. There is no way I'll be able to fight all them off.
"To make an arrangement with your Father. King Thranduil has already agreed. We just need to make sure your father agrees. You were kind enough to make it easy on us and venture out of the safety of Rivendell." He explained.
"What has he agreed to?" I ask.
"To join forces with our Master, a new wizard from a far away land who wishes to take control of Middle Earth." He explains.
I shudder. "I'd rather die than go with you." I say, raising my bow and shooting him through the throat. The other Orcs raise up a battle cry as a horn bellows from behind me I turn around as an arrow pierces my shoulder and I’m thrown off Matac. Many Elves on white horse come into the clearing and start to take on the Orcs. I start to yell at them that this is my fight when a white horse is stopped in front of me. A tall Elf with long blonde hair dismounts and walks towards me. He looks at the arrow sticking out of my shoulder and without warning he grabs it and yanks it from my shoulder. As I scream he pushes me back against the tree with a blade held to my throat. A single tear rolls down my cheek as he speaks,
