Retribution [LoTR] [FxFxF, OrcxElf, Noncon] | By : LoveHatesYou Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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At long last Lorelei finally picked up the trail of her soon to be prey on the foothills of Redhorn Pass. It seemed that the gods were smiling on her that day, had she arrived even one day later she likely would not have been able to determine which path the orcs were taking. These parts of the mountains were perilous and more importantly impossible to travel off the main path, giving Lorelei the opportunity that she needed to catch up to the orcs she hunted.
She followed behind them for days, examining them from afar, learning their every habit and tendency. Lorelei was patient in her planning, after all she had been chasing this endgame for more than a decade now, she simply couldn't afford to make any mistakes. The female elf knew her own capabilities, she was a skilled archer and hunter, but a head-on assault of one elf girl verses nearly a couple dozen battle-born orcs might not bare the results that she needed. No, this needed to be planned carefully and every risk calculated before she made her final move.
She gathering supplies along the way, making extra bows and arrows and collecting the ingredients that she needed to producing arrows laced with fire. It seemed poetic to use the same element of destruction that the orcs had used against her clan all those years ago. It brought an almost wicked smile to her soft lips when she imagined orc corpses laid out, burning on the ground.
The attack was planned for when the orcs would be at their drunkest and weakest, she even went so far as to sneak into the camp when most of the orcs were sleeping, avoiding the orcs who were supposed to be keeping watch though the night to add some extra herbs to the alcoholic beverage that they consumed daily, herbs that would render the mixture even more potent than it already was.
She spent days building a contraption that would shoot off all the bows she'd made at the same time, giving the appearance of a full blown siege. The night finally came when she was finally ready. She set up her mechanical creation just off the path and some distance behind the position of the orc camp, setting up every bow and stopping to admire her own work before setting everything in motion. Her heart raced with excitement and glee that was out of character for elves. Though her people made excellent warriors, killing was usually a logical choice, one made out of necessity, not something to take pleasure in. It was clear though that Lorelei's personal history took her to a place that made her not quite like other elves.
A long hood covered Lorelei's face as she walked into the camp, fire raining down all around her as she drew her arrows with precise speed that crippled and killed her every target. She brought them down, one after another until there was only one left before her, the one that she was saving for last. She could never forget the face of that Urak-hai who called all the shots, and had taken the most pleasure from slaughtering her family. She wanted him to die last, she wanted him to feel all the pain that she felt for all of these years. He needed to suffer for his sins, Lorelei sore that she would not let him die a quick or painless death...
She put an arrow in his shoulder to keep him down while she prepared her 'work' area. Everything that she needed was neatly packed in the satchel that she now lowered from over her shoulder, daggers, ropes, and other odds and ends that looked just as painful. She had an almost evil smirk on her face as she made a knot with the rope, quick hands tossing the lasso style knot around the hand attached to his wounded arm, pulling it tightly as she circled around the Urak-hai.
She nearly had him exactly how she wanted him when she felt something unexpected rise up underneath her feet, causing her to trip on the muddy ground. She cried out in shock, looking down at her ankle, at the ugly orc fingers digging into the side of her leather boot. The orc had an arrow sticking out of his gut, yet somehow he'd used the last bit of his strength to drag himself close enough to trip Lorelei. In his dying moment, he chuckled deeply, coughing up blood as he took his last breath, but it bought Bolg just enough time.
The last thing he saw was his leader lifting the elf girl off the ground, thick fingers digging into the soft flesh of her neck.
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