Haldir watched Daeriul run quickly back into Lorien, without uttering a word to him.
He called after her, but his cries were hollow echoes amongst the trees.
Haldir stopped himself from going after her; he knew she could take care of herself. And the reason for her leaving was of no concern to him, he had learnt this many times before.
He felt his eyes pull back into the direction of the Brown Lands. The dark mass was now even closer. His sharp eyes picked out the individual shadows from each other.
Haldir frowned, the rapidly moving mass was in army…of what sort, he did not know.
Then his eyes widened in fear as he remembered what Daeriul had told, “reports that the Uruk’Hai are massing. They are coming to Lothlorien, to destroy us.”
Haldir could not believe that she had told him that. He thought that everything would be fine after Sauron was defeated. But the time of his people were over, they would be destroyed or be forced to sail to the Undying Lands.
Splashing awoke him from his thoughts, a small band of Uruk’Hai were crossing the Anduin River. They held wickedly curved swords above their gnarled heads as they waded into the strong current.
Haldir smiled to himself for he knew that the current was too strong for them to be able to cross. By the time they reached the middle they would be swept away.
His smile disappeared as they reached the middle of the river, but still carried on towards him. He unsheathed his daggers and kicked himself for leaving his bow behind.
The first Uruk’Hai that reached the shore let out a loud war-like cry. He ran quickly towards Haldir, his sword rose high above him. As he drew nearer Haldir easily stepped aside and plunged one of the elven daggers into the Orcs gullet.
The Orc stopped short, he grabbed the handle and pulled the dagger out of his stomach without even flinching. Haldir watched as the orc snapped the blade easily and threw it to the ground.
Dark blood oozed from the wound but the Orc cared not, he was even more furious. He charged at Haldir again, this time his blade pointing at Haldir’s stomach.
Haldir stood frozen as he watched the Uruk’Hai snap his blade. He had never seen an Orc as strong as this one was. His feet were frozen to the ground as the Orc charged at him again, his mind screamed at him to move, but he could not.
Another cry came from the river and the Orc stopped only inches away from Haldir. He breathed a sigh of relief and shuddered at the smell the creatures foul breath.
Another gnarled creature came into sight, oozing with foul mud and water. He spoke in harsh Common Speech.
“Crîülè, do not harm him! We have our orders!”
Crîülè stared at his commanding officer with hate, “But look at what the filthy being did to me!” He pointed to the gaping hole in his abdomen and snarled at Haldir.
“How do you know that he is the one that the master told us to get?” His eyes blazed at his comrade, now ignoring the shaken elf.
Haldir came out of his frozen state and back into reality. He thought over his odds, if he attacked he would most surely get hurt. But if he ran back into Lorien, he just might be able to lose them. He slowly edged towards the trees of Lorien, whilst the two Orcs continued to argue. He darted quickly in and heard the leader shout out in surprise.
He ran as fast as he could, jumping over logs and dodging low tree branches, though he was not lucky, for some caught in his hair and scratched at his face. He could only hear the pounding of his heart but then the sounds of his attackers filled his mind.
He carelessly tripped over a small rock and stumbled, but he did not fall. Something clubbed him over his head; he fell to the ground with a hard thud.
Haldir lay face down in the leaves, dazed. The voices floated above him.
“Never disobey my commands again Crîülè, or you shall have to answer to the master himself if any of his possessions are harmed. But we have him now, all we need to do is find the she-elf. She must be around here somewhere, I can smell her,” the voice growled.
“Crîülè! You shall take the other’s with you to find her, but I warn you now do not harm her! That is the master’s wishes, and it shall stay that way!”
Crîülè mumbled under his breath and sent Grúï’lyë a poisonous look, but he followed his orders and departed with two other’s.
Grúï’lyë waited until they were out of sight, he turned Haldir onto his back and thought to himself, why is this elf so important? He turned Haldir over again and bound his hands. He swung the limp elf over his shoulder and started slowly in the direction of Crîülè and the other Orcs.
Haldir lifted his head, everything around him was spinning, he was upon something hard. It then dawned to him that he was being carried over someone’s shoulder. He struggled with his hands but they were bound tightly together upon his back.
Grúï’lyë stopped, he felt the elf struggle and then stop. He carried along and came upon Crîülè who was bending over something; the other Orcs were watching him intently.
Crîülè looked up at Grúï’lyë approaching, a horrid grin placed upon his distorted face.
Grúï’lyë placed the somewhat unconscious elf beside the other Orcs and walked over to the figure that lay sprawled on the ground. Matted blood lay on half her face, her eyes were glazed over but she was still conscience. Her long raven dark hair lay about her sprawled body. Grúïlyë grinned, this was she, this is what they had come for, though he wondered…
“Crîülè, what happened to her? You better not have done anything rash.”
Crîülè stood angrily at Grúï’lyë, “I found her like this! Do not accuse me!”
He drew his Mordorian blade and pointed it at Grúï’lyë, “Or I shall fight you for your position!”
Grúï’lyë stared at him thoughtfully, then let out a disgusting throaty sound, his laughter.
“Put it away Crîülè, there is no need for that here. But maybe you can choose to fight for this position when we return, but I highly doubt that you shall achieve killing me!”
More laughter was followed, Crîülè put away his blade and sneered to himself, yes the time will come, and the rightful leader shall step up.
Grúï’lyë announced quickly to the others, “This is her, the master will be pleased. Pick her up, the rest of you can go to the city, destroy everything.”
Crîülè picked her up and disarmed her, snapping her hand made elvish blades. Grúï’lyë picked up Haldir also, and spoke to the other Orcs before they departed, “The other’s are coming, they won’t be long, do not fully attack the City. Take care of those who are wandering out of the City, quickly and quietly, we do not want any news of our presence. Not until they arrive.”
The Orcs nodded in agreement of their orders and stealthily stole into the direction of Cerin Amroth.
Grúï’lyë took lead and started back to the edge of Lorien, they were returning to Mordor. Their mission was completed, their master would reward them greatly, Grúï’lyë grinned to himself.
We return to the forests again. Our hobbit friend has lost all faith and finds the true meaning of apathy by the end of this chapter. He is taken captive by a band of elves and one human. This chapter suggests that some of his past will be revealed soon.