`Elves!’ thought Bordon as two of them had their bowstrings pulled to their ears, and were pointing their shot at his neck. Their were nearly fifty of them all around the company; one approached Bordon with only a sword on his belt. His hair was black and long, his eyes deep with wisdom and age, yet his face was fair and smooth. His armor fit his figure perfectly, and catching the eye of Bordon, was the wink of a jewel hanging from a fine line around his neck.
`Why does a company of dwarves pass through the land of elves? Let me know the purpose of your trotting upon our soil,’ said the elf.
`We have a common purpose, I can ashore you,’ said Bordon.
`In such times as these, any who live or move inside our borders are bound by the same purpose. What is your name, and those of your leaders?’
`I am the leader of this company… I am Bordon, son of Fordon, and my second in command is Rulldon, son of Donli, and thirdly is Keiwick, son of Keiwick.’
`What is your business here?’ asked the elf again.
`You tell me your name, and I shall enlighten you,’ snorted Bordon.
`Foolish words, for you should not be so commanding to those who may take your lives’
`And in such times as these, it would be only a fool to kill forty allied dwarves,’ replied Bordon.
`I am not so sure you are allies,’ said the elf. `Dwarves are being paid to betray their own. The orcs have obtained great amounts of gold and jewels while hollowing the bellies of the mountains, and with it they have become strong and mischievous. How can I be sure you are not in league with our enemy?’
`For we have come to fight them!’ replied Bordon. `We are marching to the Lonely Mountain to aid our kin in this war. We have no desire for riches, we only want victory and revenge for the deaths of our people’
An elf walked silently to the front of the line and lent close to the leader. They whispered a few elvish words and then the elf departed. The leader stayed and glared at Bordon with those thousand year old eyes.
`If you are indeed the enemy of our foe, then why do you march with an armed orc, unbound or chained?’
`He is the key to the gates of Zurk-uk’s fortress,’ said Bordon sternly. The elves suddenly cringed at the sound of that name; their fair faces grew dark, and the wind blew strong in the treetops. And a quickly as the name was spoken, the winds calmed, and the elves looked radiant again.
`Do not speak that name again while so near his listening ears!’ the elf spoke with a tremble. `If that name is heard, spoken by the foe of our enemies, his powers can enter around us. He shall be called the Unnamed, and nothing else’
`Very well,’ Bordon said. `And as I was announcing: If any harm is done to the orc, then I shall take it personally, as if doing the very same to me!’
The elf looked suspiciously at the dwarf, and then spoke words of his own tongue to an elf next to him.
`I must put shackles on the orc, and cover his eyes, for he is our enemy, and cannot be trusted.’
`Then bind me as well,’ said Bordon, holding out his hands. They granted his request and wrapped his wrists with cords, and covered his eyes with cloth.
`We will take you and your company to the house of Vaulor, our king, and there we will decide if you are friend or foe.’
`First let me know your name,’ commanded Bordon.
`I am Galaglon, of the woodland elves.’
The elves put away their bows and led the grumbling company off the path, into the dense forest that was black with shadows. York-ie once again had to feel the painful bite of tightly wrapped binds around his wrists; he was a prisoner, blind folded, and being pushed and dragged like a beast of cattle. The forest was close around him, he could barely walk without falling into a bushel of thorns or wet pile of leaves. With every passing minute, York-ie regretted ever waking up… and at times, York-ie wished he would have run away, when instead he saved the company from goblins. He wished he would have run away when the company was asleep, and there was no moon, and not even a bat or nightly creatures would have seen him run. But he didn’t; and now, Gordon and Gurwick were dead, Dok was lost, and York-ie was in the hands of elves who would show no mercy, and would not listen to the words of Dwarves who they think were traitors. Many times in the past, York-ie thought his life was at its unaccomplished end, or that he would remain a prisoner for the rest of his evil days- but this time, he felt it even stronger then ever before. “What can an orc do, against a world that hates you?” he thought. An answer never came to him…
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.