In the dungeons of Bardur, Tauriel had been prisoner
for nearly two months now. Not pleasant and easy
months mind you…But she was a prisoner of war
none the less. Another restless night, Tauriel spent
trying to figure out someway to escape her prison
and return home. Her father must have been worried
after she had not come back with the soldiers.
It was about sunrise when, an orc had come to her cell
and dragged her out throwing her to the floor, “She elf
wants to play…Doesn’t she..”he said taunting her as
she cringed as she felt it pull her hair and take its knife
and cut her cheek. She looked away as she couldn’t stop it.
The head of the dungeons came over and kicked the orc to
the side, “She is not to be touched. We need her alive…and
untouched. I thought you understood such matters. “He said
as he cut off the orc’s head. Tauriel looked away as it happened
and she saw him smirk coming to her. “Lord Sauron, requires
you to pay him another visit …Elf”she was scared this time
when she felt herself forcefully brought up.
She twisted and turned as she looked around as she was
rought to a chamber..”She-elf…You have been not such the
nice visitor to my halls when you have stayed here. I believe
your time has come to pass into the next life… Your usefulness
has passed…Dispose of her…Painfully …‘“Tauriel ’s eyes went
wide as she had to escape…somehow.
Then as if an angel was watching over her, she saw an
attempt …It might kill her in the end, but she had to try. With
no weapons or objects to defend herself, she used her
fighting abilities and strengths to escape. With a miracle she
was able to. The Closet Refuge she would be able to find
was still months away and she in her undergarment she had
stolen an orcish outfit which was unsuitable to her needs but
it covered what needed to be covered none the less.
Two moons later, she made it to the Forest of Mirkwood. Her
strength almost gone she had passed out near the bridge to
the gates of elven city. An archer ran to the throne room as
Tauriel had supposed to be returned from her mission for nearly
a month ago. They feared the worst when their hunting parties
went to search for Tauriel, turned up nothing. Tauriel had been
moved to a healers room and he walked with Thranduil to where
Tauriel was and opened the door for the king.
Tauriel woke up briefly as she saw Thranduil, but with the torture
she had undergone, she didn't know what to believe. She winced
as she was asked by the healer to turn over and the whip marks
were shown and she was ashamed that Thranduil was even seeing
this seeing what had been done to her.
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