Saftey Saught | Legolas
In the dungeons of Bardur, Anya had been prisioner for nearly two months now. Not pleasent and easy months mind you...But she was a prisioner of war none the less. Another restless night, Anya spent trying to figure out someway to escape her prision 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. Anyamane 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 brought 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 …'"Anya'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 Mirkwood