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Aug 28, 2013 01:33PM
"Fine you want to take me as a prisoner go ahead." Woodsong said hoping Legolas, Aragorn, and Branwen were gone he was buying them as much time as he could.
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Seeing as they were all surrounded by orcs in the slave quarters far in the basement, there was no way that Legolas, Aragorn, and Branwen had escaped. She clucked her tongue. "And here I was expecting a challenge."
((There are ways...))
"If you want a fight I'll give you a fight." Woodsong said looking at her.
"If you want a fight I'll give you a fight." Woodsong said looking at her.
"I still insist that you go first if not will be standing here all day." Woodsong said smiling.
((Kay))
((Kay))
Woodsong laughed. "You're not taking any advantage."
She faded into shadow and her sword rested on his neck an instant later. She was behind him. "Your move?"
"Indeed it is, knight to queens rook four." He said smiled as he ducked down and rolled away standing up he said "your turn."
She smiled thinly. "Checkmate." He'd moved in the way of an orc, who grabbed his arms and pinned them to his sides.
"And you think I haven't beenin this position before." He said smiling quickly he headbutted the Orc dazing him for only a second, Woodsong turned and broke the orcs neck. "You can run on for a long time but sooner or later gods gonna cut you down." He said smiling.
Quickly he took them out not even phased and put on another smiled and looked around.
The shadows seemed to come to life. They reached like tendrils to Woodsong. Melissa was smirking madly.
"So you control shadows how'd that happen?" He asked looking at the advancing shadows.
Woodsong smiled and looked at shadows with interest "where are you now?"
"Well I can't see why you just sound more annoying." Woodsong said never breaking his smile.
The orcs shackled him and the others, chaining them in a line. The shadows retracted and Melissa appeared, smirking. "DeAngmar."
"Well now you can entertain yourself." Woodsong said looking at her.
"Well I'm Woodsong then." He said smiling again.
"I'm just Woodsong." He said,
((He probably will))
Woodsong kept looking at her puzzled.
Woodsong kept looking at her puzzled.
"Take them to the dungeons and report to Sauron. We're going to have fun later. Bind the suicidal one and watch him closely."
He laughed "I'll find a way and you know I will." He hissed.
"I will just not now." Woodsong said smiling yet again.
"Fun but not satisfaction." Woodsong said his body paling from blood loss.
The orcs poured their vile liquor over the wounds. They would heal, but have brown scars ever after. "You will survive."
Branwen looked at each of her friends and her father sadly. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault." Branwen said wanting to cry, and just kill herself. She knew she was going to be staying there as a servant, her work tripled and would most likely die by the end of the month. It was cruel, Mordor, to have so many evil souls and not even one ray of light.
"It isn't. It's mine. Stop claiming credit for my ideas. Heroes have a terrible tendency to do that."
"Actually it is my fault, b*astard. I asked then to help me get out of this living hell, and then of course you had to come up. So why don't you just shut up your, a**hole?" Branwen said clenching her fists, her jaw set. She knew that would get her in trouble, but she didn't care now.
"Don't blame yourself for any of this." Woodsong said and looked in her eyes with his tried eyes. "If you do anything don't kill yourself you're important you have someone who loves you." He said ignoring the other girl.
"How un-princess-y of you. Put her with the others. Chain them apart, but together. He won't kill himself with her to watch."
"Oh, we'll that's to bad because now you won't have any food since I'm the last maid. What a shame..." Branwen said sarcastically. When the orcs even tried to touch her, she would slice off there arms.
"Nonsense. Drax has a steady supply of women in his quarters." The shadows enveloped Branwen and held her still.
Branwen was pushed into the darkness and then wasn't seen.
Branwen silently whimpered, as she was being tussled so roughly. Two orcs held her wrists, and she pulled away trying to attempt to run. They pulled her back, and she stopped struggling. "Let. Me. Go."





