Long lost

Damn Orcs

Authors note in the picture above her hair is black not red)

(Amelia's pov)

     Life is many things, fun, exciting, or happy, but in my situation it was none of the above. My life was filled with constant turmoil, despair, and anguish. Being kidnapped and hunted since I was but a little dwarfing, and for 10 years now. This world is cruel and unfortunately for a 22 year old dwarf like me (13 in human years) not a very nice place, this cruel world doesn't care if your little, big, tall, small, it takes the fun, and joy out of anything. 

            Take my current situation for example, I'm currently tied to a tree and in the clutches of the foulest creatures in Middle earth, Orcs. The orc camp I'm in at least has 10 of them, these creatures have been hunting me non-stop, and it gets annoying to hear their disturbing way of speaking, and have to look at their grotesque faces. I am jarred out of my thoughts by a hard slap to the face, feeling pain swell in my left right cheek. I am met with the yellow, and beady eyes of an orc. I've learned he is the leader of this pack, his name is Lãzügür, and he is the bane of my existence. This foul creature is the one who took me from my family, my home and has been hunting me ever since. This time I receive a kick in the stomach, "Did you not hear me dwarf scum?" says Lãzügür in his very annoying voice. "Does it look like I did?" I state with a smirk on my face. I am rewarded with a right hook, and a knee to the stomach. " Hold your tongue dwarf or I'll cut it off!" He screams in my face. Rather than responding I spit the blood that had been collecting in my mouth, at his face, effectively pissing him off. He growls and punches my in the eye, then turns around and tells his "men" to bring him the cat of nine tails, and orders me to be turned around on the tree. Now I'm facing the tree, waiting for the sting and burn of the whip to come. Then I feel a burning, stinging feeling, I grit my teeth in an effort to keep for crying out, but failed as a short, harsh cry left my lips, amusing the orcs in the camp.

(Third person pov)

As the company sat and ate, talking about random things, they where startled by a small scream, sounding not very far from their camp, several of the more experienced dwarf's hands moved to their sheaths, while the more "innocent ones" merely looked around in suspicion, and some in terror. They then all looked towards their leader, Thorin Oakenshield, who motioned for them to follow him as he carefully treaded through the forest surrounding them. After following the small grunts, and cackles they hide behind a bush just outside a clearing. None of them where prepared for what they saw, a young dwarf lass, was tied to a tree being whipped by an orc, while the others laughted in spite of her. Dwarf children and especially girls are held in great respect, and protected very heavily in dwarf culture, so it angered all of them greatly when they saw this. What surprised and angered some of them even more is when Thorin told them to wait to act and assess the situation first. None of them would act against him so they all turned their eyes the horrific scene in front of them.

(Amelia's pov)

As the whip continuously cracked against my back, I let several curse words slip out apparently amusing the orcs even more. Untieing me and turning me around the orcs tied me up and pressed my shredded back into the tree. Gritting my teeth, and staring the orcs straight in the eyes I didn't let my pain show, which must've disappointed Lãzügür, because he decided to get the brander out. Sparks flew when they pulled the the crudely fashioned instruments from the fire, he slowly and deliberately he walked towards me, smirking. When he reached my tied form, he grinned sadistically showing his yellow and jagged teeth. I didn't register his movements till I felt the hot and burning sensation on the left side of my ribs. Biting my lip, I tasted both old and new blood, and Lãzügür cackled, along with his gang of disgusting creatures. I didn't give them the pleasure of my screaming, or hearing how much pain I was in, how every time the brand touched my skin, pain and agony would rip through my nerves and destroy any hope of escape. "What's wrong princess?" He asked with that same stupid grin, all I did was once again spit blood in his face. Throwing the brand to the ground he proceed to punch and kick me till I was nothing more than a bruised, pained creature. Infuriated and enraged Lãzügür stormed out of camp telling the orcs to do what they want with me.