The Hobbit: Tales Untold

[The Returner]

Her chaos inducing trick was working, but some of the bats were already flying away, realizing that it would be better for the flock to re-locate rather than fight their intruders. Which was partially a reason why an expression of surprise graced her features as Thranduil spoke to her. She kind of expected a plan, instead of orders she has already led her life by. Tirneliell would never, by default, question anything the king would say or do, but now, in the situation that they were in, a shadow of a doubt bit on her consciousness, yet her gaze remained loyal, even the nod of her head swore allegiance to the king who she hoped would devise a plan to help set all of them free. As the shrieking in the air slowly died away, only the growling of the orcs surrounded their carts. Tirneliell could see the anger in their expression, and expected to be punished if maybe killed for her little rebellion.

((Sorry, I couldn't figure out what else to type in this situation (^^) If you want you can do the re-administration of the serum and maybe push them further on their way to the destination ;) ))

 

[Dipper]

Thranduil's expression remained stern and expectant as the elves before him nodded in near-unison. The soldiers were well trained for stressful situations, and Thranduil felt some semblance of assurance in the knowledge that they understood the seriousness of the threat behind his words. Overhead, the bats' attacks slowed until the last flew off into the treetops, leaving the orcs confused, enraged, and stumbling among each other whilst trying to figure out what had happened.

One orc, the king assumed it was the captain, barked out orders in harsh orcish tongue. Their bindings were redone, tighter and more secure, and the tallest orc who'd been preparing the serum earlier carried with him a cloth to coat a rugged looking dagger. A single swipe, across the cheek, and the serum was reintroduced. It was weaker, thinner than before, but the effect was similar once it began to take hold. Warmth, numbness, a faint fuzziness in the head that was followed shortly after by a vague tightness in the throat that choked any attempt to speak.

It was a fast acting poison, and within moments Thranduil's sense of time drifted and warped beyond his comprehension. A strand of thought, loosely wound in his subconscious, told him they were far from where they'd started, and no longer was their location familiar to him.

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Where he drifted, there was tugging. A very physical sensation that blinded his vision with colors he didn't recognize, then slowly faded into the more sensible shapes of elven armor and wide orc figures. Seconds or hours? Hours or days? He wasn't sure how long had passed, how much time he'd lost in the serum. His eyes cracked open, and a faint headache set in.