Characters: Elladan and Elrohir
Rating: G-ish (violence)
Source: Pre-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s world, and all who dwell therein.
The blade scraped down his chest, cutting his leathers, trailing a path of fire into his skin. Foul breath sullied his face. Elladan sprawled helplessly on his back, completely winded, the bulk of the orc pressing down, hard.
The moving knife snagged his hip-bone. The elf hissed with pain, making his tormentor gurgle harshly, a noise that passed for laughter.
“Shall I make you into a sister, for your brother’s delight?” It rasped with a leer.
The orc shifted, its knife finding flesh, dangerously close to making that threat come true.
Elladan’s head reeled... the blade’s tip dug into him.
Another Sister? II
All at once, the weight across him lifted, the stench vanished... as did the knife from his groin. Elladan struggled up, shaking his head, groping for his own blade...
Elrohir lent down hard on the spear skewering the orc’s body. He twisted the heavy weapon and pulled it free. Blood sprayed as the orc gasped its last. He reached down to pull his brother to his feet. Fallen orcs surrounded them; other elves checked all were dead.
“I’ve no need of another sister – unless Brother, you really hold a desire for little Arwen to dress your hair in maiden’s braids!”