User blog:Maltalidenta Kwuitidherali/No i nuruhuinen (LOTR-esque fanfic)

No i nuruhuinen
‘Here we are, call it home if you will. We should be safe here. Especially you, my darling.’ My father looked at me, and tried to look brave. But I could see straight through it, even as young as I was.

‘Daddy, will I ever see my friends again?’ I asked, trying to make sense of the situation. As I have mentioned, I was very young.

‘Look, here’s the truth of it. You probably won’t, and if you do you’ll wish you didn’t.’ His answer puzzled me at the time, but I understand it now. They were dead, and to see them would’ve scared me witless. ‘Just try to get some sleep, okay?’

I was not long asleep before I heard noises, so I got up to check what it was. Usually it would’ve been mice scurrying, or a predator hunting in the valley below. When I got up there however, it was a very different type of predator than expected. My father was being attacked by three dark skinned creatures, wearing some form of armour. They were shaped like men, but had a fierce look to them. He screamed out in pain, and I ran forwards. I could not bear him in pain, such the fool I was. They tore his arm off and let it fall to the ground with the blood going everywhere, and left him writhing in pain on the ground. Then they ran towards me, and I froze. Memories came of the murder of my mother by these creatures, not long before this. She had suffered the same cruel fate as my father, being torn limb from limb and then slowly eaten whenever the creatures grew hungry. Father killed those creatures, and we recovered what we could of my mother’s body. It was a grisly sight, lumps of bone sticking out everywhere and flesh flapping off in places. We cremated what we could, and ran. But there were more of the creatures, more than we could ever imagine. We had been running for days, and when we stopped there we were caught.

My father looked at me, and even then I couldn’t move. I will never forget the look of anguish in his eyes, and the terror. He had not looked so scared before, not even when he thought he was going to die. It was the thought that I was to die that scared him the most. ‘Run.’ He croaked, but still I could not move. The creatures grabbed me, and made me watch him being torn to pieces. First they tore his other arm off at the elbow, and tried to feed it to me raw. I had no choice. Next came his leg, and he began to scream shrilly, and I can forget neither the look on his eyes from moments before or that sound. It was almost as if his own life force was tearing its way out of him, and moments later he went limp. It was at that very moment I felt the grip from those creatures on my arm loosen, and my grief had turned to anger. I fled, as fast as I possibly could. Into the trees, from one place to another. Always running, always hiding. I have changed very little since then, but I have become more adept to running. There are too many though, and whenever I try to exact my revenge I am reminded of the horrors of that day, and now I am here, once more in their grasp. There are worse fates than death, slavery is among them. But to be forced to perform sexual acts is the worst thing that any human could do. It seems that is to be my fate.

There are rumours of a power to the west, one that still holds a slight foothold in this barren waste. Whatever the cost, I have made it my quest to pursue this rumour and I can only hope against hope that it is true; that there is still good in this world. I am on the move again now, soon to be put in the centre of the camp under guard. It appears I am valuable to them. All the more for them to loose. Once more their grip loosens, and I see my chance. I try to run, but I am off by a fraction of a second. I hit one of the creatures, and spin away. Nevertheless, I am still out of their grasp. I am running into the trees now, fleeing for my life. Perhaps I will be lucky enough to see the sun rise. It has not risen for many a day now, and darkness has taken its grip over all. It seeps into our very life force and corrupts. There is no hope of life for us here, so we must leave. If only I can get to the last outpost in the west, that is my name for it. I have not seen light but by torch for six days now, and it is two months at most to the last outpost. I can reach it, I will reach it. It is only a matter of time, and willpower.