Off we went, the Orcs mainaing a steady trot, me half trotting, half hanging. Orcs have amazing stamina. They kept up tha steady pace four a few hours before stopping in the fast fading light. They trussed me to a tree. They made a fire and cooked some more unfortunate beast. I was given water (I hope it was water) which I took. I must have slept at some stage as I was kicked awake with what I assumed was an Orc "Cheery Good Morning". And off we went again. I was seriously pissed off (excuse my bad language) at this stage, mainly at myself still, as the miles were eaten up at the relentless pace. Eventually a low dark stone holdfast came into view. Long abandoned by it's human builders, and nearly totally overgrown wtih undergrowth, I had no choice but to be taken in. Thrown into a wet, smelly cell I was left alone to ponder my fate. I did not like the look of the manacles hanging on the wall.
I was right not to like the look of them, they were for me. Held down by very strong hands (and a foot or two) I was locked into old rusty collar and cuffs, all hammered home with iron. Chained to the wall. A helpless captive. I could see no escape. It got worse as they came back periodocally and beat seven shades of "you know what" out of me. I soon realised that this was a planned assault, not a random "lets beat the elf up" fun filled day out. No bones broken and they concentrated on my muscles, arms, thighs and backside. I wasn't being beaten up .... I was being tenderised !!!
