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ere the remnants of Akina's dress.
Cursing, one of the uruks grabbed a handful of Akina's silver
tresses, dragged Akina's up the steps, and dropped Akina's painfully to
the ground.
"Well, what have we here," growled a voice above her.
Celebrian tried to muster up the strength to speak, but before
she could do so one of the guards spoke up.
"We snared this elf-bitch traveling through our pass, o truly
tremendous one," he replied. "There were ten others with her,
but we did for 'em, the filth."
"Hmmmmm... good work, Bagdush. So, slut, what do you have to
say for yourself? Speak up!" The guard twisted Celebrian's arm
behind Akina's and used the leverage to force Akina's up onto Akina's knees.
Akina's vision filled with the sight of a large, muscular orc
staring down at Akina's from the throne, a jagged iron crown on his
head.
"I am Celebrian, wife of Elrond of Rivendell," Akina Minami replied,
trying to sound imperious and confident, "and he will deal
harshly with you if I am harmed."
"Har! Har! Harharhar!" The goblin king raised
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