About fifteen minutes earlier, we had pushed several rocks into a deep well, setting off loud, reverberating noises and creating a distraction for us to slip away unnoticed.
"Shh...We’re there..." Isilindil voice drifted out of the darkness, halting me mid-step.
"Do you have the sack?" I asked. It was crucial to our plan, but so common in the art of kidnapping that I feared that they might expect it anyways.
I peeped around Isilindil's silhouette. There were two Muted, one taller and wider, and the other much smaller and weasely, standing guard by the secret exit out of the caverns, it was known only to the ones on the inside, practically invisible on the outside. I don't think dwarves had made it, as it was neither fancy nor grand. It was crude and hewn out of the rock as if by swords hacking they’re way through the undergrowth. But it was useful and therefore valuable.
"Alright... On the count of three...One... two... three!" With a graceful bound, Isilindil soared out of the hallway we had been huddled in, and landed in a pile on the first, larger Muted.
I ran out of the cavern a split-second later and silenced the first Muted, who had begun to wail, with a quick blow to the head.
Isilindil threw the sack over, and I pulled it over the smaller Muted's head. Isilindil strode over - I glanced at the large Muted. He was stunned, not dead. I felt strangely relieved - as if I had grown close to these Muteds, and did not wish any harm to befall them. With a shock, I realized that WAS how I felt.
Looking away, I saw Isilindil tie the sack up and host it over her shoulder. I too shouldered the packs of food and equipment we had salvaged, well, stole, from the Muted, and we stood up.
"To Rivendell?" I asked, although it wasn’t really a question.
"To Rivendell." She replied.
And out we stepped, leaving Moria and the Muted. I stepped outside; the night was cold and fresh. I took a breath, and then set off after Isilindil.
We left Moria, and probably left enemies.
-Ruby Burrows
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