One of them, shorter than its fellows and wearing a muddy red vest, saw that she was awake. With a hiss, it scuttled up to the cage and thrust its spear through the bars.

She dodged out of the way of the spear.
"He-" She couldn't yell, her head hurt to much, she just groaned in pain.

"Greertig, stop tryn' to poke the meat," snapped the second, taller creature. "Aint no good if all the blood runs out."

"Pah, I was just makin sure it was tender, is all." The other snorted and spit on the ground, then glared at Amelia with greedy red eyes. "Why we waitin about? Lets just eat it already."

"The chief aint back yet." The taller creature replied impatiently. "He as to make sure this thing is safe to eat."

They gave her a last longing glare, then stomped back to the fire pit, arguing and spitting at each other.

"If you are going to cry, please do it quietly," murmured a familiar voice at her back. "Goblins can smell fear. They will only torment you more if you give them a reason."

"Ok. I will hide my fear." She said quietly with a sigh.
'This is going to be harder than I thought...' She said to herself.

Grimalkin was crouched by one corner. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, and his strong, sharp teeth were chewing at one of the leather bindings.

She acted like she didn't notice, looking slightly at the ground.
'What am I supposed to do after I'm free...' She asked herself.

Goblins leaped to their feet, hissing and scuttling about, as a large creature sauntered out of the forest into the middle of the encampment.

It was another goblin, only bigger, broader, and meaner-looking than its fellows. It wore a crimson uniform with brass buttons, the sleeves rolled up and the tails dragging along the ground. It also carried a curved blade, rusty bronze and jagged along the edge. It snarled and swaggered into the camp, the other goblins cringing away from it.

"Shut up, ya pack of jabberin dogs," the chief roared, aiming a blow at a couple of goblins who didnt get out of his way quick enough. "Worthless, the lot of ya! I been hard at work, raidin the borderlands, an what have you lot got to show me, eh? Nothin! Not even a rabbit fer the stewpot. Ya make me sick."

"Chief, chief!" cried several goblins at once, dancing around and pointing. "Lookit, lookit! We caught something! We brought it back for you!"

"Eh?" The chiefs gaze flashed across the camp, his evil eyes fastening on Amelia. "Whats this? Did you miserable louts actually manage to catch a high an mighty elf?"

He sauntered toward the cage.

'Keep cool... Keep.... Cool....' She sighed before looking up at the chief with a poker face.
'Ill try my best...'

"What in Pans privates is this?" the goblin chief snorted. "This aint no elf, you cretins. Not unless she bartered away her ears! Besides--" he sniffed the air, wrinkling his snotty nose "--it smells different. Ey, funny elf-thing." He smacked the cage with the flat of his sword. "What are ya?"

"Pfft. Now, you would like to know? Not to be rude, Chief? But tell me why, 'cause what I over heard was you were planning on eating me, and I am not too fond of that." She glared.

(Hey Hazel's here now xD since she is basically the polar opposite of Amelia haha)