[Amanaduial the archer]

Nuhrive heard sounds of violence from behind her and, confused, she looked over her shoulder and saw the easterling was no longer pursuing her! She stopped, trying to catch her breath and listened harder for the sounds from the place where she had just run from. A smile crept over her face; the elves! She was now grinning madly, but then she heard the sound of feet coming fast in her direction; two sets of feet! Nuhrive didnt try to run again; she was far too out of breath. She ducked into some thick bushes and moments later her the first 'pursuer' bound into view, lugging a sword too big and too heavy for him, his cheerful outfit rather tattered now, his round face flustered.

"Harlon!" Nuhrive almost shouted, then lowered her voice. "Harlon! Psssst!" She hissed. The fool turned and spotted her, Nuhrive darted forward, grabbing the fool and dragging him into her hiding place.

Moments later a huge easterling ran into view, his sheath notably empty. Harlon grinned sheepishly as Nuhrive glared at him. She lifted a moderately large stone and threw it into the bushes further back. The dim witted easterling immediately took off away in that direction. But Nuhrive was going to make sure the easterling didnt come back; she took her dagger out of her sheath. She murmered a small prayer over the elegant weapon, then hurled it accurately at the easterling.

The dagger struck his back and went in up to the hilt, but Nuhrive looked away. The huge man roared in anger and pain, staggering about before falling with a crash into the bushes. Nuhrive breathed a sigh of relief and, walking swiftly over, took the dagger from his back. But he wasnt fully dead, but dying slowly. Nuhrive gritted her teeth; she knew what had to be done in cases like this, to stop someone suffering, no matter who they were. She lifted his head with a firm hand and slit his throat. Immediately the man slumped, completely dead. Nuhrive wiped her dagger on the grass with a shudder and walked back to Harlon, trying not to show her distress.

"Come on." She said, taking off towards the camp.

"Where are you going?" Harlon was still out of breath. "I have to take you back to safety."

Nuhrive smiled at him, but there was a grim edge to it. "Thank you Harlon, but I will not simply sit in a safe place. I have a friend back there." She remembered Nura's face all too well. Without another word she ran off in the direction of the battle. Harlon stared after her in a depressed way, then sighed hopelessly and followed, huffing and puffing.