[Amanaduial the archer]

Nuhrive tried to grab at Harlons arm as he jumped down, but missed the fool narrowly. However, she did put him off and, his concentrations spoiled, his landing went awry; as Harlon hit the ground his ankle crumpled beneath him and he fell awkwardly. The effect of having an elf garbed in the bright, if now rather more tattered than usual, fools garb was enough to stop the easterling in his tracks.

Rogar looked puzzled for a moment before continuing forward, raising a foot to kick Harlon out of the way like an angry master at a bad dog, but the fool leapt to his feet and out of the way. His movements seemed graceful, but Nuhrive spotted the slight grimace of pain before it was covered by his wide, infuriating grin. Harlon stretched the corners of his mouth down with his fingers, making them turn down in a comically sad expression before wagging a finger at Rogar, a stern face like that of a school teachers now taking preference over his sadness.

"Now now, young master, tisnt nice to kick old gentlemen like myself. Your mother wouldnt be proud of you, now, would she? But behold!" He leapt back, pretending to catch sight of Nura for the first time. "Could that be your dear old mother slung over your shoulder there with such little grace? To be sure, young man, tis a disgrace, I say, tis a-"

Harlon didnt finish his sentence as he ducked the hand of his victim, swinging towards him like a christmas ham. "-a disgrace." He finished from his new perch on a log to the side of Rogar. The easterling was getting annoyed now at this puny and infuriating elf, whom he fully suspected to be mocking him, and decided to deal with him more fully. With little ceremony, he dumped Nura on the ground, giving her a warning glare to tell her to stay where she was. Then he turned back towards Harlon...or where Harlon had been, for the fool had now moved again, jumping from place to place like a jack-hare. Nuhrive continued to stay quiet, not wanting to attract attention; the plan was that Rogar wouldnt even see her if possible. So to get Nuras attention she threw a small twig down, hitting the girl on the head. Nura flinched almost out of habit, used to her brother and his companions, then looked up. Nuhrive leant down out of the tree, holding on with one hand and reaching down to her friend with the other.

"Come on- we're getting out of here. Coming to see the elves?" She hissed, grinning. Nura was speechless but took the offered hand and between them, the pair managed to get Nura into the tree. But as Nura was just getting her breath, a sound attracted Nuhrives attention. She looked over sharply and saw Harlon wince in pain and stumble backwards as he landed badly once again on his painful ankle. Harlon was still advancing on the elf and he swung at him once again with a huge fist, knocking the elf to the ground. Then, in front of Nuhrives horrified eyes, Rogar unsheathed his sword...

"No! Harlon!" She couldnt help herself and the cry was out before she could stop it. The fool looked up...and so did Rogar! Nuhrive saw him trying to struggle to his feet, but having a little trouble. The fool was waving at Nuhrive to get out of here, but the elf knew she couldnt do that. She would do a little attention seeking herself... She stood up on her perilous perch in the fork of the tree and waved both arms at the easterling man.

"Yes, thats right, bozo!" She yelled at Rogar, trying to cover her fear with her loud words. She made an obscene gesture at him. "Come on then, come and get me! Or will you let a little elf maiden get away from you!"

Rogar growled in an almost animal manner and, to Nuhrives equal horror and satisfaction, he started towards the tree. But still she persisted with infuriating the brute. "Yeah thats right, you son of an orc and a donkey! Up here!"

Rogar now stood at the bottom of the tree and, placing his feet firmly apart, he got a solid grip on it. And began to shake the tree! Nuhrive grabbed Nura as she started to fall, as the girl still seemed to be in a form of shock, and both of them clung onto the tree for dear life. Nuhrive muttered under her breath, wishing she knew some of the elven tree magic her tutors were always trying to force into her, wishing she had her dagger, wishing the other elves werent so busy....