[Amanaduial the archer]

Nuhrive turned back to look at Nura as she whispered, about to ask her to hurry up, but softened. The girl seemed so young, but she couldnt truly be much younger than the elf. Nuhrive wondered how old she actually was, and resolved to find out later. Now was not the time. She smiled back at the girl and nodded. "You too, Nura, you too."

They continued to make their way through the forest, always coming closer to the sound of voices. A while before there had been the sound of metal on metal, swords no doubt, but now there was just the calm, quiet, reasonable voices. Nuhrive was thankful that they were getting closer, for from their original position she would not have been able to hear them at this volume. She felt a little dubious though; the voices were those of men. And men were the ones who had kidnapped her in the first place...

The sound of a familiar voice almost made her yelp in surprise as it spoke, just a few words. The voice of Ru-Sahn. But these few words were muffled with grief and, although the pain with which Ru-Sahn had addressed Nuhrive before was still there, the anger was not. Just pain and grief, tumbling emotions in his voice. The solemn voice of Garen followed this, but Nuhrive knew not what it was that he talked of. And hard labour? Ordered by Lord Celeborn? In the Golden Wood? Surely this couldnt be right...

She wanted to know what would happen, but after a few moments, she couldnt wait; she had to get Harlon help, and quickly; she had no idea of how bad his wound truly could be. Taking a deep breath she pushed through the bushes into the clearing, and saw heads, elven and human, turning towards her, their expressions all mirroring each others in their surprise. The elf maid knew she was interrupting something here, but she gently laid Harlon on the ground and, straightening, gave a shaky smile, staying well away from, Ru-Sahn.

"Yes, Im back." She murmered.