[Amanaduial the archer]

Elanor dived into the ditch behind the tree where her and Elwyn had changed and tried to blend into the ground. Orcs thundered past, men and elves after them and vice versa. After being threatened by two people who she had thought should be on her side, and being kicked in the face by the elf she was trying to rescue, she was only sure of one thing; there were way too many weapons flying around. She touched the side of her mouth and felt the blood trickling from it. Angrily she spat out trying to ignore the bitter taste.
Irritably she shifted as she felt something nobbly under her and checking there was no one near, she got up and felt around the ground underneath her. To her delight she found the sais under her robe. Slipping the robe on and sliding the sais into their straps she stealthily started running to the camp.

She reached the camp trying not to breathe to heavily and froze as she saw someone at the camp fire. They had a blanket around them so she could not see what manner of person it was. Sliding just one of her sais of its straps she crept up and dived on the creature, the main blade at its throat.
"Ahhhh! Get of me you filthy orc!" The creature gave a very un-orcish yell and kicked Elanor in the face with one long leg. Elanor, taken of guard, stumbled backwards, trying not to fall. Looking up she saw an elvish woman standing above her with a surprised look on her face.
"Youre...youre really not an orc are you?" She said warily. Elanor gave her a withering look which the elf returned with tired venom. Inside the human flinched; elvish eyes always seemed to carry about them such ancient wisdom, something which when you know you wont live even a tenth of ther lifespan, no human can ever easily match. The elf offered her hand to Elanor to pull her up. Elanor, not really a particularly trusting person ignored it, wiping her mouth where the blood was once again running. She was surprised to see the elf still hadnt withdrawn her hand, so Elanor took it and was pulled up.
"You know, that kick is becoming far to familiar!" She said reproachfully. At this the elf looked surprised. "You know the orc you kicked? Well Im not your usual human." As the other drew her sword Elanor sighed. "No! No! I mean, I can do magic! Anyway, I still dont know youre name."
"Tumnaooriel." Tumnaooriel then turned again and sat at the fire, icy silence enveloping her. Elanor opened her mouth to say more, before shrugging and sitting beside her. She understood others silence. Anyway there was no point- Elanor had reached the conclusion that elves had no apparent sense of humour.

[ June 15, 2002: Message edited by: Amanaduial the archer ]
really sorry nev, i didint mean anything by that really!

[ June 16, 2002: Message edited by: Amanaduial the archer ]