[Amanaduial the archer]

The dappled sunlight coming from between the trees played on Elanors eyelids, waking her slowly. She half opened her eyes to see not many people were awake at this early hour of the morning. Yawning she got up, deciding to make herself useful; maybe it would improve her standing with the others.
You better stay away from me witch...
Culloths words came back to Elanor. She glanced nervously at Bulvards warrior sister, now lying on a small pile of leaves beside her brother. How had the witch become so entwined in the affairs of those who resented her? She thought of the strange episode with the hawk, the riddles it had spoken in, filling her mind with strange dreams throughout the night, although for some reason they had vanished as quickly as the morning dew. Why did the last line seem to overshadow the rest in her mind?
What you see is not real, those who know will not tell .
"Ive never been all that good at solving riddles." She loosed a small stream of sparks onto a pile of twigs she had collected, starting a small fire. She jumped as she heard a voice behind her.
"Making another potion to fool us all witch?" Elanor spun around as if she had been stung at Harolas' voice. He was lounging against a tree and his words were full of spite; whats more he did not seem tired, and Elanor realised he mus have been watching her all the time.
"Ah yes, what a potion, soup! Terrifying!" Harolas seemed to take the quiet murmer as more than it was and leapt on it.
"Yes thats right, brew your potion and mutter your words over it, plotting to poison us all-" He taunted, but Elanor interupted him.
"Why would I do that?!" She burst out. Her temper rarely flared up but this insolent elf was too much. "Why would I poison those who have showed me kindness, my companions and frien-"
"Dont say that word!" He cut her off just as sharply."I am certainly no friend of any deceitful witch. And I am sure the others would agree. Especially those you enchant and make ill, meddling in their buisness, distressing their families!"
"Thats not true!"
"Then what happened? Bulvard suddenly got ill without any cause?"
"No, I-"
"A hawk can speak like a man?"
"I had nothing to do with-"
"And you are at the root of it all." Culloth, now awake, relished the last words, hearing the desperation in the witchs voice. The witch, who had been backing away from the now standing elf spun around with a cry, running into the surrounding forest with a sob.