[Amanaduial the archer]

Elanor leant against a tree in a quiet wood, her eyes closed blissfully. Dappled light played over her eyes and her eyes were damp with water from the lake. A breeze blew past her, blowing a strand of air over her face. She lifted a hand to brush it off...

...at which point she found she could not move her hand.
The witches eyes snapped open and she found herself propped against a small cell wall, her hands bound behind her. In case there were guards she didnt move, simply flicked her eyes sidewards and to her relief she saw she was not alone; Elwyn sat nearby. Stretching out her foot, Elanor prodded her friend gently, and was greeted by a groan from the elf.
"Where in the name of Yavanna are we?" she muttered.
"Believe me, if I knew Id tell you!" Elanor whispered back, relieved that Elwyn seemed alright. "How are you? And how did we get here?"
"Well Id be much better if I wasnt tied with this blasted rope! Otherwise Im-"
"Rope?" Elanor interupted suddenly. That was strange; when the witch had moved her hands around she had been sure...just to make sure she twisted them around and felt the cold bite of metal into her wrists.
"Elwyn?" Elanors voice was tinged with panic as she moved her body around so her friend could see how she was tied. "Elwyn, whats around my wrists?"
The healer seemed puzzled as she answered. "Well...well the strange thing is...I could swear that was gold! Strange...too good for plain old rope?" Her parched voice was tinged with humour but the mortal girl had turned pale in the semi darkness. She leant her head back against the cold wall.
"Gold? No...please by all the gods no..." Gold. The only substance to render a witch completely powerless.
"Elwyn, I fear whoever is holding us here knows far too much about us...and our weaknesses..." She murmered.