[Carnëiach]

Elanors eyes flicked open in the darkness as Ransom moved in his sleep beside her, his sword hilt digging into her back. Elenna was whispering nearby, speaking Elanor presumed to the other elf. She couldnt make out the words but decided to intefere before Elenna destroyed the woman and rendered her useless.
"Elwyn..." She murmered, so as not to disturb Ransom. She sat up and saw, not to her great surprise, that Elwyns dagger was being moved slowly in front of the elfs eye, its gleam catching what little light there was. Elwyn was obviously about to strike but the witch moved towards her. The elven warrior turned towards her, a wicked glint in her eyes.
"Dont restrain me Elanor. She deserves what I promised her, and she knows it."
"I will not restrain you. I simply seek knowledge from her."
"Do not ungag her, she will cry for help, cowardly and unworthy-"
"I seek it from her mind." Elwyn seemed to think about this then smiled and turned to the other elf.
"See Mithwyn, this human is more than she seems. She will render your mind in two before I do the same to your body!" She hissed but Elanor had already put her forehead to the elfs. Taking a deep breath she let herself into the others mind...

The little boys cried for mercy but she still pressed onwards, questioning them about the defences of the village. The pair cried with pain; they were young, little more than infants and the dagger cuts marked their faces and bodies.
"The elves; the elves of mirkwood. Do any of them live there. Answer me!" She snapped, bringing her face withing centimetres of the younger boys face. He whimpered in terror, but nodded slowly, unable to speak, blood mingling with tears down his cheeks. In a swift movement she cut his throat. The other gasped and she turned to him.
"Do not worry little one." She crooned. "I shall not dispose of you so quickly. No, your death shall be far more dargged out." As If to emphasize this, Mithwyn dragged her long nails across one of his cheeks, drawing blood. "How would you like to see a really big bonfire up close. Really close!

Elanor pulled her mind out, reeling backwards. She felt every inch of pain on the boys body, his terror and hopelessness. Worse, intermingled with it she felt the cold cruel satisfaction of Mithwyn. This was as strong as Bulvards memories, whcih had sent her into unconciousness, so she pulled out quickly, gasping. Elwyns face swam into view.
"Did you see it? What she did to the boys? And the village?" The elf asked darkly.
Elanor nodded slowly. "I saw what she did to the boys. Believe me, i would follow up what you wish to do to her. But indeed later, I believe she will be repaid for her deeds in far greater pain. Do not destroy her. Yet." The witch muttered a word and with a spin of her fingers sent the elf into uneasy, unnatural sleep.
taking out her scrying crystal she spun it between her fingers, the many sides playing with what little light was afforded to the dark corridor.
“Help… me…,"
A familiar figure lay on the grass in front of Culloth, Gwyn, Tumnaooriel and Bulvard. Relief flooded through the witches mind, but she didnt let it cloud the crystal. There was something about that bloodstained figure, lying between the swirling warning patterns of deceit in the crystal. Forcing the vision closer she saw it. Calixto.
In the crystal she saw Tumnaooriel flinch away from him as if burnt and she looked up, disturbed, so that she seemed to make eye contact with Elanor. She knew something wasnt right. The others didnt.
Elanor stod quickly.
"We must press on. Now. Quickly. Something here is very very wrong..."