[Carnëiach]

Ransom muttered something, a poem of some kind, beautiful and solemn. The witch turned and listened quietly as she put away the crystal she heard the last few lines.
May Nienna comfort us.
May Vaire guide our fate.
May the Valar guard us through the day.
Elanor remembered when he had been speaking to himself when he slept, the words he had said, the way he had obviously been intoning something to someone about to die. The words had sent shivers up her back.
"That was beautiful Ransom. As were the words of your dream." She murmered. He looked at her oddly, a strange look on his face.
"Well, Im surprised but glad you think so Lady." His voice said that he was far more surprised than he said.
Elwyn dragged the other elf to her feet, not caring how rough she was it seemed. Why does she bear such a specially personal hate against this elf, one of her own kind? Something deeper than the boys...
"Do you insist that we bring her along?" Ransom asked irritably, interupting Elanors pensive thoughts. "I am growing sick of dragging her along. Her legs work. For now." He added quietly.
With a flick of her hand a few sparks of magefire shot out of the witches fingertips, igniting the fabric tying and gagging Mithwyn. Flexing her fingers she muttered the ancient words of control while staring the renegade elf in the eye. With a swift encircling motion with her palms, the spell was complete. AS if pulled up by strings like a puppet, the elf dangled as if she had no life of her own. Elanor sighed regretfully- she hated using controlling spells; they seemed immoral. She turned to the other two.
"She will follow us. But Calxtos plans have deepened further..." She explained her vision to the pair and they pressed on.