[Anarya SilverBranch]

Anarya turned bright red when Rudhchamion turned and saw her smiling. She bit her lip and concentrated on the east, the direction the men were traveling in.

She knew that it was useless to feel such a way for Rudhchamion. He probably thought of her as a child, a little sister. But she did not want him to think of her in that way. She tucked a loose golden curl behind her ear selfconciously.

She stood and streched feeling cramped. she wanted to get walking again. She ran her fingers through her now dry hair with impatience.

"Might we leave soon?" She asked, looking in Rudhchamion's direction.

He glanced up at her and grinned, "Getting a bit anxcious are we?" He asked.

Anarya shrugged and knelt down, picking a daisy from the ground and slowly detaching its petals from its golden head, one by one.
She heard Rudhchamion stand behind her and walk over to the little river to retreive his small pack and dagger.

"Well," He said strapping the pack to his back, "Shall we,"

Anarya smiled and picked up her own quiver, "Yes we shall," She answered as they exited the little glade, she tagging along behind Rudhchamion.

Night came fast, searing the sky with its black silver studded cape. It streched above the forest canopy.

The pair continued walking through the now dark maze of trees till they heard a sound that made them stop.

Anarya held her breath as Rudhchamion motioned to a tree for them to hide in. Anarya lept up to the first brach quickly followed by Ruhchamion who sat, nervously fingering his dagger handle. Anarya shivered with cold from the night air, but soon started shivering for another reason. Voices and laughter drifted through the trees up ahead, harsh cruel voices that were not those of elves...