[Ithaeliel]

Sweat formed on Anroth's forehead as he climbed cautiously through the branches of the thick trees of Mirkwood. He had no time to think of anything else but climbing, for it was not his forte, and before he knew it, Arawil stopped, and climbing higher into the tree she poked her head through the branches.
"Well," she said when she leapt back down, "It seems we are near to our destination, little ranger... what did you say your name was?"
"I do not give my name out freely, especially not to people as reclusive and strange as you are."
Arawil frowned. "Reclusive I may be, but evil I am not. As I have said before, my only enemy is the Children of Ungoliant, but my only ally would be my sword."
Anroth laughed and shook his head in disbelief. "You are a strange woman, Arawil. Lead me now to Thranduil's halls. Perhaps later I shall again seek thee out and tell thee my name, if thou will it."
Arawil turned and began to climb toward the halls, which were now in plain sight. "If you wish to seek me out, you may, although I doubt we shall ever meet again."
Never underestimate a ranger's tracking skills, on ground or high limb of tree, Anroth thought to himself as he followed her finally toward the elven-king's halls.