[Amanaduial the archer]

Aenara rubbed her arm; the girl could kick. Peering at the girl she pushed a few strands of dark hair from the girls freckled face, examining the bruise high on her left cheek. Otherwise the girls face was almost unmarked. It was a pity the rest of her was not.

"Who would do such a thing..." Aenara murmered in elvish and the girl looked at her alarmed.

"Elf?" She whispered quietly, surprised.

"Yes, child." She answered in the common tongue. Here the girl gave her a 'look' and the elfguard smiled; to this human girl, she probably looked but a few years older. "Although maybe not so much a child in your skill with kicks." Aenara said, smiling slightly as she rubbed her arm. The girl looked slightly sheepish before she raised her chin stubbornly. Trying to sit up, she winced as one of her arms gave way beneath her. Aenara helped her up into a sitting position and crouched in front of her.

"What is your name?"

"I am Youlielle. From...." Here the girl paused as if not wanting to reveal where she came from, then continued. "From Esgaroth."

"I see. But what exactly are you doing in the middle of Mirkwood?"

Youlielle raised her chin stubbornly again, and set it in a way that said that this was what was happening and nothing any elves could do would stop her, whether she called her child or not. This made Aenara smile; the girl reminded her of herself years ago. "Im running away to Gondor."

Aenara's eyebrows shot up, but she didnt comment. "Riiiight-"

"I have told you my name and business but...what is yours?" The girl asked courteously. Aenara smiled and touched her forehead to the girl. "I am Aenara Oakhelm, a guard of Thranduils palace."

Now it was the girls turn to be surprised. "An elfguard?" She murmered. Aenara smiled and nodded, before introducing the others around her.