[Elenna]

Elenna leapt out of the tree and sprinted back to the riverbank where Celebdae and Glorfindel waited. Glorfindel had passed out, but was still breathing. Tearing a sleeve from her shirt, Elenna bound up the wound on his shoulder. Some distance away, Aman lay face down in the mud. Elenna half carried half dragged her back to the grass near the trees. Aman was bruised and bloody, with an arrow protruding horribly from her shoulder. Where the arrow had entered, the arm was broken, bent at a horrible angle. Elenna snapped the arrowhead off the shaft, grimacing as she felt the power of Mordor run over her fingers, cold and burning. As soon as the shaft was removed from Aman's arm, the red-headed elf maiden stopped breathing.
"NO! You can't die, you stupid witch! You can't!" Closing her eyes, Elenna slipped into the state that elves call "Dark healing". It seemed as though she was in a forest at night. She could see a silvery light through the trees. Running hard, she came upon Aman sitting under a willow, asleep. Elenna shook her awake "Come on! We have to get out of here!"
"No. I don't want to leave. It's very comfortable here."
"Amanaduial Turacar, you have a lot of work left to do in Middle Earth, most of which isn't comfortable. Let's go. I'm counting on you!"
"But it will hurt!" Aman's voice held a note of childlike fear, evidence of how hurt she was in both body and spirit..
"I know you are no coward. We have to leave! I've left our bodies completely unprotected, not to mention Glorfindel. Don't be selfish. That isn't like you."
And with that, Aman got up and they both sprinted back to their world. They opened their eyes at the same moment. Elenna jumped up to tend Aman's hurts when a huge wind knocked her back to the ground. Turning her head, she saw six massive eagles coming in to land on the ground near her.
"Greetings, ground-pounder! The Lady Galadrial sent me to find Elenna Starsong. Do you know where she is?"
"I am Elenna, Windlord. What does the Lady wish?"
"I am commanded to take you and some of your folk back to Lorien. Let us go!"
"No, Windlord. I will ride my horse to Lorien,and take Glorfindel with me. You and your eagles, if you wouldn't mind, should look around and see if you can find anyone else. Search especially for Feaelenawen, Elrond's daughter. She is being pursued by orcs. And take this one" Elenna gestured towards Aman. "I will see you in Lorien. Oh, and could you help me get him onto my horse?"
"You are brave, little maiden. Good luck!" Gwaihir lifted Glorfindel onto Celebdae and took off, calling to the rest of the Eagles in their own language. Elenna leapt onto her horse and galloped off. She felt like laughing and crying. Aman and Glorfindel would live, but Rivendell had been conquered. And for the first time in her life, Elenna had run from a fight.
"I will return, Azruk, and then you will understand the meaning of pain. Don't forget to look over your shoulder every once in a while, because one day, I'll be there."