[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz smiled as she watched the orcs bind Keldin. Finally, she would have her revenge for long years of suffering. The rage and hate that had been growing inside her for four millenia burned with a new strength. Soon, Keldin would be writhing in pain and Thrakatburz knew she needed just a little more time with Elrond before he would tell her where he had hidden the ring of water. Then Sauron would reward her greatly, and she would no longer have to comply to the will of Azruk.

There was a commotion outside the tent and Thrakatburz saw Narcis push his his way through the crowd of orcs she had called. She swore under her breath. If Narcis discovered Elrond, she knew he would report all that he knew to Azruk straight away and despite her feminine charms, there would be no escape.

"Great Archer, I have your rival bound and trussed up like game foul, torture him at your leisure." She said, pressing herself against Narcis, breathing in the scent of death and battle, allowing the blood to soak into her black dress.

"No! I will fight him like a warrior, let him be free and choose his weapon." Thrakatburz could barely contain her rage at this response from Narcis. Keldin must not be allowed to live, and he must not be alowed to die a hero's death in battle, he must die slowly, painfully, he must die in despair, as she had been forced to live.

" You dare question my authority." she asked, her voice full of hatred, she tried to cover up her fear. Her plans to move Elrond had been shattered, and she feared now that she might never discover the hiding place of his ring of power.
"I do, wench, with the approval of Azruk, for he has granted me leave over what I wish to have done of Keldin, and none shall have a say in it." Thrakatburz snarled. she was not yet strong enough to question the authority of Azruk. She would have to wait, but she knew that her time would come and she would be able to punish this impudent uruk later. For now, she let Keldin be untied and led outside.