[Amanaduial the archer]

The Two Witches had easily found where Elrond had been left, but it was even better than they had suspected- the elven lord was not even guarded and they were able to grab the still weak elf quickly, and arm in each of their talons. Aman fancied as she left that she saw hsi suposed guard running towards the glade he had been left in, devastated- well, of course he would be, it had been protected by magic...but short work to the Pair. Aman fancied he was Aduchil.

They flew over the battle scene and the scent of blood made them feel almost high as they flew with the weak elf in their grasp. Barely any on the battle field even noticed the strange sight...

The descended behind some elven huts, almost deserted, but Thrakatburz was experienced and knew that inside was Azruk and some of his few remaining commanders. In a flash they had changed back to elves and dragged the elven lord in the house, the feebly timbers of the weakened door flying into hundreds of splinters as Aman kicked it in. Thrakatburz turned to her with a look of mild questioning on her face. The other shrugged.
"I just wanted to make an entrance." Thrakat smiled approvingly at the younger witch.
The uruks had surprisingly enough noticed them by now and Azruk snarled as he saw the pair; the one with the red hair made him uncomfortable with her dazzling green eyes and the dark one had betrayed him. Aman expected to feel a number of things as she faced her previous enemy; Hate, fear, anger, adrenaline, her dying conscience....anything. But as she faced the Uruk all she felt was that cold disturbing indifference.
"Azruk we have a present for you!" Thrakat dragged forward the now unconcious Elrond...
Thrakat looked sly and smug
Azruk was thrilled; he had the key to sucess

But inside Aman something died...