[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman smiled and gave a small laugh before nodding. "Of course I remember you, Angry Brandybuck - and if my memory serves me, 'twas you who played such a fine tune upon a certain lady's heartstrings last time you came, hmm?" She winked and Angry blushed slightly, grinning. "But of course you shall play - didn't you hear Regin? It would be excellent, Mr Brandybuck."

"It's just Angry-" corrected Angry, beaming, before he was interrupted as a wild-eyed elf flew towards them, a frenzied, desperate look on her face.

"Angry!" She cried, sounding desolate and terrified and thrusting a piece of paper at the hobbit. "Angry, you have to hide me. You have to hide yourself. Oh, everyone must not know about me! And yet they do! He will know that I still live!" She gasped heavily, tears in her eyes and one hand on her heart, then began to fall. Aman darted forward, catching her before her limp form hit the ground, and lowered her gently down. Regin had seen her and she caught his eye. "Regin, please could you get a glass of water and some smelling salts from Ruby or Buttercup?" she asked quickly. The dwarf, Illuvatar bless him, didn't protest but instead quickly slipped away. Aman let Crystal settle on her lap, apparently unconcious, and rubbed her hands slightly, but after a second the woman's eyes fluttered open again and she tried to sit up, starting and gasping, the wildness returning to her eyes. But as she tried to stand, she nearly slipped again, and Aman caught her hands, forcing her to calm down.

"Hey, hey, calm down, Crystal, calm down," she said softly, using the voice she had often used on fractious horses. "Shh, I don't know what's wrong but it'll rest a moment, alright. Calm down...listen, what's wrong? Why wouldn't you want someone to know you were alive?"