[Arry]

His hand went to the hilt of the sword hung from his hip. It was Carrandû’s blade; Annû wore it more for the comfort of having his brother with him still in some small manner, rather than for his ability to use it well. At his back was hung his bow, and now his hand went up to it, bringing into place in his right grip; his left hand hastening back for an arrow. He nocked one, loosely, keeping his eyes on the Corsair ship as he walked to the ships railing and leaned against it. They were still too far away, even for the strength of his bow. Three more ship lengths, he thought, and I can begin to pick them off.

His eye was caught by a struggle on the southron ship at the entrance to the below-deck passageway. A crewman had come up to the deck and was now pulling on something still in the passageway. A slender figure was pulled onto the deck with another crewmember shoving roughly from behind. A woman – her hands tied behind her struggle to free herself from the grip of the two Corsairs. Elwë had come up along side Annû; his attention focused on the events taking place across the water. ‘Andtuariel!’ he gasped out in strangled voice.

Annû clasped his fellow Elf on the shoulder. ‘Your crossbow, Elwë. Fetch it quickly. You will need it if we are to rescue her.’