Rinurion had controlled his rage and had finally calmed down. He refused to look at the traitor, until due time when he would be dealt with. He needed to find a way out of this and warn the patrols.
The elf looked about, gauging the ropes that bound tightly him as well. They were hidden from view and the orcs seemed familiar of the paths. The trees and foliage in this area were still familiar; he had past this way a few times in a patrol. He wondered how the orcs had been able to slip thru.
The elven warrior heard Gayahithwen address Deagon, and heard the elf’s reply…
"I.. I tried to do what seemed right," he began. "I.. they.. it's.. my sister.."
Rinurion clenched his teeth and caught Sauche and Amaryllis’s reaction. One had the look of contempt; the gentle elf maiden Amaryllis had a look of pity. She caught his eye and glanced down.
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