Rinurion had been distracted by another orc before he could reach Deagon, and when he turned towards the elf he was gone. He saw his companions were now safe together. Gayahithwen was gathering her composure, as was Sauche. Amaryllis was smiling with relief.
The elven stranger stood to one side and waited for him.
"To whom do we owe our lives?" Rinurion said to him by way of greeting and gratitude.
"I am Laryelion of Lothlorien."
"I am Rinurion of Greenwood, Northern Realm of Thranduil. It has been many ages that one of our kin has visited us."
Amaryllis and the others drew near and greeted Laryelion as well. They began telling their tale of capture to the elf who listened, concern upon his face. Laryelion knew though he was deep within Mirkwood, the border was not far from Lothlorien.
Rinurion was noticeably irritated at having lost the chance to get hold of Deagon. He had caught Gayahithwen's eyes and the elven maiden looked away.
Laryelion had caught the exchange, but kept to himself.
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