[Amanaduial the archer]

Lindir ran towards Aduchil.
"She has gone?! Elenna has gone?" He seemed desperate.
"Yes shes gone. Shes going to fight the Uruk alone. Its ridiculous it really- Lindir?"
But the other elf was already swinging himself into the saddle of his horse, strapping his sword onto his belt as he went.
"Lindir, what are you doing!" Aduchil was exasperated. "We need all the help we can get here, and both you and the horse need to be messangers to get help!"
"Im going after her Aduchil. Please dont try to stop me." Lindir seemed calm but his face was impatient. Amans mind link with Elenna had passed to him and he could feel her...and Azruk.
...Elenna...go on home...for your death awaits you here...and of everything else you hold dear..."
"We have a score to settle...i will watch your lifeblood drip on the grass..."
Lindir shuddered as the Azruk laughed.
And just as hes said, everyone she holds dear is being taken... Lindir shook away the grim thought and shook Aduchil off. The older elf tried to grab the reins but Lindir reared the horse and set off at a gallop.
"Lindir! Ill..." Aduchil stopped mid-yell and sighed heavily.

The prophecy....
Elenna sat on the grass at the edge of Rivendell, her eyes on the fortune teller. The grizzled old man inspected the little elf maids hand, his eyes seeming to pick up everything.
"I see much here young one...."
"Oh, Ive already given you my pocket money, I cant pay anymore! You promised!" Elenna was excited. She had seen the other elves go to this old man and the extremes of their reactions. But still all she saw in it was a bit of fun.
Another small elf wandered over. Her eyes were deep and more solomn, and although she smiled and laughed merrily, several burns ran over her face. Th fortune teller looked at her, his eyes puzzled as if he saw more than a young elf.
"I wonder who it will be who pays though my young friends..." He murmered looking back to Elennas palm.