[Amanaduial the archer]

Nura's eye caught Nuhrive's and once again the elf wondered what a young girl was doing with these men.

Night fell and to her disgust, Nuhrive was tied to a tree with a rope. She leant against the tree, trying to make herself comfortable although her hands were tied behind her with the tough rope. Hearing a sound behind her, the elf maid did not turn around; this was often a mistake.

"Vedui tinu en'edan." She said sleepily, not really registering that she had spoken in elvish until afterwards, and how fatal this could prove. But, as she had thought from the sound of the movement, it was the girl. Nura gasped.

"What...what did you say there-" She whispered curiously, before realising she was in charge. "-elf?"

Nuhrive gave her a 'look'. The girl looked slightly embarrased but didnt say anything so the elf, friendly as she was, answered. "Vedui tinu en'edan." She murmered back. "It means 'greetings daughter of man."

The girl gave a small sigh. She seemed about to say or ask something else but then one of the men, one who in some way looked like Nura- Nuhrive guessed they might be siblings- called, or rather bellowed, for her to come over and she scurried away, but not without a brief smile over her shoulder for the bound elf. Nuhrive smiled inwardly- she may have made an ally. She knew the girl would come to talk to her again, or at least she hoped so. The beauty of the elves attracted many, but in this case, it might be able to save her...