[Firefoot]

The Elven scouts moved out quickly, following after the special force of Orcs. Targil led, and Thorvel followed a few paces behind. Calenvása and Lómarandil followed more slowly, speaking softly. Thorvel wasn’t sure what he was feeling anymore. Calenvása seemed to have forgiven him, and Thorvel wasn’t even sure why he was still upset. But he was, and he didn’t even really know what he was upset about. He cleared his head and focused on following the Orcs. It would be better not to think at all.

They moved quickly, and the way was not far. They soon reached a hilly area, and the small force of Orcs and Men came in sight. That was not all, however. There was a small party of Elves - Lorien Elves, by the looks of them - who were under attack. The scouting troop kept themselves concealed, watching the skirmish. The Lorien Elves were hopelessly outnumbered, and it made Thorvel’s blood boil to watch them. They need help! Do something! his mind screamed at him. The worst part was that he could do nothing. His eyes flashed with unrestrained anger, hatred, and grief at watching the Elves being treated so mercilessly. One Elf was cruelly slain by a large brute of an Orc, and the rest, though fighting valiantly, were being slowly overwhelmed. At least one was already captured, bound hand and foot. He could watch no more.

Thorvel turned, ready to make his way over to the rest of the troop. As soon as there was nothing left to occupy his sight, thoughts shoved their way into his mind. He forgot about his anger towards his fellow scouts; all of his frustration and hatred was now channeled towards the Orcs, where it should have been all along. He remembered with renewed vengeance his purpose in being a scout: to kill the Orcs. The fact that he could not yet do so nagged at him. He felt utterly helpless. There had to be something that he could do. There had to be. He would not abandon the captured Elves, and he was pretty sure that his Captain, at least, would feel the same. He turned to face the battle again. Anything that they could figure out about the Orcs would be helpful, and he wasn’t going to pass up the chance to learn something new.