[Nevtalathiel]

A spasm shivered through Thrakatburz's body, and she felt her concentration waver. She realised for the first time how weak she had allowed her body to become and she struggled with it, to regain control. Turning her concentration back to Amanaduial, she felt resistance, the elf knew she was there and was trying to push her out. It took all her power to mantain her grip on the witch's mind. Suddenly, the pressure was gone. There was no longer any resistance, and Thrakatburz allowed her consciousness to flow into the spces in Amanaduail's mind, but she knew she could not stay there for long, the distraction could end at any time. She did not stop to analyse what she saw, she simply gathered as much information as she could. There were however places she dared not go, in case she revealed herself to her enemy.

Thrakatburz's eyes snapped open, images of dwarves, elven archers and the halfling flashed before her. Her breathing was quick and uneven and even as she opened her eyes, she felt another spasm shake her body. In the calm after it had subsided she stood, once more in control. She needed to eat something, but she knew there would be nothing suitable in Rivendell, and first she needed to tell Azruk what she had seen. She opened the door of the chamber to see a scrawny orc sitting outside.
"Where is Azruk?" she asked, her voice proud and commanding. Humburz was shocked, he had not heard the elf stir and had thought her still in a trance.
"Gone to the camp" he managed to stutter. Thrakatburz let out an involuntary sigh, there would be suitable food at the camp she was sure.
"Saddle me horse" she ordered the orc.
He had no choice but to obey and soon she riding towards the Fords of the Bruinen.