[Amanaduial the archer]

Nuhrive jumped backwards, scrambling across to the tree beside this one. All
around Lorien there were networks of close knit trees, and Nuhrive could move
pretty fast between them from practise.

"Run Nuhrive, flee to the Golden Wood, tell m'lady I wish her well."

The limb crashed down with a sickening crack on the heads of the two below it.
As Nuhrive ran, with Nura beside her, she heard the fool fall, and heard the
easterlings last cry. She couldnt just run on and leave him. She paused, unsure for a moment, then made up her mind, turning back and running back to the fool. Nura realised a moment later and turned.

"What are you doing?" She called after her, her voice s little hushed still, aware there were others still nearby.

"Im not leaving him here!" Nuhrive climbed swiftly down the tree. She winced at the sight of the fools now bloody head but placed a blade of grass under his nose. Sure enough, he was breathing. She sighed in relief and hooked her arms under his armpits. By Yavanna, he weighed a ton! She looked up to the incredulous and nervous Nura. "Come on, give me a hand!"