[Nevtalathiel]

At the mention of wargs, Tumnaooriel shivered. She had never been raised to fight, she was only a farmer's daughter. Whenever there had been danger at home, she and her mother had hidden under the bed while her father and brothers rpotected their home and lands. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them she would be back in the farmstead dozing by the fire. She was not surprised or disappoited when this did not happen. She merely sighed and wondered what she should do.
She looked across at Bulvard. Even this seasoned fighter seemed to be unaware of his surroundings or the danger threatening the group. He merely seemed to be straing into space, immersed in his own thoughts.
"Bulvard" she called gently, "Bulvard"