Rivendell RPG

[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz walked stealthily through the wood surrounding the orc camp. She had been busy for the last few days planning the battle. Azruk had been glad of the information about the number of elves and their tactics, which she had been able to glean from Amanaduial's mind. She laughed lightly as she thought of how easy it had been to get in and see the world through the other's eyes.
She felt the prickle of dark magic on her porcelain skin and a thirll ran through her limbs. A wry smile spread across her face, the elf's toy witch was near and Thrakatburz was ready to finish what they had started. Abandonning her search, she closed her eyes and allowed the magic to flow over her, turning her towards its source. Her eyes snapped open and inside them a new fire burned. Quickly but quietly, she stalked towards the magic, adopting as she did an invisibility which would make her seem like a cold breeze to the untrained eye. Thrakatburz knew the other witch would be able to see her, but from the strength of the magic, Aman's concentration would be focused on her task.
Thrakatburz knew she was getting close, not only by the almost visible magic, but by the elevn archers sitting idly in the trees. Huddling below one opf the trees was a group of elves, Aman among them, chanting quietly. Stepping closer, Thrakatburz saw they were huddled around the crushed body of Elrond. They had regained their lord, but she did not need him any longer. She knew where the ring of water was hidden. Laughing mirthlessly, she stepped into the huddle.