[Amanaduial the archer]

Elanor was waiting for Elwyn at the side of the camp, lounging in a tree and polishing her sais as she stared over the plain.
"Well just because it sounds good and its the traditonal to say so...Ive been expecting you!" Her ever sarcastic voice dropped and became slightly sinister, before she laughed and her hand came down to pull up the startled elf. Elwyn laughed as she was pulled up. "Do you always act like this my friend?" She asked jokily.
"Well, of course, why else do you think Im shunned by all, including my own kind?!" She dropped backwards meledramatically, catching herself with one hand on a branch. Her voice seemed to be kidding, but something deeper was in its undercurrent, suggesting it was not all quite a joke.
"Elanor, Im sure it-" She stopped in mid sentance staring over the plain at the dark shaped now moving there. Elanor sat up, looking in the same direction and without a word she flicked her fingers into a dome and a small illusion formed there. She stared into it for a moment before nodding as if satisfied. "Orcs." she whispered. "Lets tell the others." Silently they dropped out of the tree and made their way back to the campfire.