[Amanaduial the archer]

"Are you nearly done?" Elwyns voice came with a whole load of irritation to Elanor.
"For an esteemed elf of Mirkwood, youre awfully whiny!" The witches voice came sharply back to Elwyn. "Im sorry. Its just feature changing spells were never my speciality, especially not on this scale! Are you done though?"
"Ooooh yeah." Elwyn glanced distastfully at her attire; Her hands were bound behind her, pulled tightly and cruelly, so the blood made the ropes slippy. Her clothes were ragged, and cuts covered her body. Soon an ugly orc appeared from behind the tree, a whip in its gnarled hands, and Elwyn caught her breath before Elanors voice came eerily from the creatures mouth.
"Dont look so worried! Whats wrong, is it the hair?" She mocked being worried, brushing back the scrubby mess on her scalp. "Now...is the rope a slipknot? I cant ahve you getting stuck! Right..youre actual clothes are hidden behind the tree? Good... and remember, if you touch the fake blood too much, it will start to wear off." She glanced down at herself. "Ooh, I hate feature changers. Hang on." She shook her head and made a sound as if trying to clear her throat.
"Right." She grabbed the rope behind Elwyn, who was now quite scared despite herself, gave it a tug and snarled in a deeper woice, laced with hate. "Lets go find some orc, my pretty young creature!"
With that, the unrecognizable duo set off towards the other group of orcs.