[Elenya]

"I'm sorry, miss, but the king is busy with an audience. I don't know when he will be finished."

After hearing this news from the guard at the Great Hall, Elenya decided to take a look around, and headed into to the prison to see if the men from the east were there.
They were, and as she walked around and looked into their cells, the men leered at her, and reached out towards her. In one of the cells, she noticed a young girl with vivid purple hair. She looked aggressive and distant. Elenya kept walking, intrigued by the girl, and stepped outside.

Elenya headed towards the arrow-makers, to stock up. As she got closer, she realized that the arrows had red feathers; identical to the ones that some of the guards carried. She stepped in, and was greeted by an elf-maiden.

“I am captivated by your arrows, miss. They look to be such fine quality.”.

“Why, thank you, but I have to admit, these arrows are not my handiwork. Young Anarya Silverbranch is whom you should give praise to. I am Novannon, and I am keeping shop until she returns. She has been gone quite some time now.”, replied the elf.

“I believe that I’ll take 60 of your arrows, and then I’ll be off”. Elenya purchased the arrows, and left.

Outside, Elenya decided to check on the message. She patted her hip to feel for the parchment. She felt nothing. A guard approached her and told her that Thranduil was ready to see her.

“What will I do?”, her mind raced. “Elrond sent me with this, and he didn’t even tell me what the contents were! I’m about to face the king with nothing! It was incredibly secret, and now it could be in the hands of some criminal!”

The guards opened the doors, and ushered her in.

“What am I going to say?!”