Anarya retrieved one of her red feathered arrows from her quiver and sent it into the heart of the rider before he could draw his sword. Anarya saw, out of the corner of her eye, Rudhchamion in combat an orc.
Anarya leapt to the forest floor, with the intention to help him, but found herself face to face with another orc. Anarya drew her dagger and drove it into the orc. The monster fell to the ground. Only a few orcs were left now.
Anarya let another group of arrows fly into the group of remaining orcs but only took out a couple. Rudhchamion had killed the orc he had been fighting with and noticed now that Anarya had leapt from the oak. He called for her to get back up in the tree but before she could, Anarya felt an arm seize her so she could not move and the cold steel edge of a knife at her neck.
"This maid's life is in your hands, dark elf!" Came the voice of the person who held the knife to Anarya's neck.
Anarya reconized the voice. Micanar, the mortal...
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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