[Dark-Caranthir]

"Declare yourself, who are you and what buisness do you have in Thranduil's realm?" asked the elf, cautiously.
Mornovarion decided that he would have to fight and at least try and escape, if he was captured the voice would torment him forever. Silently drawing the orcish dagger, he spoke, "I am Mornovarion, and I come seeking sanctuary, I had heard that the elves of Greenwood had more manners towards strangers,". He smiled but could soon tell that his ruse had failed, by the look on the elf's face.
He didn't want to hurt any more innocents but he would have to do this, placing the blade about the elf's stomach he stabbed it in just enough so that it pierced her cloak and no more. He spoke freely now, " If you loose your arrow I shall stab you ere I fall, so we shall both die. Now, take me to the halls of King Thranduil, or I shall be forced to kill you..."
The elf however did not flinch, on the contrary, her face hardened as she spoke again,"I would not be the one to speak of manners, stranger. And if you truly believe that I am daunted by your knife point, then I pity you, for you are more foolish than you appear. I would sooner shoot you and die myself than bring you before King Thraduil unbound and carrying a weapon. Put down your knife, and you will live to kneel before the throne of the King of the Green Wood. If not, then you shall receive judgement from my bow. So choose, and choose wisely. And keep this in mind: My arrow is crafted by Anarya, finest crafter of arrows in all of Middle-earth. We shall see which weapon hits home first. The choice is yours, but choose swiftly, or I shall choose for you."
Mornovarion decided that if he could get into Thranduil's realm hewould have a much better chance of succeeding in his mission. "Do not hurt me, for I was daunted by your bow and I would dearly like to meet this Anyara of whom you speak with such high-regard". He said trying hard to look pathetic and wretched which wasn't all that hard.
He knelt down to put his knife on the ground, stood up on again and stood expectantly waiting for the elf to tell him what to do.
The elf's expression did not betray any emotion, but she spoke again, "You have chosen wisely,", but as she was motioning for him to stand up, there was a rustling from the bushes behind her...