[Amanaduial the archer]

Hreeza pushed the children towards Lorin and saw the concerned elf take them outside. Right, now that job was done-

"Anroth! Look out!" She called. Even as she said it and began to rush over, it was as if things were happening in slow motion; Anroth started to turn, but Brans fist smashed into the side of his face, knocking him to the floor. As he scrambled around, Hreeza knocked a sword within his reach. His fumbling hands grasped it and he flung it up, parrying Brans downward swoop with his own sword.

He pulled himself to his feet, but Bran once again swumg across, making him jump to the side, pinning him against the wall. The giant man swumg back his sword once again, preparing to attack, then frpze, his eyes wide as Anroths dagger skashed deep into his chest. Clutching the wound he roared madly.

The ranger struggled wildly in his grasp but freed himself too late; Bran drove his sword into Anroths stomach, almost up to the hilt.

"NOOOOO! Hreezas despairing cry hit the ears of all present as she rushed up to the dying ranger. He was clutching at the sword, gritting his teeth against the pain, tears in his eyes, tears of anger and pain.

"Im so sorry. But please...win this one. And kill the buffon. For me." He whispered, then fell back, his fall cushioned as Hreeza lowered his head slowly to the floor. She made his words carry around the room, letting all know his last words. She was really angry now and from where she stood the wind began to blow harder, knocking things from the table, making Zohariels bells jingle.

Yet was it only the angry sprite disturbing the bells...she faltered, feeling suddenly the prescence of another in the room. She saw Zohariels eyes widen and turned to look at Morluinien, who was smiling as she clutched the amulet at her thoat. She was summoning her mother...