[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz stopped, they were nearing the orc encampment. She would have to tie up the halfling, but for that she would need rope. Her only choice was to leave the halfling and return to the camp, but if she was seen there, she knew she was in danger. She strained and on the edge of hearing could just sense the sounds of battle. "Stay here, I need to look around" she said to the halfling in as sweet a voice as she could manage before she set off stealthily for the camp. There were still a ew orcs there, left to guard the supplies, but they would not question the comings and goings of Thrakatburz.

Inside her tent, she checked that everything was as she had left it. Nothing had been moved, it appeared that Azruk had been too busy planning his attack and preparing for the battle to come in search of her. she lifted the pile of skins which concealed Elrond. The blood had dried on his face and hair now, but he bruised and weak. She spat on his face, enjoying the pathetic sight of him trying to wipe his face clean though he was too well tied to move a muscle. She dropped the skins again and opened a trunk, searching for a suitable length of rope.