[Nevtalathiel]

The orcs had soon dispersed , wanting to watch the fight between Narcis and Keldin, but Thrakatburz knew that it was not yet safe to try and move Elrond. There were still too many orcs around, judging by the numbers, the battle at the Fords of the Bruinen was now over and the oforces of Ssuron were victorious, but Azruk was no where to be seen, a fact which for the moment left Thrakatburz feeling relieved.

The flap of the tent was lifted, and for a split-second, Thrakatburz thought Azruk had returned from battle, but instead, there stood an elf, looking tired and almost defeated. Standing slightly behind her and lookig reluctant and scared was the halfling. The elf spoke, her voice trembling slightly.
"Siluialwen,please,I dont mean to hurt you-" Thrakatburz winced slightly at the use of her old name. No one called her that any more and the name stirred up pain and hate inside her.
"Its Thrakatburz!" She spat, interupting the elf, "Like you could even touch me. All you are is the elves toy witch!" She saw the words have their desired affect as anger flared up in the elf's eyes. She raised her arm, but Thrakatburz caught it easily and felt the break straight away. She squeezed the elf's arm tight, watching her bite her lip to prevent herself from crying out. tears began to appear at the corner of the elf's eyes. Thrakatburz's laugh was cut short by searing pain which ran through her hand and arm, causing her to release her grip and take a step backwards.
"Ok child, if a duel of sorcery is what you want, a duel is what you'll get!"

Advancing rapidly, Thraktburz could hear the hoofbeats of Azalel, Azruk's black stead. She swallowed and tried to remain calm, but all she could hear was the appraoching hoofbeats and the pounding of her heart.