[Nevtalathiel]

The hoofbeats Thrakatburz had heard were upon them, and Azruk's stead thundered into the tent. The great uruk leapt down, with a clatter of armour and the horse reared and bolted. Thrakatburz breathed heavily, aware how close her treachery was to being discovered. She was ready to fight if Azruk found her hostage, she had no chance of defeating the strong heavily-built warrior, but she would be able to inflict some painful wounds. For a moment Azruk said nothing, and her hand tightened its grip around the ruby-studded handle of her short, razor sharp dagger which hung at her waist.
But Azruk made no move towards Elrond's hiding place, instead he laughed. "Why do you waste time with this beaten elf, we are victorious. You should be rejoicing with us at the halls of Rivendell." he guffawed, unable to contain his amusement, but in his hilarity failing to notice Thrakatburz's relief. She smiled enticingly and batted her eyelids at him.
Azruk turned to downtrodden elf, "You have survived, that is commendable yet you prolong your agony. I have no more time to waste on you as matters more pressing take my mind. I leave her in your loving care, sweet Thrakatburz." He smiled, his satisfaction complete and his bulk retreated out of the tent.

Thrakatburz was just about to return her attention to Aman, when a stream of fire shot from the elf's hands. Thrakatburz ducked and without any effort, surrounded the elf with a complete wall of flame. "You see Amanaduial! Anything you can do, I can excel you at! The force of the Dark Lord flows through me, I can defeat you with ease!" A wind was whipped up around Thrakatburz, her dark brown hair blew and the rubies at her neck and on her fingers glowed with a new malice. Her dagger seemed to be lit as from within by a strength and spite all of its own.