[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz sighed as the uruk left her tent, he was neither perceptive nor clever, but she knew that if she did not go to Azruk soon, he would come to her and he was sharper than most uruks. Better to be in Rivendell, away from any chance of discovery, she would be able to face him better there, he would not be suspicious.

She lifted the skins to check on her captive's bindings before leaving him.
"It could be so much easier, all you have to do is tell me where you hid the ring, and I'll stop torturing you, Lord Elrond." Her voice was sing-song, condescending and sarcastic in a tone only the truly malicious can achieve. "There is an easier way." She contiued, bending close to his face "Where's the ring?" She hissed.
Elrond made no noise and no movement.
"Very well then, we'll do this your way, the result is much the same and I get to have fun. Just make sure you tell me before I get angry!" She ground the heel of her shoe into the palm of his hand before throwing the skin over him again and leaving the tent in search of a horse to take her to Rivendell.