[Nevtalathiel]

Thrakatburz did up the final button on her dress and left the room where she and Azruk had been enjoying a "private council". It had once been the great library of Rivendell, but now the books were scattered, their pages ripped, charred and blood-stained. she silently closed the door on the hulking uruk figure, who still lay unaware in his state of sensuous gratification. She retched and bending double, vomited onto the floor of the passageway. Her dark hair cascading down and covering her face, she was beautiful even now.
Thrakatburz took a deep breath and closed her eyes, concentrating on controlling the feelings of disgust which flooded her stomach and throat. the emotions, she had learned were easily mastered, both her own and those of others, but the body was harder to outwit. Certain feelings, such as lust, she could turn to her advantage, but mostly, the body remained a being she was unable to dominate. She straightened up, and though her limbs shook and she had to cling to the wall for support, her mind felt strong. she was confident of her power and though Thrakatburz's body was drained, her will was forged as strong and as sharp as steel.
She opened the door of the chamber opposite and checked nobody saw her slip into the room from the dimly-lit corridor; Azruk would soon be roused and she did not want to be disturbed by his clumsy words and even clumsier fingers. Stealthily shutting the door, she surveyed the room and then settled herself among the debris. She crossed her legs and allowed herself to slip inot a trance-like state as her spirit was released form the bonds of her body.
Back at the camp, one orc was surprised to see a tall, elegant elf appear as if from nowhere, walk into a tent, lift a few skins from a pile and then disappear agin. He had been ordered to shoot any intruders, but the shadow in the elf's face told him this would not be a wise choice and he had a feeling the arrow would not connect with flesh. Instead, he crept towards the tent and its hidden prize.
Satisfied that the Lord of Rivendell was suitably accomodated, Thrakatburz turned her attenton towards Lothlorien and Amanaduial.