[Amanaduial the archer]

Lindir Starsong turned his horse slightly to look the small crowd of elves coming after him and despite his patient nature, he sighed quietly.
"Come friends, we are almost there!" He called to them, trying not to sound so timid.
"Almost where boy?" An irritated voice that Lindir didnt recognise came from the crowds as they struggled up the slope. Lindir gulped uncertainly and started thinking fast.
"Why...to Lady Elennas camp of course! She is waiting for us!" He knew he sounded nowhere near as confident as he would have liked. The dark haired elf remembered the moment when Lady Elenna had left him in charge.
The exasperated commander had turned to face him."You. What's your name?"
"I am Lindir, my lady." the young elf had replied, a little overwhelmed that the Lady had noticed him.
"You are in charge of those we leave behind. Don't exhaust them, but hurry. We will need you soon."
The elf smiled to himself; why had Elenna gone for him? He turned his startlingly blue eyes towards the group now assembled at the top of the hill. "Of course. She chose me simply because there was no need to choose anyone with talent...or anything..."
"Im sorry Lindir, I missed that. What did you say?" An elf beside the crestfallen Lindir questioned and Lindir realised what a fool he must look. Turning away so his blush would not show on his pale cheeks, looking instead to the way they were going.
"Its nothing...I-I was just..." Suddenly his eyes widened in shock as he looked backwards and saw a camfire. Smiling and glad for a distraction he turned back to the elves.
"We-we are actually almost there! See- a camfire! Come on, we can pick up the pace a bit!" He urged his horse into a faster trot, amnd the inspired elves behind him followed him...little did they know how far of course they were...