[Amanaduial the archer]

The elf slipped down the tree, her black hair flowing over her slim tall form. She stood in front of the startled band of orc scouts and saw they were pulling a cart covered with a large stained cloth.
"Thrakatburz..." A few of the orcs drew their swords uncertainly in front of the one they saw to be their ruthless witch leader. Inwardly Aman flinched at the name under her disguise of her enemy. It had been Aduchils idea, and she had to admit it was a good one, but she still wasnt comfortable with it. However she had to keep it up...
"Put ure blades down fools!" She snapped at them. "You know what I can do without a weapon at all." She raised her arms threateningly and the dim orcs huriedly put down their swords. Aman tried to stop the feeling of enjoyment coming over her.
"What is in your cart? Show it to me." She commanded. The orcs hesitated. Obviously something very precious was under there for them to question her. She took a step forward and the orcs tried to stand their ground.
"Show it to me!" She hissed at the lead orc. He gulped before replying.
"No." Aman felt not the slightest bit of remorse as she raised her arms. Then she ducked as 3 elvsih arrows flew from the tree straight and true into 3 orcs hearts. They fell without a sound and Aman turned around the tree as the other ran over. They stepped over the bodies to the cart. Dreading what could be hidden there, Aman and Ala drew back the blanket with a flourish. The others gasped and fell to their knees, but Fea rushed forwards to whatever was in the cart. The witches exchanged glances and came around from the blanket to see the broken and unconcious form in the cart.
"Lord Elrond...." Aman breathed quietly