Thrakatburz drew in a breath slowly over her teeth. She knew Azruk would not harm her while there were other elves around, but she was no longer so sure of her security. She saw Amanaduial's face and realised she was letting her fear show. She swallowed, returning to her normal, proud, ruthles self and her face was once more set, a mask of hatred veiled by a cold and distant beauty.
She noticed for the first time the other elf, still chanting quietly over the body of Elrond.
"Who's your friend?" she asked out loud, so the other elf could hear, though her voice was no less chilling. "Is she like you, will she join the darkness?" Thrakatburz asked, her voice now soft and syrupy and eyes opened wide, looking mockingly at Aman. She smiled wickedly as the other elf faltered in her incantation and looked up apalled at Aman, whose only reply was a sharp
"Keep chanting!"
"Ah, yes, the chanting." Thrakatburz's voice was sweet and her tone patronising, but it still sent chills down the spine of those who heard her. The elves present with no knowledge of magic heard nothing, but felt a coldness trike at their hearts. "Calling up the spirits of the dead, I'm impressed, you can do real magic." her tone cut like steel. "I'd be careful, though, if I were you, those who answer the call tend to be the...less satisfied ones, shall we say, and Elrond had enemies, you could end up doing more harm than good. Unless you'd like some help that is."
Her meaning flashed across into Aman's mind
"Join me" it said, "Be like me, strong and powerful"
"You would not help him" Aman said, gritting her teeth for the onslaught of Thrakatburz attack.
"But you're not really trying to help him, are you?"
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