[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman gulped inwardly as she saw the terrible force coming at them, but outwardly she tried to keep her face impassive. Looking sidewards at Thrakatburz, she saw the witch was once again looking more than a little uncomfortable, her eyes fixed on the uruk general. She seemed to notice Aman looking at her though, for it then returned to its usual arrogance. Aman had seen though; something was amiss within the feelings of the two leaders. Glancing around she viewed their force and tried not to groan; herself, Alateriel, Aduchil and few archers, maybe 100 at most. They didnt have Fea or Calen, as they had taken Lord Elrond.
Aman then took a closer look at Ala and saw the other witch look quickly away almost guiltily, but her face told Aman more; she was wondering whether Thrakatburzs words about her going to the dark side were true. She tried to smile at Ala to reasure her, but how could she? Was it true? Thrakats words seemed to fit unnervingly.
And where was Elenna when you needed her? She issued another call to Elenna, but found with her someone elses mind...who was this?
Come on, we need you.....the orcs are approaching fast....we need you Elenna.....
Elenna? What is happening...Im hearing voices again...mustnt tell Elenna about this...

Aman was surprised at the gentle tone the other used and gathered he was a male elf. She would find more later, but right now she was desperate.
No! Do tell Elenna! This is Amanaduial and we need Elenna and you probably...whoever you are...
Amanaduial? His voice was questioning, but he recogised the alarm. We are coming Lady Amanaduial, do not worry...

"Aman! What the heck are you playing at? If you hadnt noticed orcs!" Alas voice cut through to Aman who snapped back from her thoughts of the mysterious elf.
"Erm yeah...." She looked around, and to her surprise and apprehension, Thrakatburz had gone. Strange...
"And they have horses! How do we-" Alas despairing voice was cut off as Aman snapped fully back to action mode
"Right! Hang on, I can deal with that." She yelled a word into the air, hands cupped around her mouth to amplify it. Then she smiled infuriatingly at Ala.
"Sorted."
"SORTED!? How is it- ah!" The near hysterical witch stopped and turned in the direction they had origionally come to see their horses thundering along. "Summoning?"
"Oh yeah. You like?"
"Nice!"

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They were standing outside some sort of invisble barrier, hopelessly trying to get in, when Lindir once again nearly fell of his horse as another voice hit him. He stayed on-just. It was becoming a running joke!
This time the voice was different though, not the cold hard steel of the other voice; It was softer, but emotionaly-laced, and obviously in danger. While trying to convince himself he was not scritsophrenic(SP?), he listened to the instructions, quickly passing them onto Elenna.
"Magic? Aman needs us to get in through magic?! I have warriors here, not wizards!" Elenna said desperatly. Hesitantly Lindir cleared his throat and spoke to her.
"I can do magic. Well quite well, but-"
"Could you get down the barrier?"
"Oh yes, of course. It may take a few moment though." He spoke more confidently now. Barriers werent THAT hard.
"Then go, Lindir, cos youre currently the only hope weve got!" Elenna ushed him forward. He concentrated on maing the barrier have a solid form as an illusion and, trying to ignore the sacry comment from behind, he then imagined it visualised away, and in its place a field. Instantly it was gone.
Elenna pulled him up onto his horse. "Ok, now you REALLY have to meet Aman."
Lindir smiled at her shyly. "But I already have."
Elenna opened and closed her mouth a few times before reflecting on the mysterious ways of Aman. She shrugged and, rearing up her horse she galloped towards the noise of already started battle...