[Amanaduial the archer]

Thrakatburz laughed as she sent the little hobbit sprawling against a tree before grabbing Aman and running onwards. Despite herself, Aman couldnt bring herself to laugh with the dark witch as she watched Rosa fly backwards, but neither did she feel any sympathy for the little creature. She was in league with the sursed elves who killed her family so...she deserved it? No, that didnt fit either...all she felt for the Rosa as she lay against the tree, blood trickling from her mouth was plain indifference. She didnt matter...
"How shall we travel friend? Why run when we could do anything!" Thrakatburz turned to Aman and with her newly refreshed senses the witch noticed a flash of panic behind Thrakats eyes.
"Why, let us fly! As eagles of course! The holiest of the Valars birds!" They laughed at the irony of it as they leapt of the ground, changing in mid air and flying into the sky...
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Lindir leapt out of the bushes as Rosa fell, catching her head to stop it from striking the ground. He felt numb as he lay the small hobbit on a pile of leaves, and fumbled in a waist pouch for a first aid kit. His fingers felt huge and clumsy though and he couldnt grab the equipment. Something fell out and he dropped to get it grasping at the ground hopelessly before stopping completely still.
Slowly he looked into the sky to see the two eagles weaving their way over the tree tops and a tear slid down his pale cheeks...