[Amanaduial the archer]

Lindir breathlessly rode up to Elenna. The commander was mildly surprised he didnt bow, but worried; he was always so polite and quiet. Then she saw what worried her even more; tears glistened in the elfs eyes as he panted.
"Elenna...they...they have...Oh Iluvatar..." Elenna was shocked at the use of the word but waited for him to catch his breath. He stedied himself and stared her in the eye.
"Elenna, they have Lord Elrond."
Elenna gasped sharply and her hand flew to her mouth.
"The scum leader demands to see you Lady. He wants...he wants to negotiate.
"Where is Amanaduial?" Elenna asked the question suddenly. It jarred Lindir- he could not tell her. He lowered his eyes and grabbed her hand. "I...Never mind, you must come."
As Elenna followed the flushed captain, she clenched her fists, muttering slightly to herself. Lindir simply rode on, oblivious to all around him; little did the elf maid know what he was feeling; he could still feel Amans mind, even deeper than she herself could and it cut him worse than any orc blade...