[Amanaduial the archer]

Lindir sprinted behind the tents, not caring to be stealthy. Nothing mattered except getting to the elfwitch before it was too late. He neednt have worried- all the orcs were in the negotiations...but then again, that wasnt exactly comforting. He ran, feeling like traitor. As he tore around a corner, he saw the faint eerie glow of magefire from inside a tent and his heart lept. Aman. Slowing, he skidded and walked into the tent.
"Aman!" She froze but didnt turn at first.
"Lindir...I...I...Why are you here?"
He was in no mood to listen. Hurt and confused he stepped towards her. "Well at least Im here with the right side!"
Now she turned and for a moment Lindir was ashamed to find himself tensing up, ready for her to hit him. But she simply looked at him as if he was a child, something like pity shining in her eyes. It tore him apart.

"Dont Lindir. I am not as you knew me. The right side?" She spoke softly and Lindir felt a shiver slide down his back as he realised how like Thrakat she sounded. "What is the right side Lindir?"
"The side that fights for good."
"Good? Nothing is black and white."
"The side that belives in honour."
"Honour among thieves."
"The side that fights for its own people." That hurt. Aman stared at him for a moment before turning from him as if bored, her claok swirling behind her. Tears were now welling up in the young male elfs eyes and suddenlt he felt angry. "The side that doesnt just abandon its own for a murderess witch."He pressed on.
"Dont." She spoke as if she was gritting her teeth but he kept going.
"Who belive in truth and kindness."
"Dont!" Her voice was louder now but still muffled.
"Why?!" He grabbed her shoulder and spun Aman around to face him. She pulled back and he saw tears in her eyes too.
"Please dont Lindir." It wasnt a command now. It was a plea.
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Aman tried to keep back the tears but now one spilled down her cheek. She also was being ripped apart. Slowly she reached out for Lindirs hand and was surprised but grateful when he took it. Leaning forward she kissed him gently on the lips and at the same time she drew a short assasins dagger from her belt. Lindir pulled away but she held his hand firmly and motioned a finger to her lips. Raising his left hand, she slit the palm diagonally. The blood welled up and he bit his lip as he once again tried to pull away. She then did the same to her hand.
Lindir stared at her puzzled as she pressed their palms together.
"This bond will hold us together." Her voice was calm. "No matter where I am, I will think of you by this scar."
"And I you." His voice was choked as he replied.
The witch smiled as she looked into his eyes. The moment broke when Aman stood and walked from the tent...but she stopped at the door. Lindir looked so hopeful she almost stopped right then. With some hesitation she spoke.
"I...Will you...." She sighed and pulled a small chain from her pocket. "Give this to Elenna. Tell her...tell her Im sorry."
With that she turned and walked to theplace she and Thrakat had agreed to meet. Drawing a shaky breath, she couldnt bring herself to wipe away the tears flowing freely down her cheeks.