[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman waited, her back against a tree as she watched the border of the camp from where the other witch would come. Inside her once again that terrible stillness reigned. Occasionally a thought might flicker as to what was happening to her frie- to the other elves, but it seemed to be happening to someone else; why would she care.
Would the charm she had given Elenna work?
How was the battle going?
How were the others?
In reply to these nothing in her responded. She felt that as she had gained respect from Thrakatburz, she has with it lost her soul.
Looking up she saw the witch coming...but with her she dragged another figure. Aman almost smiled. This would take her mind off what was happening inside. After all, it was one of Thrakats favourite past times.
"Aman my friend, look what Ive brought for you to play with!" Thrakat laughed and threw the elf down in front of the tree. Aman smiled in the darkness at first as well. She kicked the figure in the side so she could see his face before stopping in shock. The face was too familiar; jet black hair, pale slim face and brilliant azure eyes. Lindir.
"What the...." Aman stared in horror at him before she got angry. "What in the name of Morgoth are you doing here?!"
She felt Thrakats hand on her shoulder. "Go on my young friend. Blood shall start our new alliance. Start as you mean to go on!"

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Lindir looked at the witch who had just kicked him. He had run over everything that could happen as he was dragged here, but he had never expected to see what he saw now. Red hair. Green eyes. Cynical face.
But it wasnt Aman.
"Go on my young friend. Blood shall start our new alliance. Start as you mean to go on!"
He didnt even glare at the dark evil creature; he couldnt take his eyes off Aman. Her face hardened and she smiled, sending a shiver down his spine. She held out her hand and he took it, standing up.
"Lindir. How are you?"
"Aman." He let out a sigh of relief. "Im all the better for seeing you."
"Oh. Well, we can fix that!" She lashed out with a knife, knocking him to the ground and drawing a thin line of blood across his cheek. The shock and force of it made him stumble and fall to
He stared at her in horror as she looked down at him, the blood glistening on her hand. As she kicked his side he clenched his fists to stop himelf crying out. When he did so, he felt the scar on his palm and looked up hopefully.
The fight went for a while, although he wouldnt fight back. he couldnt fight someone he felt so close to.
As she kicked his side he clenched his fists to stop himelf crying out. When he did so, he felt the scar on his palm and looked up hopefully.
"This bond will make me think of you."
Aman stared at him for a moment before pulling him up to hit him. As she was about to do so, he heard her whisper.
"And I will think of you."