[Amanaduial the archer]

The witches let go of each others hands and Aman drew her sais; the orcs were now close enough to fight with hand to hand. Her eyes however still glowed with silver light and the pupils had completely vanished. She felt exilherated and somehow the waves of orcs still coming onwards failed to scare her. For her own amusement she took a leaf out of out Alas book and shot a jet of fire from the middle blade of one of her sais. The bolt hit three of the leading orcs. She was quite pleased with that-
Then it hit the witch; she was pleased when it hit three. Looking over the army she realised she could take down three thousand and thered still be some. The realisation jolted her as if her own bolt had hit her. She looked at the elves around her trying to hold their nerves. They could never win. Clenching her teeth she raised her sais again and decided her lucky number would be three. As in three hundred. The amount she would at least take down with her.

We are coming lady Amanaduial. The soft determined voice came to her stressed mind.
Where are you Lindir?
Well...turn around...
She felt she could have kissed this mysterious elf as she looked around and saw her salvation. Over two thousand elves were standing behind the three on horseback who Aman recognised as Elenna, Glorfindel and...Lindir.
She heard someone shout beside her and whirled around, ducking as a large orc swung a her with a sword. Slashing him across the throat she flashed a grateful smile at Ala. She was now running in Adrenaline as her sais flashed in front of her...
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Lindir smiled as he spoke to Amanaduial. Soon he would actually be able to see this mysterious witch. Elenna had most of the army on foot and they were currently positioning themselves in the trees around the battle, so they could make a surprise attack from all around.
The connection was suddenly broken off and Lindir felt the pain. His horse reared and he looked forward to see many of the elves being attacked. How could he pinpoint Amanaduial when he didnt even have any clear idea of what she looked like? Then he saw an unusual sight as one of the orcs simply evaporated. A red haired elf beside him was clutching her side but then kept on fighting, although Lindir could not see the strange weapons she fought with, just flashes of gold in the air.
He turned to Elenna. "We must attack now!" He said urgently.
"No. We should wait- we ahve the benefit of surprise!"
"But...but...she is hurt! Amanaduial is hurt!" He couldnt understand why it was so urgent; he had never met this witch, didnt know if he would even like her, but he could still feel her mind and feel even stronger the pain in her side.
"No! You cannot sacrifice everything for personal feelings..." Elenna stopped in the middle of her sentence as if wondering what she was saying. "You- no, what am I saying! Lets go!"
Together they rushed forward. All the time Lindir kept his eyes on the strange magical elf, weaving a golden pattern of death in front of her...