The dark elf did not know what to make of this young elfling. She would still be considered a child by the standards of their race. In her eyes reflected an intelligence that was not to be underestimated. But she would still need years of experience for wisdom only time can give.
Rûdhchamion was amused as he detected the color rising in her cheeks. She was a sensitive one then, when it came to her youth. So much like Pennnauriel when they had still been this young elf’s age.
With a crooked grin he said, ” My apologies, please do not take offense. It is very rare that I would look upon such fine craftmanship such as these” he gestured to the arrows. “I had thought them crafted by Thranduil’s master smiths, who must have honed their skills through ages past. One could even say that they might rival those made in Lórinand. You honour your sire and mentor by such talent for one so young.”
He glanced around and quickly sent a thought of inquiry to the chipmunk. There were no other elves nor men nearby was its reply…. Not yet, that is.
Rûdhchamion began to gather his things, placing the arrows in his quiver. He had best leave young Anarya and move on. Though he would have taken great pleasure in watching the execution of the men. Pity he would be unable to get any information from them. Double more the pity, he thought, that he could not kill them with his own hands.
He turned to the girl as he adjusted his pack and quiver. “Seeing that you no longer need tending to, young Anarya, I must be on my way. I am certain that a patrol will be coming by, should you need an escort back to your home.”
He felt a sudden urgency to quickly move on. With his bow in one hand, he turned to leave.
Then he stopped. A thought entered his mind suddenly and with his back still turned to her, he asked almost in a whisper “Do you know who they are – these men from the east? Did you see what they looked like?”
He turned to face her slowly. She was watching him silently, an intent look on her face. It was risky, and she may not agree - but there was no other way. He had to find out if these men were somehow connected to the raid on his people.
"I would ask a favor of you... one that I would not ask if not for the urgency of my needs."
Anarya became wary," And what would those needs be? To spy upon King Thranduil's realm and - "
"I am no spy", he said with a hint of irritation. "I wish to know if the men who were captured may lead me to those I seek."
She looked him in the eye,"Who then would you be seeking?"
His answer was in a voice as cold as ice.
"Those that murdered my family."
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