[Amanaduial the archer]

Elanor walked as confidently as she could aheadf of the group, a bll of magefire hovering above her outstretched hand. The groups footsteps echoed throughout the empty silence of the corridor. She was trying not to even think about how far they were from the sorcerer they were, what would happen if they stumbled in on him and his orcs with their tiny band of a witch, a witch with no powers, a starving elf and two fighters. As well she knew that herself, Elwyn and Ransom fought, and Mithwyn no doubt although she had only really seen her fighting for the enemy....but it would be nothing against the orcs. There was no use in worrying right now though; they had out their lives in the hands of fate...

Eleanor was pondering on just how stupid that had been when she heard voices. Flattening herself against the wall and dimming the magelight to a spark, the others followed and she listened intently for the nature of the voices. In the echoes of the corridor it was impossible to tell clearly even what the creatures were. She exchanged a glance with Elwyn who was just beside her, who put her hand grimly on her sword. Counting silently to three holding up her fingers, the pair leapt out with a yell.

Several things happened at once. Elanors magefire went out altogether, plunging them into absolute darkness. The victims of the attack also started yelling randomly as they realised they were the victims of an attack, and Elanor realised she had made a mistake; despite the echoes and chaos, these were not orc voices. She called to Elwyn, and Mithwyn who now also seemed to have joined them to stop but she couldnt concentrate on getting the magelight to flare up as a figure from the darkness had dived on her and in the darkness seemed to be trying to stab her. Ransom had also joined in now...

"STOP!"

The call echoed throughout the corridor, a strong, confident voice that she thought she recognised. In the silence she fumbled about, removing herself from her assailants grip and concetrating to light a ball of magefire above her hands. Looking around she saw all the figures in various stages of shocked freezeframe and saw that their victims were...

"Bulvard, Aiwyn, Gwyn, Tumnaooriel! At last!" Elanor heard Elwyn shout, delighted. Elanor said nothing, simply staring at Bulvard. Then a slow smile spread across her face. "Bulvard!" She said quietly and hurried over. He grabbed her, hugging her tightly, then realised what he was doing and let go, rather awkwardly. She stood back and smiled shyly at him, then at all of them.

"Well met indeed, friends!" She laughed, producing smiles even from the now rather bruised elves and humans. "Now-"

She stopped, hearing other voices, deeper, more sinister. Someone was looking for them. She gritted her teeth. Well, theyd see who found who first...