Kidnapped!

[Amanaduial the archer]

How did he know her tongue? How could an easterling know elvish? Nuhrive was dragged along in a daze, her own dagger point still at her throat, held in the grasp of Ru-Sahn. As they reached the others she was spun out of his grasp and thrown to the floor. She began to get to her knees but a blow from one of the mens hands knocked her back down.

To her surprise, none of the others stopped Ru-Sahn, nor complained as he hit her again. She realised with fear that her hope of protection, her hope of not being hurt because she was so precious was gone. She backed away, scrabbling to her feet and saw that he was still in front of her. She kept backing away before feeling the rough bark of a tree behind her. She gulped and looked up into Ru-Sahns face. His eyes were cold and now cold steel was once again at her throat. She gasped slightly as she felt her own blood trickling down her throat. She looked once again into the tall mans face, fear stopping her even from thinking...