(Oh sorry!)

Hoth turned his attention to Rill, "Three I believe...".
"There were two others...", Mordollwen whispered to herself. Hoth heard her with his sharp ears and moved towards her, his eyes narrowing down as if he was observing her.
"Two more? Hopefully one of our other men have grabbed hold of them... though we cannot wait for them. The other elves will soon notice their fellow elves are missing."
Mordollwen gasped and attempted to cover her mouth in shock but was unable to do so with her binded hands.
"Garich i dhôl goll o Orch*!", she bitterly snapped at him, "Hria cuilë**...."

*You have the hollow head of an Orc
**Get a life

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Meleth could not help but glance sharply at Mordollwen. Her smoldering eyes and readiness for flight the second Rill relaxed his hold were in sharp contrast with Mordollwen's relative docility. "Man eneth nin?"* she enquired, a hint of suspicion in her voice. Rill looked sharply down at his silver-haired captive and his hand tightened, and Meleth subsided under diress. "This one might give us trouble," he muttered, half to himself and half to Hoth.

*What is your name?

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( Here's another Khand citizen..
Name: Korvan Vanel
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Race: Human
Appearance: Rangy is the best way to describe his build. He has long, lank black hair, more often down in his face, and flinty grey eyes.
Personality: Forbidding, very sarcastic, self-centered except for when it comes to his family.
Weapons: A cruel-looking curved sword and several daggers.
Skills: A very skilled tracker, and an excellent hunter.
Brief info: The only reason he joined the elf hunt in the first place was because of the money, which his family is desperately in need of. This, added with his cold hatred of the elves, made for a perfectly good reason to embark on this mission. )

"There's no need to wait." a cold voice called from a nearby copse of trees. Seconds later, a rangy man with lank black hair walked out from among the trees, bodily dragging two elves whose hands were cruelly bound. The ellon, with unmistakable blond hair, was still struggling against his captor, though the elleth, with fiery red hair, didn't struggle at all..though she kept up a stream of curses under her breath in elvish.

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Meleth stiffened and forgot where she was, taking a step towards the two elves and stumbling as Rill pulled her back. "Sa farn palan," she spat at him. "That means this is far enough, mortal." Her eyes were fiery and one could see that she would take no more abuse from him.
Rill's eyebrows drew into a frown but her released her, and Meleth, hands still bound, whirled to face the two newcomers, head held high, with a suspicious Rill close behind. Her face fell. "Aradan, Elwen..." she murmured. "I cannot say I am glad to see you."

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Both elves lifted their heads and looked towards Meldawen, equally surprised to see her. Elwen subsequently dropped to her knees as Korvan released her, while Aradan wavered slightly on his feet, but straightened stiffly at a gruff chuckle from the man. He was not about to show any sign of weakness, no matter how tired he truly was. "All I can say is I'm glad you're alive..our companions were all killed.."

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Meleth's expression of dismay hardened into anger as Rill's hand fell heavily on her shoulder. "Thank Eru I was alone," she murmured, eyes now on the ground. For the first time there was defeat in her stance as she looked up and felt Rill taking hold of her upper arm, his firm grip now making her feel almost suffocated by captivity. This time she did not resist - Fearan had been right, she would need her strength.
Rill turned to face Hoth, forcing Meleth with him. "Do we ride?" he asked impatiently.

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Turwaithiel finished writing the letter and sent it with her hawk, then stood stretching her aching body, sighing. She looked around for the rest of the group, which the leader had formed to go and look for the misfortunate Elves whom had disappeared. Turwaithiel knelt by the fire and cursed at herself as she felt the dew in the dirt, which was surprisingly still there. She had acted so slowly and they still didn't even have a heading an where to even look for there friends. She cursed again and kicked dirt into the fire, folding her arms across her chest in anger and frustration.

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Fearan cursed. How many more of his fellow elves would be taken captive? Already he had heard of thier deaths. "This is worng" He murmured to himself. Korth turned to him and smiled broadly, though it was not friendly.

"You're right, elf" The man said slowly. "It is wrong that you live in the woods, with plentiful food, clothes on your back, while my people and I suffer. Do you only care for yourselves. Do consider us lowly mortals, not worth your time?"
Fearan glared at him coldly. "Was it not your people that served Sauron? By my recounts, he was an evil Lord who killed some of my friends. Perhaps that is why you are not very highly favored."
Korht laughed. "Our poverty began even before our allegiance to Sauron. Why do you think joined with him? Anything for a loaf of bread, a roof over your head, and clothers on your back."
The Khand man noticed the elf glaring at him still. "Do not be disgusted, elf. You would no doubt do the same. Have you ever watched you three year old daughter starve to death? Have your wife and son ever cried out in pain, because the hunger was too great? Have you seen thier ribs stick further and further every day? Have-"
"Enough" Fearan growled. "Enough."
Korth chuckled slightly. " I didn't think you had."

Ilinet slowly moved his gaze to Turwaithiel.
"Do not worry. They were not taken to be killed. I am sure we will find them." Ilinet tried to comfort her, but it seemed not to work.

"They were only taken nigh on two days ago. They should be fine. For now, all we need to decide is what direction. Nearly the hardest part."
Ilinet stood up, and glanced into the deep forest. "It all looks the same... Their path will be well hidden," he whispered to himself.

Turwaithiel looked up at Illinet. "You know I am not patient, Net." That is what she usually called him. She put her gaze to the fire again. "If any of them are killed...I have failed my duty as an friend and warrior."

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Ilinet looked at Turwaithiel, and tilted his head. "Do not suspect the worst. They were not taken to be killed. It would be a waste of effort. They were taken for slaves. That, I have to agree, is horrible, but at this point they have had no harm. Besides, maybe, a bruise. If we are fast enough, they probably wont even have reached there destination.
"I doubt this, but no matter what, you cant think of the worst. It only causes the worst."

Tur looked into his eyes and siad, "Thank you."

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Ilinet grinned widly. "Dont thank me, Turwaithiel. It is nothing I have done." He looked into the fire, seeing the dark embers swelling, and becoming a nice shade of red.

"They're - you're - elves. You're immortal," came a soft voice from the other side of the fire. Atalante sounded just slightly envious. "Whoever has taken them would be foolish to kill them."

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Voronwe and Elenanna both came to the campfire, Elenanna's silver eyes seemingly cold. The elleth sighed as she sat down, near the fire, and Voronwe placed his hands on her shoulders. The elven couple were silent.

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Turwaithiel looked at her friends and smiled a little.

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