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"If you whish to continue on then I don't mind. I can deal with what I've been tould. After all you haven't change, just what I know about you has, and it hasn't change who you are." Sila realyl didn't have a preferance eaither way. She wasn't tierd, no. She had to have a lot of endurance to be a guard in Mirkwood, as the Elven patrols that she was on always roamed for miles around the halls. And when she had been promoted she had not allowed her skills to fail her eaither. She could continue on without problem. "If it pleases you then we can go on for much longer."

Isil looked down at the path again seeing that the orc tracks looked more recent- but a couple hours distant. "You may continue walking with me," she said as she knelt by a bush seeing some twigs were snapped but what was this? She also noticed smaller diffrerent shapped tracks thin like a womans. "Well well... If I can tell by these... the orc troop has a prisioner. Might we check it out being they are in our direction anyway?" she asked as she stood back up and continued on.

After another few hours Elrothiel came round again. They had moved but were still close to the borders of Fangorn. She was tied to another tree but her head din't throb as much this time. She turned her head as much as she could. It was dusk and the orcs had started to make fires. They're stopping? She had always been told that they travelled at night and hid in the day but they appeared to be stopping for a while. She couldn't help being relieved. However they dragged or carried her during the day was leaving its mark - she was cut and bruised all over.

For the next couple of hours Elrothiel tried to rest, taking advantage that they were staying in one place and that she wasn't unconscious. Like all elves she could rest her mind while travelling during the day, the elvish equivalent of sleep, but forced unconsciousness did not work the same way and she needed to keep up her strength if she was ever going to escape.

At the moment she couldn't really see how she would but she wasn't yet ready to resign herself to her fate, whatever that was going to be. Although the orcs had not touched her sword (as Naraithas was elvish), they had rummaged through her pack and taken the water skins and food from it and, she reflected bitterly, without those she wouldn't get very far. They had left most of her personal belongings alone - they didn't know what they were but knew they were probably elvish, so she still had everything that was important to her, but could think of no way to use it to help herself. She gave it up. There was no point worrying about how she would escape until she had a chance to.

Van stood up ontop of the rocks to see better. It looked like it was the small party he was following, but they had joined up with a some what larger group. They were camped rather close to the edge of Mirkwood. They would have to be absolute fools if they beleived they could go all the way thru it. Van straped his spear to his side and held his left hand up and his right hand next to his heart, the orcish symble for neutrality. 'A few minuits of your time,' he called down to them in orcish. His orcish was getting rather well, as he had lived with orcs for several years and then bartered with them for another ten.

The orcs were east enough to talk with. Van had lived several years with the orcs so he knew their customs. Van pointed at the elf that was bound in their custody. 'May I talk with her?' he asked the party leader. The orc just grunted. 'A little far out for an elf isnt it?' he asked her in common toungue.

Van laughed. 'If you tell me why they captured you, other than being an elf, I can gget you out of here.' he said to her in an under tone, so the orcs wouldnt hear. Although he was neutral he didnt like seeing catpives, especially for orcs, they tend to get hungry.