Êlwen heard a blood curdling scream behind her. She immediately knew it was her mother. "Naneth!" screamed the young elf. Êlwen ran towards the her mother, killing every orc in her path. Finally, after killing many orcs, she reached her mother who laid side ways, with two black arrows lodged in her back. "Naneth, come. We are only a few miles away, we can reach Rivendell." persuaded Êlwen.

"No my child, The Valar call me. I must make haste." breathed Glorhedél.

"Mother, please! Lord Elrond can heal you!" begged Êlwen.

"I am fine, child. I can almost see it. Stay brave Êlwen, stay strong my star." gasped Êlwen's Naneth. These were Glorhedél's last words as Êlwen buried her tears in her mother's limp shoulder. Êlwen heard a grunt above her as she raised her head. Two black boots stood before her as she gazed at a massive Uruk' hai. Slowly Êlwen stood, backing up slowly as the Uruk' hai paced forward.

"Yer not so strong now, elfie. Did yer poor mum die?" mocked the Uruk' hai. He stepped on Glorhedél's now dead body. Êlwen winced at the sound of bones breaking. The Uruk grunted in pleasure. The Uruk' hai swung at Êlwen's head, as she instinctively ducked. He was strong, but quite delayed. Êlwen ran from the Uruk turning ever so quickly to shoot an arrow in his shoulder. The Uruk'hai stopped only momentarily to pull the arrow, but was nonetheless injured. Êlwen never ceased to stop shooting, only to be halted by a group of orcs who disarmed her. Êlwen thrashed violently, only to be threatened with a rusted knife.

"We don't want ta kill ya before the boss arrives." hissed an orc.

"Wait a moment longer, and my sword will be upon all of you." returned Êlwen curtly. The same Uruk' hai that confronted her earlier came around the bend of trees sauntering towards her. He was clearly wounded, but tried not to show it. He grunted and smiled. The Uruk' hai slapped her, leaving black blood stains from his hand behind.

"Does it hurt elf?" cackled the Uruk.

"Not as badly as you look." retorted Êlwen. The Uruk' hai grabbed her by the shoulder, and slammed her to the ground. He pressed his foot into Êlwen's back and yanked her braid, making her neck vulnerable. Elwen made no sound, but an occasional grunt of Uruk pressed a rusted blade against her neck until it slightly bled.

"Where are yer people now?" questioned the Uruk' hai.