It seemed she was to stay in her tree and make of it a new home, for her "friend" before her set her nerves on edge and even a glance at the hounds he commanded told her what damage he could do without so much as touching an arrow or moving his horse.

The more he looked upon her, the more she was certain her guess was correct, yet the venom in his voice from what name she picked from the list of many for the dark shadow that loomed ever closer to them surprised her and it showed plainly on her face.

'The enemy has many names, I picked but one.' she said, quietly though he would hear her even if she whispered instead. 'If I caused offence, I did not intend it. I have no need to speak of him often.' trees, after all, did not care which of the names the great shadow went by and she was so seldom in the city that new tales of the horrors of war seldom came to her ears.

'No. No evil pricks at the girdle, looking for weakness. I came of my own will, on a different sort of hunt.' then, more because she does not want to start a fight with someone seemingly quick-tempered than because of any sort of trust she adds: 'I sought a bird, if you must know. I had never heard its song nor seen its face before but it would not come into the wood and so I came out.'

Steading herself against the tree trunk she then calls out a soft, sweet bird song which is answered from the direction from which she came by one just like it.

'Just a bird, Lord. Nothing more.' She doubted at all that he thought her a hunter, no one amongst the elves would look at her and see such.