So quick, and so terrible, the arrow flew to gift Brom with the death he had offered the mangled elf that now lay keening upon the rooftop; Elandriel saw only The two standing, though; Brom, the slim arrow sprouting from his eye, and Kynathien beyond, the shining image of the lady's vengeance come to reclaim her Daughter and destroy the kidnappers.<br/><br/>But Kynathien did not know what Elandriel did, and her hand wrapped around Brom's wrist with a keening sound she did not realize she made; the pain of his wound nearly blinded one of her own eyes, and the dull agony of the fallen elf resonated unhealed in her chest.<br/><br/>"Kynathien,<em>a'mael ohtar!</em>They have made pact with Malakai!" The words were strained upon the edge of weeping, staring at Brom; she had met the Baron, and she knew that it was truth; for this, his firstborn spawn of his twisted seed, he would raze the wood and set the Painlord gleefully upon them all. "Go!"<br/><br/>She could only hope that her would-be rescuer would do as he was told, and flee to carry this terrible knowledge back to their people - and to save their people, she did now that which she ached not to do.. Her throat lurched under the collar that clung and wailed as she closed her eyes and began to whisper her prayers, hand lifting toward Brom's face, blinding him completely with the white glow that sprung up as she took from him as much of the arrow's damage as she could manage.<br/><br/>Glimmering elven blood began to seep from beneath one eyelid, her prayers stuttering out into a sharp scream.