"Right, sorry." She starts singing. Injuries become less painful; they don't start stitching themselves up just yet.

Oh, that's nice.  Kind of them.

Malak accepts the food--wolfs it down one-handed, actually, they haven't eaten in at least a day and it wasn't exactly a restful day--and tries to hide most of their thoughts better.

Gratitude. They still hate telepathy but politeness to captors seems like a good plan for as long as they have captors.

Should be pretty filling, it's magic. For communication that isn't telepathy, which the human apparently hates, they'll have to wait on his brother. 

The song should be starting to stitch her up by now.

And he catches up with them. Looks searchingly at his brother for a moment, then dismounts as well. "It is a pleasure and a surprise to meet such a gifted stranger here."

"I am the daughter of Melian and Elu Thingol and I have already told your companion my intentions and I am in a hurry to get to Nargothrond."

"I am honored," he says. "And we are in a hurry to take you there. But there's such a thing as incautious haste. If you'll extend us the charity of twenty minutes to sort this out -"

"Someone I care about is being tortured."

"Someone I loved was tortured fifty years as they're now counted, and none of us would now live if we'd rushed into rescuing him."

"I'm half-Maia -"

"I'd inferred that."

"Twenty minutes."

I need to learn your language quickly, he says to Malak, and then points at himself - "Curufin" -

Malak points at themself. "Malak"

I'll be able to speak yours tomorrow. They can't imagine this stranger--Curufin--could learn a language quicker than that, but they know next to nothing about these people or their capabilities, so.

How's that?

Can cast a spell on myself. Need sleep first.

...I see. "Tyelcormo, why don't you stay out here while I escort the princess Lúthien on to her destination. If tomorrow we'll be able to communicate better -"

And if this is a threat better not to hand it the location of one of Beleriand's last hidden cities. He nods. 

"So we can go right now -"

"We can go right now."

"I'm not faster than a horse-"

"You may share mine." 

And they head off.

Come to think of it, Malak's been up for at least 20 or 30 hours.  They should probably sleep now.

What time is it, locally?

Mid-afternoonish? Still sunny. The dog lets them go.

Pardon. Do you have spare clothes? I lost mine. Sleeping soon. Please don't kill me. They can't outrun a horse and they can't outfight this dog, it's not like they have any other choice. Sleeping in the captivity of strangers is never pleasant though.