(^^ Makes perfect sense! And yes, good way to act it out.)

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(lol. ok it works then *smiles* )

Before long one of the men stumbled across Jax, lying there on the ground. After calling for the heallers he was taken inside one of the tents.

But inside his mind another battle was being fought.....


The pitch blackness surounded him. Only red eyes and a hand holding a dager were visible through the dark. "Take this dager and kill yourselfe... only then can you once more have peace and joy, have happiness nad hope." a voice from his right told him softly and inocently.

"Without your anger you will die ont he field of battle, you are nothing without it!" a vile sounding voice came from his left. The internal conflict went on for what seemed like years to Jax, as only moments passed in the outside world.

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Rhayader listened keenly to the battle as it raged on and ended.
He wanted to go and fight but he new his place. He lay Tindomerel down and walked out quietly. He saw the devistation caused and sighed. He could have helped, save lives. To his right he saw the healer's tents and lots of work going on. He walked over and looked inside, seeing Airnae layed on a bed.
"Airnae..."

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The event's in Jax's mind, though seeming to him as a life time passing before his eyes, unable to make the decision between hope and hate. It seemed so stupid when he thought of it that way... but something seemed to be holding him back.

By now Jax felt as though old age was bringing him to his death. He couldn't even reeally remember what had happened.. a flash of light... movement. And he stabed th dager deep inside his heart, falling over dead.

With a start Jax sat up in bed and looked around... it had only been moments since the healers brought him inn the tent. "You need to rest!" one of the men healers said to him. Jax looked around, not saying a thing. He was to confused at the moment...

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((Messa back!!!!!! :clears throat: Sorries. I was gone for two days! Now I'm back! :evil grin:))

Tindomerel curled up in a ball, sleeping still, silently and quite peacefully. She turned in her sleep, rolling on Nimloth. The she-wolf yelped, jumping away, waking Tindomerel. The elf sat up. And she realized she had had her nightmare and she had slept well.
She yawned, stretching her arms. She winced as she stretched her muscles in her side.
"Ouch," she said, gripping her side, the pain was still making her feel very weak.

Nimloth barked a complaint at the elf, laying down on the ground. "Where's Rhayader?" asked Tindomerel, lookng around the tent for the ranger.
Nimloth looked at Tindomerel, then turned away, with a groan. "Fine," said the elf, struggling to stand up, "I'll go find him myself."
She staggered out of her tent, muttering something about wolves and how you can never get them mad.

Lebethron came up to Tindomerel as she came outside, taking in the fresh air. "Hi, Lebethron," said the elf maiden, smiling and stroking the stallion's black neck, "Where's Rhayader?"
Lebethron whinnied, looking over to the healer's tents. "Is he alright?"
The stallion's head bobbed up and down. Tindomerel patted the stallion.
"Remind me to give you a good rub down," she said, walking toward the healer's tents.
The stallion followed her, Tindomerel holding onto the base of Lebethron's black mane. She saw Rhayader and smiled.
"So there you are..."
Tindomerel then saw Arinae inside the tent. "Arinae?!..."

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As Jax layed there trying to sort the whole thing out he sudenly remembered about Arinae and her condition. He slowly roas out of bed and got to his feet. At first he stumbled a bit but he balanced himself. "You should rest." one of the healers repeated.

"I know..." Jax said as he walked out the tent opening. He made his way over to the tent where Arinae was and looked in. Rhayader, and Lady Tin were there as well. Jax walked in. "How is she doing?" he asked.

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Rhayader didn't change his focus from Airnae. His arms crossed and his head perched upon his right hand.
"She's aparently doing well, the stuff they gave her is working but I don't like how it is going."
He looked to Tindomerel.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

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Jax looked over. "Should have got there sooner.." he said softly, hanging his head lower.

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"I'm fine," said Tindomerel, just outside the tent, still holding onto Lebethron's mane, "Sleeping and me aren't best friends..."
Tindomerel turned to a healer walking toward the tent. "How is she?" asked the elf, casting a worried glance at Jax, who had spoke, but she directed her question to the healer.
"She's doing well, milady," said the healer, with a nod, trying to slip into the tent, "But she would be better if you all could let her sleep in peace!"
Tindomerel moved away from the tent, not wanting to start something with a healer. They knew what they were doing. Arinae would be better soon...

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Jax walked off slowly. Thoughts running through his mind like never before. Thoughts of his future, what and why he was living and what for... Sudenly he could see what Arinae had tried to show him before.

There WAS hope! Hope that they could survive, hope that they could defeat the enemy..... there was hope!

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(*bites Tin* << *growls and snarls wolfishly* You'd have a fit if I had you doing well without asking!!! *mumbles something about an attention seeking rp'er* I'm not feeling well so I can't exactly type anything out. >< I'll be back later hopefully...)

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(Thank you Jax ^^ *will try and post now*)

Arinae finally calmed in her sleep, though chilled, despite the efforts of the healers to warm her with both blanket and fire. The pain in her shoulder overwhelmed her thoughts for a moment as she awoke, but then the chill took over, seeming to numb everything. Arinae stirred slightly, then managed to sit up, staring wide eyed at the healers, then looking over towards the others. "Wha-What happened..." but as she asked the question, the memory of what had happened flooded her and she closed her eyes, bowing her head, posing a far different question in a tired and strained voice. "How many have we lost...?"

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((Sorries. (That seems to be my favorite word lately) :notes to ask next time: Please don't bite me. I taste bad... I hope you feel better!))

Tindomerel looked into the tent at the sound of Arinae's voice. She saw Arinae sitting up. She slipped into the tent, letting go of Lebethron and grabbing onto Rhayader's arm. She steadied herself then let go.
"I don't know," said Tindomerel, "I just woke up. How are you feeling?"
She looked at Rhayader, hoping he had an answer. She was curious to learm the answer also. She heard Lebethron pacing outside the tent, waiting for her to return.

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(S'ok.... >< Me just not feeling too well, so I blow up at everything.... haha.... *erases the biting scene* *shifty eyes* werewolf moment.... *glances out window* o.o Not even a full moon....)

Arinae didn't answer the elf immediatly, as her thoughts went back to how she had gotten to where she now was. She remembered the men fallen, Thren fallen, the horses as well. She had miscalculated, misjudged, and failed to keep watch, letting herself fall asleep that time. Holding her bowed head in both her hands she closed her eyes, murmuring to herself in Rohirric, cursing her mistake, cursing herself.

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Walking by Jax noticed the others at the tent and he went over to see.

Jax walked up behind the others silently, side stepping Lebranth on his way. His face still showed that of regret and blame, but with an unsuspected undertone of hope that had not shown through in years. He had also come up with an idea for getting through the front gates if they needed too... but he figured now was not the time.

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