Jax Looked up at the becons with a smile. "There is hope..." he siad softly to himself.


(sorry been away for a bit)

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(are we still fighting. *is a bit confused* sorry)

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(Tis perfectly alright, Jax.... erm no.... we're done with the short battle, but there are others.... Terrific post, Aemorn ^^ )

Arinae's gaze scanned the forces against them. They seemed to be sitting, gloating on the victory they declared they were sure to have. Neither defender nor enemy made a move, as it seemed there was a silent mutual agreement to stare at one another for a while, seeing who's nerves would burst first. The orcs were first to break lines, their want for battle making them reckless. These threats were taken down easily, and ever so often the breaking off of the orcs caused a gap in the enemy lines.

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Jax stood firm, taking out any orcs that came his way, not givig them an inch. Several of the men seemed a bit concerned, and so was he. But he had lived a concerned life and the look of concern was all to bothersome to leave on ones face for a lifetime.

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Rhayader saw the gaps and smiled. Orcs could always be depended on to break up. He quickly shot up and jumped on Stardance, ignoring the slight twinge in his back and charging down the hill, picking his spot.
The horse picked up tremendous speed for being slightly tired and thrust it's way through the gap, knocking the odd orc to the ground. The ranger glanced behind him at the site of orcs sprawling across the ground and smiled.
He appoarched the emcampment and dissmounted. He quickly spotted Airnae and ran over.
"Airnae, they have more men coming!"

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"Aye, just what we need," Arinae murmured sarcastically, her expression grim. "Good work, Rhayader, if Gondor responds swiftly, you shall be praised for your efforts to have the beacons lit to save the lives of many," she complimented him with a brief bow, though her gaze strayed to her sweat lathered horse.

"Ah, Stardance...." she murmured, giving the steed a gentle pat on the neck, "excellent work, my good horse...." She took a cloth and began removing the sweat from Stardance's glistening coat with her left hand, glancing towards the ranger. "Rhayader, be sure to get some rest, you'll be needing it.... the orcs are very careless, but they still wear the men down quickly..." Arinae smiled slightly, "And don't forget to relieve Lady Tin's nerves by informing her of your safe return...."

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Tindomerel had pushed Nimloth off the bed and the she-wolf lay down on the floor. She was sleeping rather peacefully, still gasping a bit for breath. She fever had calmed and she had no idea what was going on other than in her dreams, which were quite nice, and had Rhayader in them...
The elf woke at the sound of hoofbeats and voices. Her amber eyes flickered open. She muttered a few elvish curses and shifted, falling back asleep quickly.

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Jax sat down, resting from the battle but still watching the orc lines to be sure they did not advance again. If they wre fortunate the orcs would stay away until the reinforcements came to aid the small group of men that had been so far holding there position.

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Rhayader nodded to Airnae. He longed to see Tindomerel. He walked quickly to her tent and opened the cover. Nimloth looked up at him briefly but put her head down after Rhayader put a finger to his lips. He quietly walked over to her side and sat on the floor so he could look at her face. But as soon as he sat down he closed his eyes and sleep took him.

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"How long will it take..." Jax wondered softly to himself, looking out across the broken men that held to life with every last bit of strengtht hat slowly corsed throught here viens.

Sorrow fell over him, depresion setting in. The sights, the sounds, and the actions of battle wearing his soul thin.

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Tindomerel shifted again, still sleeping. She woke suddenly, her chills starting up again, as violent as before. Her eyes remained closed, but she was awake. Her fever spiked for a moment, but then calmed. Her breathing was only a bit laborous.

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Rhayader slowly opened his eyes at the small disturbance. He groaned and sat up looking at Tindomerel.
"Hullo!"

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Jax shook off the feeling, tried to at least. Moving over to look in the direction where there aid would be comming from, longing to see the men riding in the distance.

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Tindomerel opened her eyes at the sound of Rhayader's voice. She smiled at him, still laying down. "Hiya," she said, "How are you?"
Her chills continued, not as violent as a moment before. The weak smile still remained on her face, lop-sided.

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Meanwhile close to the Druadan forest in Anorien...

The Gondorian host led by Aemornion and his men had already reached the Northern parts and they could see from the East men ride swiftly from Cair Andros. As he beheld the sight, Aemornion slowed down the host to a trott so that the two oncoming battalions may join in.

The morning was high and the sun shined with all its strength. A few debris of clouds swept above the tips of the White Mountains to their left but eventually turned to mist and got broken asunder by the North wind. A strong man but of shorter statue then the Aemornion led the two battalions towards the party. A smile played on his face while his grey eyes watched with slight pride but also consern at Aemornion.
"Its good to see you again my brother" said the leader of the company. "But i wish that these had been better times for meetings like this."
"Aye, welcome Othar. So is the wish from all of us" replied Aemornion to the stout man "But come now, we can talk while we ride! We need haste and its a two day gallop to Edoras. From there we will learn where we are needed" after that he turned his glance towards the West and let out a sigh "Let us just pray we wont come too late. It would be a bitter loss" he murmured out the words slightly to himself but enough audiable for those around him to hear.
"Then lets bring the thunder of swords and spears from Gondor to the enemy of the fair Horseland. They shall regret they set foot on this soil" said Othar
"Aye, so be it!" said Aemornion and turned over his shoulder "We ride swift! The plains are capable of high speeds, do not falter! Ride now!" With those words he bolted off upon his horse swiftly followed by Othar, Dagonet and a few other commanders by his side. Again the heavy thunder of the hoofs broke out and swiftly the host set forth upon the green and endless grassland with all the speed they could muster.

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