"Faster? Faster?!" Arinae's tone hightened slightly. "I would have made it here faster with Stardance alone, and with less trouble!" She stopped herself and mumbled her apologies. "I am sorry... " She let out a sigh and leaned against her horse. Seeing the blood Arinae mumbled quietly, "You certainly need rest... I wonder if Elonyn's dwelling is still intact.... " She lead the way towards a small building on the outskirts of the village, and to her relief, it was only slightly burnt. With Tin and Rhan's help, she assisted Rhayader into a chair. She herself leaned against the wall, no longer able to hide her weariness, and barely able to conceal her pain.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Rhayader slumped into the chair. He felt the weakest he had ever felt, and he had had worse injuries then this.
He sighed and his voice was coarse and raw.
"You need rest, more then me. You've been on your feet for a long time. Go get some sleep."
His eyes were half open, he was finding it difficult to move and speak.

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Arinae nodded slightly, "Yes, we all need rest I suppose..." she went to remove her cloak but thought better of it when she looked down at her crimson stained side of her grey tunic. She pulled the cloak back over herself and sat in another chair.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Rhayader smiled weakly and let his eyes close. He feel into a deep sleep and dreamt of the Goblins in the tunnels.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Tindomerel nodded. She was very tired. She looked down at herself. Her hunter green travel clothes were stained with goblin blood. Her hair had fallen from it's neat bun, to a lopsided mess. She pulled her hair from it's bun, not really finding a point to have it in a bun anymore.

Tindomerel sat down in a chair, Nimloth curling up at her feet. She looked at Rhayader with her amber eyes. "Stop talking," she said, looking at him in a firm way, "Or I'll have Nimloth bite you."
Tindomerel looked and saw that Rhayader was sleeping.
She pulled her midnight black cloak around her shoulders. She could take care of her own wound later.

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Sig ll Moi

Jax had followed the small group to the house, taking it upon himself to see that they were safe.
Thinking in some small minute way this would somehow make up for what he had done... But that would more than likely never be acomplished.

He sat outside watching, being sure that nothing went wrong.

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After around an hour sleeping Rhayader awoke with a start. He felt sweat dripping off him and wipped his forehead. He breathed heavily and sighed to himself.
He noticed people looking at him.
"Nothing... just a bad dream."
He looked fairly shocked. Rhayader slumped back down and sighed.

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Jax was still sitting outside, watching.

He had no idea why and even asked himself.. but couldn't come up with any goo dreason. The chances that they would come back wre like 10,00,000 to 1


But still he sat out near the front of the house.

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The light came from a small camp of orcs, there was no reason to fight them, but they had to be very brave to camp in the lands of the rohirrim, he looked at the camp quickly before deciding that the rohirrim might come there to drive the orcs off and they wouldn`t be hapy seeing him.

Corus looked back and began running away swiftly as the sound of horses galloping came closer.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Tindomerel had just been resting, sitting there with her amber eyes closed, pretending to sleep. She opened her eyes when Rhayader woke.
"That bad?" she asked, sitting up suddenly, looking at the ranger, her voice low and gentle.
Nimloth was still sleeping at her feet, not bothered by her movement.

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Sig ll Moi

Rhayader shook his head.
"No it just felt real. It wasn't scary it just felt like I fell and when i hit the ground I woke."
He leant forward and began coughing violently again. More blood escaped his mouth. He wiped it away and slumped back.
"I think that arrow may have done more then just cut me."
He felt himself getting hotter by the minuet.

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Tindomerel stood up, walking over to Rhayader's side. "You could be getting a fever," she said, feeling his forehead, gently, "I didn't get to see if the arrows were poisoned or not..."
As she moved her arm, she gripped her shoulder, fighting back the pain. "You forehead is warm," she mumbled.
She reached over and grabbed a clean cloth and dipped it in some cold water. Folding it gently, she gave it to him. "Put that on your forehead."

Tindomerel sat back down in her chair and looked at her wound for a moment. She realized it hadn't been bleeding as much as it should have.
She then realized what was wrong. The arrow head was stuck inside the wound. She swore firecely.

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Rhayader cooled his forehead then looked at Tindomerel with a raised brow.
"Something wrong? You havent had your wounds looked at."

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"I can take care of it myself," Tindomerel snapped at him, glaring, "My father taught me how to heal myself, using herbs and such..."
She started picking at the wound, trying to grab the arrow head with her fingers.
"The bloody arrow head is stuck in the wound," she explained.

Tindomerel grabbed her hunting knife her had in her boot. Putting it over the fire for a minute to get rid of the germs, she made a point not to look at the ranger. After she pulled the knife away and let it cool for a moment, she started picking at the wound with her knife, slowly working the arrow head out.

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Rhayader watch her pull the arrow head out with a slight look of amazment. He had done this many times but had never seen a woman do it.
"You and me are alike. We don't like accepting help."
He coughed and smiled.
"Even from each other."

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Tindomerel continued to work at the arrow head. "Father always did say I was a little too independant," she said, still working on it, her shoulder trobbing with pain, "I guess that's why he liked my sister better. And my brothers."
As she said the last few words, the arrow head popped out and fell to the ground, covered in her own blood. The wound started bleeding again, not having the arrow head blocking the wound.

"Got it," she said, holding the arrow head between her normally dainty looking fingers, "Well, at least my shoulder won't hurt as much."
She set the arrow head down and started cleaning her wound.

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Sig ll Moi