(Meh, tis alright, I'm just overly bored, since Jax walked away, and your talking with Tin, so Arinae's just pondering now I guess nothing big. And I can't start a battle because that would be way too much... or could I? << lol... hmmm... *thinks about it*)

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Tindomerel answered the healer. "I feel like I'm hanging upside down from a tree," she answered, groaning, "And my leg feels numb."
Nimloth got up and layed down between Rhayader and Tindomerel. The elf ran her fingers through Nimloth's fur. It was very calming. She rested her head on Nimloth's back, nuzzling into her white fur.
"I'm going to pull out the arrow," said the healer, "Try not to struggle."
Tindomerel nodded, gritting her teeth, ready to brace herself for the pain.

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(o_O ..... *twitch* *just watches* -_- And yes, my internet does go blah... Everytime someone runs the blasted microwave!!! >< Urghle. lol)

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Rhayader didn't wish to see Tindomerel in pain, so he turned to Arinae.
"How far till we reach Edoras? The orcs will surely be pulling a few suprises on us."

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Arinae thought a moment before answering as she cleaned her blade with a piece of cloth. "maybe a day or so, it depends on how the villagers hold out, but I'm confident that with a night's unbroken rest, we should make it not too long after the sun sets tomorrow..." She put the cloth away then sheathed her blade, glancing towards Tin as the healer snapped the arrow in the elf's leg and pushed it through. Arinae flinched then looked about howthat these orcs attacked us so close to Edoras... and the scouts brought word of a large gathering not much more than a day and night's walk from Edoras, just east of us, though they were mixed with dundelings and other such as well"

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Tindomerel nuzzled deep into Nimloth's fur. The healer had taken out the arrow, Tindomerel having screamed in pain, but the sound was muffled by her face in Nimloth's fur. A stray tear made it's way down her cheek. She had managed to hold herself as still as anyone possiblly could.

She sat up and saw the wound, covered in blood. The arrow had come out without a problem. She got a funny, light-headed feeling. She felt like she was going to be sick. Nimloth licked at her face, barely keeping her from going unconscious. The healer cleaned the wound and took some of herbs, wrapping it carefully.
Tindomerel swore loudly, again, at the pain.

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Rhayader looked at her sympathetically.
"Don't worry, pain is tempory."
He glanced back to Arinae.
"Do you think we should send a bigger scout force to get in the way of the orcs and the villagers? A kind of barrier so if they do attack we can provide some sort of defense."

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Tindomerel swore again, the healer having left. She swore over and over again, getting looks from the people around. She then started mumbling them, so only Rhayader, Arinae and Nimloth could hear. She sat up right, trying to ignore the screaming pain.
"I don't need your sympathy," snapped Tindomerel, glaring at Rhayader, "(insert swear word of your choice here), I don't need anyone's sympathy!"

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Arinae shook her head. "It might take from the main defence, and break us down into two easy to handle groups.... then if the orcs and men, with their larger force, cut down the first defence, we would be weaker because of it" she pondered quietly. "But I do not think they will attack in their full force, though the orcs are constantly reckless in their thirst for battle blood, I believe the men will be the wiser and hold back, sparing their strength... they know Edoras would retaliate in their full strength, and they will want to be prepared...."

Arinae raised a brow and smirked ever slightly at the elf's cursing, for rare was it to hear such foul langauge from the mouth of an elf.

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Rhayader looked back to Tindomerel and ignored her. She was acting irashnel now. He tunred back to Arinae.
"Well we need a way of protecting the villagers fully from attack. How about a diversion? Send some men on horse back to pretend to be scouts?"

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Tindomerel hated getting ignored. She pouted and lay her head down on Nimloth's fur, closed her eyes, listening as Arinae and Rhayader spoke. She thought Rhayader's idea wasn't as bad as it sounded.
"I could go," said Tindomerel, opening her eyes, "It would be easy to draw their attention away... I did it well enough today with no horse... Plus, the orcs are out to get me. I have been slowly cutting down their numbers for a while...I bet I might even have my very own group of orc assassins, lucky me."

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Rhayader looked at her and shook his head.
"Look at yourself, you are in hardly any condition to fight."

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"I could ride," said Tindomerel, "I don't need my leg to swing a sword and Lebethron is trained to respond to the slightest touch. And I use my left arm as my sword arm, not my right."
Tindomerel wanted to get into the action again. Her father once said to her that it seemed like she was only happy cutting off orc heads.

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"Lady Tin! Enough of this!" Arinae nearly shouted at the elf in frustration. "You and your stubborness isn't making this any easier for me you know!"

Arinae lowered her head in thought, her brows furrowed. "... Aye, just one more day.... if we could get through one more day.... " She rested her forehead in her palms, flinching slightly from the gash, but too lost in thought to care. "I already have a few scouts that way.... but if I send a swift rider ahead of us to Edoras, in sight but out of bow shot of the enemy, perhaps they will become nervous and draw back for the time being and prepare to be attacked from Edoras, but then when we arrive at Edoras, we keep them waiting, making them nervous, until they drop their guard, then we attack with reinforcements..."

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Tindomerel sighed, laying back down, and muttering a few swear words. She wanted to hack off more orc heads. "I could ride," she mumbled, softly, to herself, "Lebethron is as fast as any horse of Rohan. With no packs on him and Nimloth staying with the group, we could fly like the wind over the plains...and Arinae wouldn't have to deal with me..."

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"I'm not deaf, Lady Tin..." Arinae muttered. "It's not that I have to deal with you, it's that I have you on my conscience, and leaving will not help.... besides, if they see an elf riding, they might think you just decided to break away from the group and go ahead of us, but if they see a Rohirrim rider, they will think something more threatening to their position...."

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