There were now only about five left, which were easily killed. When the battle was done, Drake cleaned his sword, sheathed it. He checked to make sure his horse was okay, then mounted.
His blue eyes, wich were usually luaphing and relaxed, had become stuborn, and harsh in battle. Now the blue eyes were relaxed again, Drake's face was expressionless...

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Rienna reined in her horse, breathing hard. Her red hair had come loose of its braid and hung around her white face. She looked about to faint.

Aeldor knelt by the body of an orc, frowning. "These are from Isengard..." he murmured. "How strange, I thought it was deserted." His thoughts were interrupted as he looked up and quickly caught Rienna as she slid off her horse dizzily.

"Don't say it..." she murmured, leaning against him. "I know, I should be more careful..."

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"Isengard? But... I thought the ents, the hobbits, the wizard, the ranger, the elf, and the dwarf had cleared that place of evil... I don't get it..." Drake said, thinking out loud...

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"That's what I'm wondering," said Aeldor, supporting Rienna. He squinted at the horizon, where the sun was sinking. "For now, we should make camp - we can investigate further tomorrow."

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"These dead orcs need to be burned or burried... burning would be better. The diseases that these things can cause would be terrible."
Drake said, dismounting...

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Aeldor looked pained. "Right. I forgot. Well, we'll make camp, and then we can get a start on that. Shouldn't take too long."

Rienna made an effort to stand and swayed dizzily. Aeldor slung an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, Ri. We'll get camp set up and then we can do something about that slash."

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Drake untacked his horse, and rubbed him down. Then cleared a space to make a small fire. Next he started to pile the orcs about 20 yard from the fire he'd made...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Ithil helped Aeldor set up camp. She didn't say anything, but she, too, was wondering about waht Drake had said outloud......How could they be from Isenguard?? Something wasn't right here....

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

Eodern dismounted quickly, almost falling to the ground. He stumbled a moment, but regained his balance and sat down. He held bandages in his had, and with shaking fingers bound his arm. He had lost a lot of blood, enough to make him sick. He fought against it and drank the sweet liquid he had in his flask. It cooled his parched throat, and brought a bit of color to his face.

Meranwen got up from the ground and went back to her so called house. She was taller than most of the people in Edoras because she was an elf. She had long flowing bron hair and blue eyes. She dressed like a man though. After all she was on horseback most of the day. Today a group of riders went out to patrol the area but she did not go with.

She cooked herself some lunch and went to do some chores around the stables.

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Ithil noticed Eodern bandaging himself up. He seemed to have lost a lot of blood......She went over to him. "Do you.....want some help?" she asked quietly.

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

Aeldor was impatiently trying to help Rienna, and she was just as impatiently resisting. "Aeldor," she finally said, exasperated, "I can do it myself. I'm not little any more." She took the small wad of bandages from his hand and proceeded to expertly, if a little clumsily, bandage herself.
Aeldor looked slightly hurt, but he still said worriedly, "You're very white - you should stay here, at least for a while."
Rienna did smile at this. "Yes, I will. I promise."
Aeldor hurried off to see to the burning of the orc corpses and Rienna glanced at Eodern, but Ithil seemed to be helping him already so she glanced away, looking at Aeldor.

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Drake made a torch from his fire, and walked over to the pile of dead orcs. He threw the torch onto the pile, and soon the flame started burning the dead orcs.

He watched the flame. As it became higher and high and soon was almost ten feet high. Drake, then, went back to the fire he made and dug through his bag. All he brought to eat was a months supply of cheese and bread.

"I'm going hunting!" he called to the group, and dashed away, not bothing his horse...

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Eodern grinned at Ithil. "I'm fine, my lady" He answered. "I got myself into this mess, I should get myself out of it." He finished tying the bandage in a knot, as Drake shouted his will to hunt. "Have fun!" Eodern shouted. ""Don't talk to strangers!" Eodern chuckled as he stroaked Kiowa's head.

Ithil sighed, nodded, and sat down beside Eodern. She was worn-out.....

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

Rienna shifted position awkwardly, wincing as she did so. She glanced over at Aeldor, who was being very persnickety about the pile of orcs. She wondered why, suddenly.
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Aeldor knelt by a dead orc, his mouth a grim slash. They had to be from Isengard, there was no other option. He sat back on his heels, boots planted firmly on the ground, looking very worried indeed.

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