The moment Elanor and Faeron were back inside they embraced, and he kissed her head tenderly. "We made it, we're still alive" Faeron said with a smile.
"I'm so tired Faeron and I'm getting fatter you know." Elanor said to him, resting her forhead on his chest.
Faeron took Elanor's face between his hand so that he was looking in to her eyes and replied quietly, "Has it affected your performance in battle?" he paused a little but then carried on, not letting her reply. "No. And you are still beautiful, even with mud and orc blood all over your face!"
Elanor laughed and kissed him, "thank you." She whispered.

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"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

Nienna trudged slowly into her room.
She sat silently on her bed, and burried her head in her pillows.
"Just ask him.." she whispered. "Just ask him.."
Nienna lifted her head.
Tears streamed down her face.

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Ariadne smiled. "Okay." She said. She brought her weapon into a fighting stance. It would be a good match. Wind's sword was fast, while Ariadne's glaive was a bit slower, though she had an advantage of longer reach. "Ready when you are."

((Sorry I havn't been on for a while. My friend came round for a sleep over so I wasn't on.))

Strethin walked his horse into the stable. Blood was splattered all over her flank. Strethin himself was limping slightly. Nienna! He had lost sight of her in the fighting. He hoped she was alright. His horse nickered softly as he limped away. He jogged up the steps to her room, ignoring the long gash on his leg. He knocked on Nienna's door.
"Nienna." He called softly.

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Nienna quickly lifted her head.
"Strethin!" she uttered.
Quick as lightening, she bolted through her room and flung open the door.
"Strethin!!!" Nienna threw her arms around his neck.
As she pulled herself away, she took a long look at him.
"You look terrible! Are you hurt??" suddenly the pretty girl was panicking.
"Come, we must get you treated!" Nienna had a trace of elven blood, and as a result, she was a natural at medical stuff.
"Sit down. Let me take a look at your wounds." she whispered.

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(Adorable! You have your mother's romantic side; well you definitely didn't get it from your father...)

Faeron and Elanor washed in a basin of warm water before changing in to something more relaxing and somewhat cleaner! Elanor changed her top and began to take off one of her brown, knee length boots when she noticd the gash on her calf again, still slowly seeping with blood.
"Ow." She muttered as she removed her boot.
Faeron looked round and saw the wound, "Elanor!" He said to her, annoyed that she hadn't mentioned it before. He let her remove her trousers and put on a loose fitting, clean pair, before telling her to lie on the bed.
He brought over a fresh bowl of water and a piece of soft cloth and bathed the wound, carefully and gently. Elanor said nothing but winced in pain a couple of times. She stroked his hair as he eased her pain.

He finished and threw away the water before sitting on the bed next to her. "Next time tell me you're in pain?" He asked, leaning over her and kissing her gently. He noticed that her stomach was a little rounder than usual, "Are you pregnant Elanor?" He asked is a curious but not harsh way.
Elanor smiled and looked in to his eyes, should she tell him?
"No my love, I'm just eating too much." She replied eventually, stroking his face with the back of her hand.

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"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

"Ready!" Wind slashed with her sword, trying to get around the glaive.

(Aw, thanks Elen!! Romance is a great thing to have in RP's. I love you and faeron. Its so cute!! I guess im not gonna be able to RP here now until Rochil gets back! )

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(Blooming other daughter I like the Fearon and Elanor thing, not too OTT but not hardly there either...) *Looks away thoughtfully, trying to look sophisticaled*

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"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

Ariadne jumped awy from the sword, fiented, then lunged in with a low swipe of her blade.

Wind dodged away from the glaive and swung again, trying to get past Ariadne's guard.

Ariadne blocked the sword, then broke away. She swung over head, choping her glaive down to Wind's head.

Wind barely managed to block the glaive as it swung down. She stepped back and prepared to attack again. "You're good," she said. "I don't see that weapon very often. Where'd you learn?"

"I too recieved my weapon from my father." Ariadne replied. "He's a blacksmith, so he made it for me. I like pole arm because they give a shorter person an advantage; they have a longer reach" She swung again, hoping to catch her off gaurd.

[Nienna Undome sat still in her chair, waiting for Rochil to post ]

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Wind swung her sword down, blocking another blow. This wasn't working too well. She decided to press forward in a more direct attack.
She stepped back, then forward again, darting and swinging her sword to try and get around the glaive.