Rhayader smiled.
"I think your father was right. Then again I am not one to speak. I try to work alone. I spent a year in Ithelin by myself."
He smiled, feeling rather proud.
"But then again a year to you is nothing, is it? Being an elf."
He sighed and leaned his head back. He leaned forward again and looked at her.
"I heard the elves left, why didn't you go with them?"

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"A year does seem just a little sort. I'm guessing that it feels like about twenty years to you," answered Tindomerel, giving him a slight smile.
Then as soon as he asked the second question, her face fell back into a frown. She put some herbs on her wound and was wrapping it with a clean cloth.
"Oh," she said, not looking up at Rhayader, "That."

Tindomerel took a moment to decide weather or not she should tell him. She tied the cloth on her shoulder and flicked back her ebony hair, looking at him. "My father did everything he could to try and get me to go with him," she said, her mind wandering back, "But I wanted to stay. Even though we were never close, I wanted to help my sister and her husband, who is an old friend of mine."

Tindomerel grabbed her waterskin and poured some water into her hands. She rubbed her dirty face with it. She had not had a chance to get all the dirt and grime off her face since she had set off from Minas Tirith to head to Lorien, to see Caras Galadon one last time. Dirt had streaked across her pale face. Now that she had washed it off, she looked even more beautiful, more like her sister than ever.

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*waits*

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(@_@ holy cow! Now I know how Rhan feels! *begs Rhan for forgiveness* 'consideration' doesn't seem to exist in rpg's... oh well...)

Arinae had fallen asleep in the chair, and had been sleeping much longer than was normal for her. She barely moved, though sleeping in a wood chair is never comfortable. As Rhayader and the elf talked, she mumbled something in her sleep and groaned, but the slight noise went unoticed by the two deep in conversation.

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((sorry about that but we weren't that bad, were we?))

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((Yeah no real action happened did it?))

Rhayader smiled at both of them.
"I can imagine how it feels to loose family. I lost both parents in the war of the Ring."
He sighed and put a hand through his coarse hair.
"Well I hope we can stop these orcs."

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((Don't worry, we're not going off to kill orcs without you.))

The War of the Ring.That made memories flood back into tindomerel's head. She had faught in the war herself, much to the dismay of her father and grandmother.
"I'm sorry," she said, gently, looking at Rhayader with her soft amber eyes.

At the mention of the orcs, the elf remembered why she was here, and it wasn't just to have a pleasant little chat. She pulled her hair back with one hand and started to tie a piece of black leather around it, holding it back from her face.
"We'll do fine," said Tindomerel, smiling gleefully at the thought of hacking at those orcs.
She gripped her shoulder still, the pain trobbing. She seemed not to notice it when she was talking.

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Rhayader nodded.
"It's no worry to me now, they've been dead for a long time. I've learned to accept it."
He suddenly broke into another fit of coughing and felt hotter then before.
"I think that arrow may have had something on it..."

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"Well, I hope not," said Tindomerel, looking at Rhayader with a pair of worried eyes at his remark about the arrow, "Here, I'll wet the cloth again..."
She took the cloth from Rhayader and rolled up her sleeves. She wet the cloth making sure that the water was cold. She walked over to Rhayader after ringing it out a bit. She dabbed his forehead with it.

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Rhayader lay his back in the chair letting her cool his head.
"I just feel incredibly weak, could just be from the loss of blood."

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"If you feel that weak, then you shouldn't be talking," Tindomerel pointed out, looking at him sternly, "Just stay quiet..."
She continued to dab at him forehead with the cloth, gently. She could feel a bit of a fever coming on herself. She shook it off with a shake of her head.
First, she take care of Rhayader, then she'd lay down...
The elf had taken care of many people with fevers or wounds before. She knew what she was doing.

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Rhayader nodded. Too weak to argue or complain. He looked at her, a bit worried.
"I think you should have a rest yourself. I'll be fine, I'll sleep it off."
He took her hand and placed the cloth on his head. Rhayder waved her away to her own chair.
"I'll sleep now."

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Tindomerel let him have his way. "You are alot like me," she said, "Stubborn as a pig."
She started walking over to her chair. She legs were wobbling like crazy. Her head was spinning. She was very dizzy and she couldn't seem to see straight. Then, before she realized it, she fell down, onto the floor, into a faint.

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(<< *mumble mumble* I can't have my character do a blasted thing.... poor Jax is gonna be stuck with all of them... lol)

Arinae barely stirred, though she heard someone fall. She wanted to get up, and wanted to help, but her body refused to listen to her mind. She remained on the chair, legs tucked beneath her and one arm on the back of the chair, her head resting on her arm. Her other arm was held to her side.

Renya came to the small dwelling and saw the elf fallen on the floor. "Oh dear me, if I had known she was wounded as well, I would have insisted she be tended to immediately!" She failed to notice Arinae, but with the help of another healer, she carried Tin to a nearby cot. They rushed around a moment to heat water over the fire and prepair herbs. They then returned to the elf's side and began tending the poisoned wound.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Outside Jax had dosed off slightly when he herd the sounds of horses coming his way.

In an instant his eyes were open, his mind alert, and he found himself having to calm his radicle emotions as he pulled out his sword.

He ran ahead to look at who was comming, but he didn't recognize them. Only he could tell they were men of war.

He rushed in to the house, pushing the door open forcfully. "There are men on horses comming. Are you expecting anyone?" he asked, not wanting to sound to paranoid, but wanting to get the point across.

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Renya glanced up from her work on the elf and her undimmed blue eyes looked at Jax. "Yes, men of Rohan are expected, to offer their services to the leader who they were told they would find here..."

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~Cyclist in Training~