Enyalie made sure not to make eye contact with either Alassea or Lairiel, although she doubted the former would have seen her through her rage. It was obvious, the way she moved and the swiftness with which she wielded her blade. Even in their time fighting side by side, never had Enyalie seen Alassea fight so. But there was no time to dwell on that thought now.
As much as she wanted to slide down beside Lairiel, she knew that time was not on her side, and Alassea could not hold this battle forever--nor alone. So she quickly knocked her own guard backwards, and retrieved his sword to remove him. Moving past Lairiel, she did not dare look at Valandil, but made sure that there was no current threat. She disposed of another Easterling with a strike through his chest, also retrieving her own daggers from his body.
She took a quick count of the remaining Easterlings, and arched a brow incredulously.

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Lairiel moved to the left as an Easterling came crashing down beside them. She shoved the dead attacker aside, pulling the small dagger closer to her knees and glanced up at Enyalie. She looked surpried, but Lairiel turned her attention back to Valandil.

The wound in his stomach was pumping blood that was pooling around him on the floor. She leaned forward and glanced at her hand that was covered in his blood. Lairiel hesitantly sliced off the bloody cloth around his wound with the dagger. Glancing around for something, anything, she could press against his stomach, her eyes landed on the nearby Easterling.

She slashed off the Easterling's tunic and cut it into strips. Lairiel carefully pushed down against the gash in Valandil's stomach. Her hands trembled and she glanced up at his face, looking for any signs of life. He was deathly pale, but she didn't give up. She clung to the hope that he was still alive. He had to be. If he was dead.... Lairiel shook her head, shoving the thoughts from her mind, refusing to think of the negative.

Lairiel realized that she had eased up on his wound and pressed harder, reminding herself to focus on what she was doing. But it was so hard to do with the fighting going on around them...

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[ AHHH. Don't heal him jasmine, you'll ruin my whole plan! Lol.]


The number of Easterlings had surprisingly decreased at a faster rate than hoped for, but her main target remained unscathed in the back. Anan was waiting for Alassea to approach him, he knew that his act wouldn't have gotten by without a form of consequence. Enyalie had come by as an extreme help, and her doubts of letting her stay on board vanished as old memories of them fighting together in the past were resurrected.

Unfortunately, just as Alassea was glancing over at Enyalie fight, the blunt hilt of an Easterling sword plumeted into her stomache, knocking the wind from her. She fell back, and cringed, clutching her tightened abdomen with one hand, the other still clenched firmly around her blade. With no more thought than wringing a chicken's neck, she swiped the blade through his lower legs powerfully before he had time to thrust his sword into her.

Several seconds had passed, but it seemed like minutes, and one by one the Easterling's fell like feathers. Still, Anan remained in the in the back ..waiting.

[No worries, Ann. I wasn't going to.]

Lairiel froze as the cold edge of a sword was held to her throat. Her head was yanked back and she clenched her teeth. She gripped the dagger in her fist. She leaned back against the Easterling's leg, away from the blade, and turned around, slamming the dagger into the man's stomach. He fell backwards and she dodged the sword that came towards her face as he fell.

She stared at Alassea and Enyalie, watching them fight. They made a great team. She glanced around, making sure no enemies were around. For now she was safe. But just in case.... She retrieved the dagger and wiped it clean.

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Enyalie had somehow worked herself between a rock and a hard place. Actually it was between three Easterlings and a wall, but the same basic theory nonetheless. As one fell, it seemed that another would take his place. She was becoming somewhat tired, but there could not be that many more of them. There was fire burning in her eyes, a cold desire to slay every single one of them.
But still, Anan she kept with her sight, knowing that the end of his time would soon come, whether it was she or Alassea that would do so.
Valandil will not have died in vain, if he did indeed die. Which, to Enyalie's thinking, was likely. Silently she rebuked herself. Such negativity would certainly not help. And that also was the reason that her concertration broke, and her sword-arm was painfully cut in a brief moment of self-doubt. Wincing, she switched hands. She knew she was not nearly as well a swordsman with this arm, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

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Ooh, fun! Er..is it too late to join in? You may notice in my bio that Aedail is rather fond of the Inland Sea.. http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=5048

Anyway, I skipped through the five middle pages, but I think I get the gist of it. If I'm allowed, this'll be my first forum rp...however, I shall do my best.

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"Who are you?"
"I am the Sage-Child, bearer of wisdom past and hope for tomorrow.
Join me and see what was and must be.
Youth and age can conspire, if you just believe..."

I flew all the way from Texas to New England to spend two weeks with miss Nienor. 5 of those days were to survive on an uninhabited island. Booyah.

-That's a brilliant profile. I'm for it, but Ann is the leader of this one.-

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[ You can join, but I'd like you to read at least the first two pages if you haven't yet, please.]

(Okay, I've read it all...thank you...I'll be starting tomorrow, then..)

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"Who are you?"
"I am the Sage-Child, bearer of wisdom past and hope for tomorrow.
Join me and see what was and must be.
Youth and age can conspire, if you just believe..."

I flew all the way from Texas to New England to spend two weeks with miss Nienor. 5 of those days were to survive on an uninhabited island. Booyah.

After dislodging her dagger from the neck of the last enemy, Enyalie brushed loose strands of hair from her face, attempting at the same time to wipe away droplets of blood that were not hers. She bent down to pick up her sword, and wiped it across the man's cloak to be rid of the blood. Frowning, she examined the blade, and scowled at the scratch that now ran down the shining length. With a sigh, she decided that it was merely yet another battle scar for her weapons that she would never be able to remove, just another addition to the collection of memories that she may have rather forgotten. Which is exactly what the cut on her arm would be.

Looking up at the damage, she balanced slight surprise. It was not uncommon for Alassea to use odd tactics to bring down a foe, but never had she been so cruel as to let one slowly be burned alive. However, considering the Easterling, Enyalie might have done much worse. But, the window glass certainly may have brought his pain to a swifter end. Not that she cared.

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Lairiel turned her head sharply, hearing the screams of pain and the shattering of glass. Her eyes widened as they fixed on Anan who was now ablaze. He fell out the window and disappeared from sight. She shook her head, trying to clear the image from her mind and finding it hard to do so. She averted her gaze, her eyes locking with Alassea's. Apparently Alassea was unharmed. Good.

Her gaze was drawn to Enyalie. She saw the cut on her arm and froze. She felt rather hesitant at the thought of binding Enyalie's wounds. After all, they hadn't known each other very long...

Lairiel looked from Enyalie's face to Alassea. They both looked tired. She looked around at the dead Easterlings that were scattered across the floor. She looked down at Valandil and bit her lip. He couldn't be dead. But he is so cold and lifeless... Lairiel shut her eyes momentarily as the negative thoughts came. She tried to think of something else but found it hard to do so with Valandil's still body laying infront of her. It was as if his body was mocking her, reminding her of what she couldn't fix.

Just like she couldn't help her brother, Arthonnen, when he fell in the forests of Lothlorien, slain by Orcs.

Lairiel grimaced and shoved the painful memories away. She lifted her hand to rub the back of her neck and stopped, noticing the blood on her hands. Her hand fell back into her lap and she stared at Valandil' stomach wound that had finally stopped bleeding. She groaned softly, feeling defeated. Maybe Alassea or Enyalie could do something for him. She knew she couldn't. She had failed before, and it looked like she had failed again.

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Aedail sighed contentedly and tossed another bone into the fire. Today's hunt had been quite successful, despite how wary the kine had become...probably due to the Easterlings in the area. His thoughts were interrupted by the cracking of a twig. Spying a figure, he leapt from his seat and loosed an arrow. Almost before the dart had reached its target, he was up and running, sword in hand. Even as Aedail reached the person who was now recognizable as an Easterling scout, it was obvious he was dead. Sighing, Aedail returned to the fire and set to work. "So.." He murmered to himself, "The hunt is on.." Shouldering his pack, he set out at a lope, heading west.

(Pretty sad, I know...I'm working on polishing up my skills..)

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"Who are you?"
"I am the Sage-Child, bearer of wisdom past and hope for tomorrow.
Join me and see what was and must be.
Youth and age can conspire, if you just believe..."

I flew all the way from Texas to New England to spend two weeks with miss Nienor. 5 of those days were to survive on an uninhabited island. Booyah.

[ Hush, you. Your posts are fine, it's those annoying Easterlings you must look out for. ]

[color=black] Alassea remained starkly quiet, now picking up her discarded weapons, and sheathing them in their appropriate places. Her hair, which she kept down and unbothered with, was untucked from the inside of her cloak, slightly wild looking, but showing its beautiful length as it tumbled to the small of her back. Her face was pale, yet stained with blood and astonishingly..tears. Her features formed no forlone or weeping expression, instead they remained a blank slate. Weathered, perhaps, but blank.

What was she to do with Valandil? Of what was she to inform her father. Would he care? All questions were undoubtedly answered as the events unfurled as such...

Alassea stepped back over to where Enyalie and Lairiel stood, each looking equally in need of sleep or refreshment. However, when she looked at Enyalie she saw herself. Despite the fact that her companion had only just met her brother, she seemed just as effected, if in a different way.

Her voice was cracked and dry, as if she had not spoken in days when she asked, " Lairiel..Do you think perhaps you could help her?" She indicated to Enyalie's arm, hoping she had not injured her pride when she asked this. Then it happened.

" My my. Someone's been busy."

Valandil's voice was small, but joyfully wry as ever, if that made sence. He was standing--leaning in fact, against the side of the empty fireplace, arms folded. The blood around his stomache was gone, the blood on the floor. Gone. His wound? Undone.

-Ha, Ann.Your lil [black font] thingy didn't work, you loser. But you're doing fine, Ol' Man.-

Enyalie had heard Alassea talking; of course, how couldn't she. But the words didn't click in her mind, so when she turned to glance at her captain, it was an uncomprehending look that must have gone unnnoticed. The same could not be said, however, when Valandil's voice broke through the cloud in her hazy mind.
Enyalie started, turning to stare at him, seemingly unhurt and quite a welcome sight for battle-sore eyes. When finally she realized that she was not imagining, she could not manage to stand, but lifted a hand to her face to brush away a silent tear.

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[Eomer! Hey. You're doing great. Keep it up.]

Lairiel's eyes moved to Enyalie's injured arm. She stepped forward to tend to the wound, but pivoted, hearing Valandil's voice. She blinked... It couldn't be. What happened? He stood, unharmed, in front of them smiling. She couldn't say anything.

Lairiel walked swiftly to a cabinet and pulled a bowl out. She poured water from a pitcher and walked back to Enyalie. She tugged a clean white cloth from her pocket and carefully moved Enyalie's ripped clothing back from the wound. She wet the cloth and pressed it to Enyalie's arm, washing the blood away. She pulled out another cloth and wrapped it tightly and carefully around Enyalie's arm.

She stepped back and rinsed her hands in the bowl. She dropped the wet and now bloodstained fabric back into the water and moved the bowl aside with her foot. Lairiel folded her arms across her chest, staring at Valandil with wonder and curiosity. How had he come back? And unharmed?

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