(*grins sheepishly* Don't worry, I get like that sometimes too..... )

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Rhayader looked across at her and gasped.
"Hold on!"
He threw his sword and watched it spin through the air, hitting the orc in the chest. Rhayader sighed and looked at Tindomerel.
"Now go!"
He drew his dagger and looked around for his next orc. Many of them had been killed or had ran away. He walked over to her with a frown upon his face.
"Tindomerel you need to listen to me..."
The orc rose to his feet, the sword in his chest. Rhayader sighed as orc pulled the blade out from his chest.
"You orcs are so stubborn."
He quickly targeted the dagger at the orc's head bringing it down properly.

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(okay sorry... I forgot post someday and you went onwards so might I return now? )

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Jax helped in the fight as best he could, trying to spare his arm strain. He owuld need it more in the battle for Helms Deep.

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Tindomerel fell to the ground, breathless, as Rhayader killed to orc. She gripped her side. Her vision was hazey. She tried to stand, but she couldn't the strength too. She pulled her hand away, to look at the wound. Her hand was covered in her own blood. She tried again to stand, but fell down down. She moaned slightly. She looked around for Lebethron, so she could do as Rhayader asked, but the stallion was gone.

Tindomerel tried to whistle for him, but she didn't have enough breath in her. She saw Narmacil, laying at her side. Still gripping her wounded side with her right hand, she grabbed her sword, in case she needed to defend herself, even though most of the orcs were gone.

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Rhayader watched the remnants disapear and he turned to Tindomerel.
"Why are you still here? Get up and head back to the camp."

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Tindomerel glared at Rhayader, trying to stand again. "I'd like to but one, my horse has disappeared and two, I can't stand up!"
Her breathing became heavy again. She moaned in pain. She pulled her hand away to look at her wound again. She hissed in pain, seeing it was quite deep, covered over her old wound.

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Rhayader knelt down next to her and looked at the wound with wide concern over his face.
"But... how? I thought it was healed!"

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"Well, the orc tackled me off Lebethron and I dropped my sword," said Tindomerel, hissing in pain, "It happened in the struggle. I was busy trying to get my sword and I was distracted...It's over my old wound and it's much deeper than before..."
She grabbed Rhayader's arm with her left hand, dropping her sword, fighting back the pain, still holding the wound with the other.

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Rhayader took hold of her hand.
"Just squeeze me hand when it's too painful."
He looked around desperatley for anyone.
"Rider"
He called to nearby man.
"Fetch a horse and a healer quick!"

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Tindomerel squeezed Rhayader's hand tightly. She winced in pain, leaned against him, closing her eyes, fighting the pain as hard as she could. At the moment, she felt like screaming in pain and the only thing stopping her from doing so, was the fact that she was biting her tongue quite hard.
"Rhayader," she murmured, softly, squeezing his hand tightly, "Whistle for...Lebethron. He might come. I can't...don't have the...strength..."
Tindomerel leaned on his shoulder. She was having a bit of trouble breathing. "Don't worry," she said, knowing he would, "It's just...I lost a lot of...blood..."

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Rhayader nodded and whistled.
"Lebethron!"
He whistled again and the horse came trotting up to him.
"This might hurt..."
He slid his hands under the elf and sat her on the horse.
"Ride back to the camp, hurry!"

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(-_- Oiy.... do you ever let anyone else help or do you just continue? ... And yes, Cur, you may join I can't post right now, but please wait... Some of us have work to do!)

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~Cyclist in Training~

Tindomerel winced in pain as Rhayader lifted her on Lebethron. The stallion was about to gallop off at Rhayader's order, but Tindomerel grabbed the reins, pulling the black stallion to a halt.
"Aren't you coming with me?" she asked, leaning against Lebethron's neck, the hand with the reins gripping the black mane.

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Rhayader shook his head.
"Go, you'll go faster with only one."

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"But I want you with me," said Tindomerel, still leaning on Lebethron's neck, weakly.
She was having troubles breathing.

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