Rhayader shook his head.
"I am not sure, it's better to ask Jax..."
He turned around to see him and greeted him with a quick nod.
"Jax?"

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Jax looked over to Arinae. "I'm not sure really... I saw you colaps by Thren. I would guess from egsation, you have been giving yourself no time for rest." he answered the question.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get there faster."

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Arinae was silent for a moment, her gaze cast downward. "No, no need to be sorry," she murmured a response distractedly. "I'm the one who should be sorry... Thren... warned me before hand that this might happen... and suggested I be prepared in case... but I failed him" She turned her head aside to look towards the healers, who seemed to be preoccupied with other things. Standing to her feet, at first unsteadily, Arinae gathered her sword, arrows, bow, and cloak, all of which had been set aside, and brushed past the others to head outside the tent.

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With a weary step, Arinae came to a rock and sat down, facing towards Helm's deep and watching as the fallen were removed from the battle field. She dropped the weapons and cloak to the ground by her side, then brought her foot up on the rock, resting her forehead on her knees and holding her left arm around her leg. Quietly she murmured in Rohirric, her words filled with apologies, frustration, and regret. Arinae didn't move from this position for quite some time, nor did she lift her gaze or reveal her tear stained face.

You're no leader... something inside her insisted, you can't control emotions, you can't face the damages that are expected to happen during a battle, how do you expect to remain strong for your men? All that was in her argued with the insistant thoughts, but to no avail, as the words sank deeply.

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Jax walked out towards her. "I've been thinking... (amazing isn't it!!!) If every man polishes there shields and we wait for a sunny day I believe, if we reflect the light in a consentrated are we could start the gate on fire... or any other wooden object. I have seen it done before." Jax said from behind. (Arcametis (sp?) *grins* sorry...)

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Arinae shifted slightly, turning her head to glance blankly for a moment at Jax. Finally his words sank in and she thought a moment before responded, her voice somewhat slow and her tone rather dulled. "I s'pose... most of the shields... are decoratively painted.... but... we have polished pieces of metal... for signals..."

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"I could clean the shields. We'll need alot." he said.

Jax was about to leave when he turned back. "Don't forget what you told me... there is always hope. Hope we will make it alive, and hope we will save the lives of those who will die if we don't make it here. You gave me hope... don't loose yours."

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Arinae looked at him for a moment, a silent spark in her eyes at the familiar words, words she never thought she herself would doubt. But she wasn't doubting hope, she never planned to doubt hope, she merely doubted herself...

"Yes... clean the shields.... if your plan works, it will be a great advantage to us," she murmured in response to his offer of the plan. Returning her gaze to the distance as she let out a quiet and empty sigh.

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"I doupted myself when I came to you... I doupted that I was worthy but you gave me anothr chance. Never give up! If there is one thing I hve got from you it's that there is always hope not only of rthe situation but th eindividual. I have seen how you look at yourself and the more negative you look the wors it gets.... trust me I know." Jax said befrore walking off to start his work.

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Arinae pondered his words for a moment as she watched him walk off, wanting to believe him but somehow finding it hard to do so. She could only hope that she would not make such a mistake again, for if she did, it would be harder still to trust herself as a leader...

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((It was the full moon here, not too long ago...:howls into the daylight:))

Tindomerel looked at Arinae, sadly. She knew that no one could ever understand what Arinae was going through. The mortal had been asked to do so much, but she was only one person. Her men expected her to make miracles...
She was about to follow Arinae from the tent, to see what she could do to help the girl, but a very strong dizzy spell over came her. She grabbed Rhayader's arm, holding onto it firmly. She shook her head, her forehead starting to burn again, her fever spiking again.

Tindomerel held onto Rhayader's arm, it was the only thing keeping her standing. One of the healers noticed her state. She came over, rather meakly. "Are you alright, milady?"
It took the elf a moment to answer, still holding onto Rhayader's arm. "Yes," she said, smiling slightly at the healer, "Yes, I'm fine."
The healer walked away, after giving Tindomerel a quick bow. The elf hoped that Rhayader hadn't noticed, even though she still gripped his arm tightly.

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Jax got to work quickly cleaning the shields to make them shineable. With a few other of the men helping him they then polished all the shields for houres to make them as shiny and untinted as possible. The process was long and hard but Jax hopped htat in the end it would be worth the trouble he went through. At the very least they could shine the light int eh eyes of the advancing enemy.

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Rhayader raised a brow to Tindomerel.
"You should learn to stop lying."

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Tindomerel muttered a few very well-choosen swear words at Rhayader. "I'm fine," she said, "And elves don't lie."
Well, some don't...
She tried the let go of his arm, to prove him wrong. She then wobbled a bit, grabbing onto it again. "Okay, I'm not at my best," said Tindomerel, truthfully.
She started feeling dizzy again. Her forehead was continuing to burn like fire.

((I had like 5 minutes and I'll be gone for an hour...))

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Rhayader sighed and helped her to a bed in the healer's tent.
"Now lay down and rest up. I can easily tell you're ill. You need plently of rest and to allow the healers to do their job."

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Tindomerel muttered more swear words, switching from elvish to rohhirric, to common tongue. She glared at Rhayader, trying to stand up again. "I'm fine, really," said the elf.
I am such a liar...
She fell back onto the bed, weakly. "Fine," she muttered, laying down, arms corssed, "You win."

((Got to go. Be back in an hour...))

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Rhayader crossed his arms and smiled.
"Good. Now rest up, I need to speak with Airnae."
He gave her a quick kiss then walked out looking for her. He found her in deep thought. He quietly sat next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Airnae? How are you faring?"

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