Corus then walked out of the tent, without no one noticing him he took supplies meant for the soldiers and paked his horses sattle bag full with everything he would need in the wilderness. He had found his horse near the camp standing around, Corus then grinned as he jumped onto the horse back and began slowly riding trough the camp. He stopped at Arinae and Aemornion, he smiled slightly as he looked at them.

"I believe my work is done, it was a pleasure serving you or... I never actually served you. Let`s just say that it was my pleasure to help, but as I have helped you I have realised something and for that I envy all of these men here. They have a purpose and a homeland, I have been forbidden from that..."

Corus the looked at the gondorian.

"I hope you serve our country better than I ever did..."

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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!

Rhayader lifted up a weak, bloody hand to Tindomerel's face and soflty caressed her cheek.
"Don't try... It's too .... too late for me... "
He stroked her face soflty.
"I've lost too much blood..."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Just as he was about to straighten up himself he suddenly got pulled towards the side. Fear struck him that foul men came to rescue the captive. Aemornion's sudden urge was to follow the pull and using his own force slam his fist into the attacker's face since there was no time for the sword to be unsheathed. But just in time as he prepared the fist for the blow he witnessed the known face of the Rohirrim female.

He let out a heavy sigh while dropping his hand down to his side. His gaze followed to the ground alike for he knew he did something he shouldnt have.

Finnaly he managed to speak while holding hiz gaze down "Forgive me milady" he murmured "But we thought that someone from the wild men sneaked upon this place. I had no idea that one of them is your second in command. But no matter how strange and puzzled this friendship between you and him might come to me, take my deepest apologies from me and my comrade, we didnt wish any harm" with that he inclined his head low.

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

Arinae's jaw clenched slightly as she prepared for the instinctive reaction of the Captain, but when it didn't come, she released him and stepped back.

"Mention it not..." she murmured through slightly gritted teeth, realizing she had unleashed her anger unjustly. "You could not have known, and I cannot expect you to have known... Now it is I who must apologize, for my hard words upon you, for if not for you and your men, we would have been lost."

With these words she bowed low and introduced herself in proper manner. "I am Arinae Renlith, chosen leader of the Rohirrim. It is an honor, milord, to find myself in your presence, and I and my men shall be ever thankful for your aid..."

The formal greeting was interupted by a familiar rider upon a horse and it was with a respectful nod that Arinae bid Corus farewell. "You have a home among my kin, Corus, for you have assisted us in many ways. If it weren't for you, I would not stand here… just remember, that not all your life is ruined by the actions of your past, and it is in the eyes of another that you recieve true redemption..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"Thank you for your kind words, but I am afraid I am not a rohirrim, not citizen or a man of Rohan nor Gondor in any matter anymore. Yet I am going to find a reason to stay in one place for the rest of my life..."

Corus said and threw his hood over his head beginning to slowly ride away.

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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!

"Nay, milady" Aemornion shook his head "even if we came to your aid, for that is our duty, we dont have the right to mistreat your men. You got nothing to apologize." he inclined his head again. "Maethor Aemornion, son of Berenion, captain of the 1st chief battalion of Minas Tirith and the White tower at your service and the service of your men" he proclaimed his title in return then glanced towards the newcomer.

Aemornion looked up at Corus with a firm but friendly gaze. His voice slightly loud "All have a purpose in life...Corus" he spoke the new name with interest "I would beg you to stay a moment for i wish to hear more about your path in life. People can redeem themselfs no matter how hard it may seem. I do not say you will be welcomed with cheer in the city, but I would be certainly more glad to know for what reson im stepping forth from my rank." he gave a slight smile "And I pray to the Valar that the evil deeds are behind you and that you turn to a new and better life.... a life of good."

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

Corus stopped and looked back.

"Well... my body needs rest and I believe I can share my story with you... so that others will know it and won`t end in my position..."

Corus jumped down and grinned slightly as his feet hit the ground since they were still hurt.

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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!

Arinae clasped her hands behind her back, her gaze dropped slightly, suddenly feeling unworthy of being in the presence of such a worthily high ranked individual as the one she now stood before.

It was then that she realized her youth and inexperiance. Such an unlikely leader, but faith had been placed upon her to fulfill the task, and so she stood proud, turning her gaze towards Corus to distract herself from her own thoughts.

"Then I would suggest we all seek some much desired rest and speak during such a time as well... many tales are more easily shared beside a fire when one can sit and rest their weary frame." Arinae offered, noting how night had already begun to set in and fires had begun to light the camp.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Aemornion agreed with the Rohhirim lady "Indeed. Many are weary such as myself and the lady here. It would lighten my heart and my body to be at peace for a short while and listen to the true tale"

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

Tindomerel had nodded to the healer as she left. She then turned back at Rhayader's voice.
"Don't you dare leave me," hissed Tindomerel, fighting back tears the tears welling up in her eyes, "I love you, Rhayader."
She reached up to his hand on her cheek and held it there. Her eyes started getting that glossy look to them. She continued to tend to his wounds, barely able to see through the welled up tears. Her whole body was shaking and she feared she would faint any second. She faught the tears, the shaking and the dizzy feeling.
"I'll be right here, if you need me," she whispered, softly, gazing at him, a small smile flickering at the corners of her lips, for him, "I'm not letting you go."
Her voice was shaking slightly. Nimloth whimpered loudly and Lebethron paced about outside, tugging at the rope that held him to the post.
Tindomerel rubbed an elven medicine into the wounds, tenderly. "This might hurt a bit," she said, softly.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Rhayader hissed slightly.
"I'm sorry... I should have listened to you..."
He let a tear fall from his eye.
"I don't think I'm ... strong enough... "
He coughed again, more blood escaping his mouth.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Tindomerel wiped away the blood from his mouth. "I think we've both learned our lesson," said the elf, continuing to smile for him, her heart still crying in sorrow to what he had said, "Don't be stubborn and listen to each other."
The elf wiped away his tear, softly kissing him again. "I know you're strong enough," she said, "Are you really thinking about leaving me here? All by myself? With no one to stop me from getting into trouble? I know you're strong enough."
The elf continued putting the elven medicine into the wounds. She then asked the boy to broil some of her own elven herbs in water. It took only a few minutes, Tindomerel staying at Rhayader's side. She then had the boy bring it over in a bowl. "Thank you," she told the boy, before he ran over to answer the call of another healer.
Tindomerel turned to Rhayader. "You're going to hate this," said the elf maiden, "And I must say, that it does taste horrible. But please try and drink it and not spit it out."
She remembered when her brother had said those very same words to her many, many years ago, when she had been wounded.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Rhayader smiled weakly and nodded. He opened his mouth and allowed her to pour the hot liquid into his mouth. At first his throat contorted at the taste and coughed some up but then began drinking it. After he drank it he looked up to Tindomerel.
"I feel tired... my eyelids are heavy..."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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"You should rest," whispered Tindomerel, softly, stroking his hair with one hand and holding his hand tightly with the other, "I'm not going anywhere. You sleep."
She kissed his cheek. Nimloth wimpered slightly, sniffing Rhayader's face.
"Nimloth," said Tindomerel, taking her hand away from stroking Rhayader's hair, to pushed she-wolf away, "Let him sleep."
Nimloth flopped down, loudly, at the elf's feet. Lebethron calmed down slightly, still tugging at the rope, annoyed by it greatly.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Corus looked at them.

"I am going to check on the Rhayaders condition..."

Corus walked to the tent and them where he had seen them before, but where would they leave until Rhayader would be able to get up or unless he would die. Corus took a bench and sat down looking at them.

"Is he going to survive?"

Corus asked from Tindomerel.

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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!

Rhayader surendered to his fatigue and quickly fell alseep. His wounds still spat blood now and again.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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