"Very good ... then my men would be clad as scouts," Arinae agreed firmly, relieved of not having to make the brunt of desicions for the time being, though she knew the safety of her kin still rested upon her for the most part.

She accepted the support as she stood then bowed respectfully after his offer to handle preparations. "Hannon le..." She paused, having in her weariness shifted to her knowledge of elven tongue, then corrected herself, "Thank you, Milord, but do not forget to find rest for yourself as well."

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Aemornion glanced at her with sudden interest as she spoke the elven words, a smile lurks on his face as he inclined his head

"Glassen, hiril nin" he replied in the same language but it sounded obscure for he was not skilled with it very well. "I will do as you bid after i have prepared everything. Until then, rest easy" he saluted respectfully, turned on his heel and strode off to fill his tasks and perhaps get some rest.

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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 saluted with respect the same then took her leave of the field to seek some much needed rest, her spirit weary as well as her frame, but hope still glimmered within them all, for now it did not seem impossible to vanquish this foe they now faced.

Though all seemed peaceful, the thin line of black smoke still rose from within the walls, and a foul smell occasionally wafted towards the Rohirrim and Gondorian camps.

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Corus saw the smoke and smirked.

"What are they trying? To make weapons? Quite hopeless..."

Corus said to himself and then looked around feeling eyes in his back, his burst had not been wanted and they all hated him for his words. They didn`t respect him and Arinae`s respect was obviously gone, but why did he say those things? Because he had to believe that he had not throw his life away because, if he had he could as well as just fall onto his own sword right there.

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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 stepped back the pain lessening each time. The wild man kept walking forwads the pain remaining constant.
"How?!"
The man smiled.
"You won't fight me, you'll just run!"
Rhayader continued walking backwards looking around hopelessly for a way out.

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

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Tindomerel still didn't know what to do. Her brain wasn't working straight. She knew she had to calm herself to help him, but she couldn't.
"Wake up," she said, shaking him, her voice cracking and tears pouring from her eyes, "Rhayader, please wake up!"
Nimloth was howling outside, loudly, protesting being throwing out of the tent when her mistress needed her. Lebethron was still tugging at the rope, in a panic. Both animals had a close connection to Tindomerel. Nimloth howled, sitting right in front of the tent.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Corus heard some uneasy shouts and walked to the medical tent, he looked at Rhayader raising an eyebrown and then looking at Tindomerel.

"What`s happening?"

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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!

At the sound of Corus' voice, Tindomerel had quickly wiped away her tears, before turning to him. "He's having a bad dream and I can't wake him."
She shook violently, not sure what to do. Her eyes were still glassy with tears, her cheeks slightly stained. She couldn't stop shaking, even though she wanted to. She squeezed Rhayader's hand.

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Sig ll Moi

Rhayader looked to his left and saw Tindomerel. She was crying and looked at him with eyes full of pain and sadness.
"Wake up Rhayader!"
Rhayader cried back to her desperatly.
"What do you mean?! I don't understand!"
The man walked even faster toward him and the pain increased.
"Wake up!"
Rhayader looked around desperately going backwards was doing no good. The only other way was forwards. He stopped and the wild man grinned.
"Given up?! Ha! I knew you would!"
Rhayader shook his head and ran forward towards him through imense pain.
"No!"
He lept into the man, who shattered into a thousand pieces like a glass statue. The world faded away like the pain he felt in his heart did. All that was left was him and his love.
"Thank you Rhayader. Now all you have to do is wake."
Rhayader smiled.
"I will."
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Rhayader stopped moving around his dreams became calmer and he slept peacefully as his body rested and healed.

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

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Corus sighed slightly in relief and sat down near Rhayader.

"You may rest Tindomerel unless you don`t feel you need someone to sit with you, I will stay here to watch... I think I have been a thorn in his flesh for sometime so in away I owe him... and I owe him for saving my life when we first met..."

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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!

Tindomerel turned back as Rhayader calmed. She sighed, happily, giving his hand a squeeze. "I knew you had it in you," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek, "You just had to find it in yourself."
She used her freeheand to wipe away the rest of her tears, smiling down at him. Outside, Nimloth had calmed, laying down outside the tent, right in the doorway. And Lebethron had stopped pacing, but was still in a battle with the rope.

Tindomerel then turned to Corus, shaking her head. "I'll be fine," she said, her jaw set in a very stubborn manner, "I'm not leaving him."
She then cocked her head slightly at Corus, curiously. "When did you two meet?"

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Sig ll Moi

"You wouldn`t want to know..."

Corus said quietly with shame in his voice as he remembered what had been doing at the time.

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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!

Tindomerel blinked her amber eyes slightly at Corus. "Why?" she asked, saying it so it sounded very annoying.
She had a great skill of annoying people, mostly her sister, though. She continued to squeeze Rhayader's hand, glancing at him every other second to make sure he was alright.

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Sig ll Moi

Corus brushed his hand over his bald hair as, if he would have pulled his hair back as he sighed, but then slightly smiled.

"I had taken one of your kin as a prisoner, I killed her bodyguards and of course I was noticed so I had to first detain some others until I made a run for it. We went from the eastern edges of Gondor trough Rohan until they caught up, of course it wasn`t pretty, but as the world has many so called lovng beings I was beaten, but not killed. All I wanted was trough Rohan safely including the river Isen, which is usually guarded by the rohirrim. I would have let her go probably... but I don`t know... Rhayader was one of my chasers.."

Corus said quietly looking up at her.

"Now you are going to call me a monster? A terrible being?"

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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!

"No," Tindomerel answered, plainly, "I'm not."
Inside, Tindomerel just wanted to draw her sword and let her temper go into a wild rage. But yet she pitied him and her pity had overcome her rage. And she was still worn out from the battle still, having only gotten a few moments rest.
She turned back to Rhayader, stroking his hair. She didn't turn back to Corus, and even if she did, she wouldn't have known what to say.

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Sig ll Moi

Corus hmped.

"You all judge me by my past, but that is your decision and you all would like nothing more than to kill me probably, if I told you every single detail of my kills and I remember those ugly well.."

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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!