Tindomerel glared at him, not wanting to hear him, now. Her blood was starting to broil. She knew he was right. If he told them, her sword would be out in seconds, her rage couldn't be chained at time. "My temper was not a thing to foil with, Corus," she said, grimly, her eyes meeting his, "If you wish to get killed, go ahead and continue. But if you want to be able to walk out of this tent and not be dragged out in pieces, you will stop there."
She turned back to Rhayader, yawning slightly. She was tired, but she wasn't about to admit it.

_________________
The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

"You may threat me, but I myself am not completely defenseless and besides you would have to strike down a man who would only use words as his weapons... that isn`t really what I would expect from you..."

Corus said as he scrathed his neck

_________________

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!

"Believe me," said Tindomerel, continuing to glare at him, "I'm full of little surprises. And you're right, that wouldn't be like me. But I could let Nimloth bite you, she has been wanting too..."
She added the second part as an after thought, knowing Nimloth was still just outside. "Everyone thinks I'm just lke my sister," she grumbled, loudly, just to herself.

_________________
The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

After Aemornion informed a few of his men to prepare themselfs for the mission, he went to the tent where Othar still watched over Jax until he woke up. Aemornion realised in all the comotion that he didnt inform Othar that Jax was not hostile and he knew also that Othar wouldnt leave his post until relieved.

Aemornion peered into the tent and beheld Othar sitting on a crate with his legs outstretched infront of him while leaning against a wooden pillar with arms crossed on his chest. His head was nodding as he fought with the sleep. Suddenly Othar tipped to one side and would most likely fall but Aemornion jumped to his side and grabbed him swiftly by the arm and chest. "Easy there my brother...." he murmured feeling guilty for leaving him alone all this time

"Captain!" Othar looked at him while blinking away the wearyness "Forgive me for the sudden drowsyness, it wont happen again"

Aemornion shook his head "Nay Otharaninion,im the one thats coming with the apology" he said "In all my thoughts I misplaced you and where i had left you" he cast then a glance at Jax still knocked out "He is second in command to lady Arinae, we made a big mistake indeed. But come, what is done is done. We both shall apologize to the man when he wakes up. As for you, go get some proper rest. Dagonet, Ingold and myself are going to scout the Keep along with the Lady and her men. We shall not be long, but spread the word to the watchkeepers that they should not lit fires until we are back."

Othar nodded "I will see to it done right away. Be careful out there." he stood up slowly to his feet and outstretched himself

"I will. Now off you go." Aemornion cast a brief smile at him.

Both left the tent and each went his own way. The sun was failing to the west slowly.

_________________
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 managed a short time of rest, but it hadn't come easy and she found herself walking restlessly once again through the camp, until she heard strained voices and recognized the howl of the elf's wolf.

Stepping to the front of the tent in which the elf and ranger where, her gaze focused on Corus. "I think, sir, it would be best if you were to take your leave of Lady Tin.... you have agitated enough people for the day I am sure. Perhaps if you were to accept the sympathy and new chance that many have given you, and focus less on your past, you would have a more pleasent time of things."

Arinae's tone was calm, collected, the anger burning within her eyes alone as she held her stature tall, hands clasped behind her back and expression steeled. "You would not have to fear us labelling you and your deeds evil, for we merely would label those who tortured you the evil ones.... Now if you'll please.... leave the Lady Tin be, and allow others to rest peacefully..."

_________________


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

Tindomerel listened to what Arinae said. Nimloth came back in, growling at Corus, laying down between him and Tindomerel, keeping her eyes on him. Tindomerel smiled sweetly the she-wolf. "Good girl," she muttered, softly.
She had squeezed Rhayader's hand again, glad that he could rest so peacefully. "What's your next move?" asked the elf, curious to what Arinae was going to do next.

_________________
The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Aemornion clad himself in darker and less stiff but very enduring garments he brought along and strapped the two hunting knives behind his back while leaving the sword behind. He also took a light quiver of arrows and a short bow.

He was just strapping back the vambraces into place when he heard raised voices from the healing tents. With a furrowed brow he strode towards them but remained outside hearing the voices die down.

He let out a slight sigh and cast his gaze towards the Hornburg and the keep. Night was slowly falling and soon their actions must come swift and hidden.

_________________
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.

((Aemornion would know Tindomerel right? Just wondering...))

_________________
The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

[depends mostly. Aemornion knows the king, the queen and the prince very well... But since alot of the elves departed in the 4th age the only ones that remained were in Rivendell and Lothlorien. If we wish to keep this realistic, Arwen should be the only elf in the White City but that does not stop her kin from visiting her once or twice. Do as you wish, i leave the choice to you ]

_________________
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.

((Well, Tindomerel went with her sister because she didn't know where else to go. She wanted to help Elessar as much as she could, before going to Valinor. So I guess they would know each other, weather or not she lives in Minas Tirith...))

_________________
The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

Arinae glanced towards Corus, then looked at the elf, "That matter is up for discussion," she murmured a response, not wishing to go into details at that moment. Turning on her heels while clasping about her shoulders the elven cloak she had first came with, she nearly collided with Aemornion outside the tent.

"Seems the raised voices attracted more than just my own attention," she murmured, casting a not so pleased glance back towards where she had been speaking to Corus.

_________________


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

[Alright, then I will say I know her *smiles* but not as good as the mentioned three since a soldier may come hardly in contact with such a lady]

_________________
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.

((Yeah, but you forget that Tindomerel has no cares for ranks and such. She doesn't act much like an elf...Maybe because I put too much of the true me in her...))

Tindomerel nodded as Arinae left. She turned to Rhayader, half wishing he would wake and half wanting him to rest.

_________________
The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

[I know she dosent *chuckles* but im affriad Aemorn does care for he is mostly on the battlefield. But we can say we know eachother]

Aemornion catched Arinae just in time before she would hit into him. He let out a slight sigh as he glanced over her shoulder towards the tent.

"The best we must do now is to avoid conflict amongst ourselfs milady. Not while we have the enemy infront of us laughing into our face while we quarrel" glances towards the keep "After we have acomplished the task, then we will make the sortie among ourselfs" he murmured

_________________
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.

Slowly Jax opened his eyes, his head aching with pain from the blow.

he was laying on a bed in a tent, but he didn't recognize it.

_________________




Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

((Sure. But they can not like each other. If you want. That would be much more interesting... Yayyyyy!!!!!! Jax is back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

_________________
The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi