Arinae turned at the voice, startled at first as she had been preoccupied with her thoughts. She nodded slightly in response, silent for a moment. "If all is ready then we may move on. No need to delay any longer." She murmured as she tightened the green-grey cloak about her shoulders.

The few Rohirrim that would go with them were ready, waiting on the more westward end of the camp, their attire that of scouts, though they were greater skilled in bow, spear, and blade.

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Jax opened his eyes, not able to sleep. Looking outside he noticed the men gathering.

"What would you like me to do, stay or go?" Jax asked Arinae.

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Arinae looked at Jax for a moment, with a slightly concerned gaze. "Are you sure you're well enough for it, my friend? That was a pretty harsh blow to your head." She glanced towards Helms Deep, then towards the sky of the deepening night.

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"It's not my choice." Jax replied.

"Whatever it is that you order that I will do."

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Aemornion nodded to her answer and turned his head towards the tent where two men stood. He let out a slight, almost bird-like whistle. The two men clad in dark clothes both hooded and masked looked at him and strode towards the group. The black boots barely made any sound.

"All set" said Dagonet in a low voice to Aemornion while strapping the blade to his side

Aemornion nodded "Good. Ingold?

The younger man with stone grey eyes but of wide statue nodded alike "Aye captain"

Aemornion looked at Arinae while pulling up the black scarf over his lower face and tossing the hood over his head so only his dark eyes would show "Let us pay a visit and see what we will find out"

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Arinae gave a nod to Aemornion, then turned again to face Jax. "If you are sure you are up to the challenge, you may accompany us, though stealth is our goal now.... " She gave a slight smile then without further word, turned and made her way outside the camp, her step silently and motions smooth. With a slight lift of her hand, she signaled the few men awaiting, and sent one to return. "Since Jax shall be coming with us, we will not be needing all three," she explained quietly then pulled the hood of the elven cloak well over to shadow her face, her hair tied back and now concealed.

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Tindomerel stirred slightly in her sleep, hearing voices, but ignoring them. Nimloth snorted in her sleep, making a sort of whistling noise through her nose. The white wolf had nuzzled closely to Tindomerel, the elf still huggin the wolf.
The elf yawned in her sleep, rolling over, facing Rhayader and Corus. She wrinkled her face up, still asleep. "Yuck," she stated, "Nimloth, that's just gross..."
Tindomerel shifted again, falling back into a relaxed sleep.

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Corus slightly smiled.

"Well I will hold you to your words Rhayader for a friend might need help someday, if we ever happen to meet again... but in anycase.. I am going to see what is going on out there... the nurses should look after you for a while.."

Corus got up and exited the tent, he looked around and saw Arinae speaking to Aemornion. Corus hmped, but still walked to them and then looked at them. They wouldn`t be dressed like that unless they were going on a patrol in the night.

"If I assume correctly that you are going somewhere on a patrol then let me go for I have more than enough experience..."

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Aemornion glanced at Corus as he came out of the tent slighty quizicly then back at Arinae "We must not take anymore men if we wish to avoid being seen, but the decision is yours since your the leader of the party milady" he spoke in a low and friendly voice then cast his glance back at Corus
"And you should not underestimate our experience in these things alike" a slight shimmer of a friendly smile could be seen in his eyes since his face was masked

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Arinae regarded Corus with a bitter glance for a moment, struggling to hold her composure. She would not look forward to it if he were to come, fearing he may say more than needed and set off her temper once again. Her glance strayed to the Gondorian captain, nodding her agreement, then turned to answer Corus, her impatience to move on getting the better of her.

"Indeed, I am sure we carry enough skill to accomplish the task," she murmured before continuing in a more firm tone of voice, "I'm afraid one more may be a little too many, Corus, but you are not under my command, so I can neither deny nor accept... Even though I plead against it, the choice is up to you... as it has been when you've come and gone... but if you interupt in any foul way I will not hesitate to have you restrained... or if need be, worse... " her voice dropped again to a low murmur as she turned and walked off.

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"Surely I have come and gone, but has my help not been of any value to you? And besides I managed to remain quite unseen during those days of my search and even got out as I had been imprisoned for a while..."

Corus said with a slight smile.

"Yet.... if you are afraid of being exposed then I will stay here... but that`s up to you then.."

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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 looked over to the man, he saw in him much of what he had in himself. A past life, now only wanting to, by some iposible task, redeam himself from past actions.

"If you wish to go I will stay, you may take my place amoung them. I am sure youhave more expirence in the matter anyway." Jax offered Corus.

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Tindomerel shifted again, annoying Nimloth so much that the she-wolf jumped of the bed and onto the ground, curling back up into a ball of white fur and falling asleep again.
The elf curled up in a ball, hugging her knees tightly, even in her sleep. She yawned. She had a small smirk on her face. The smirk disappeared with the start of a new nightmare.

Tindomerel was alone in a field. She didn't know where she was.
"Hello?"
No answer.
"HELLO?????????!!!!!!!!!"
Silence was the only thing that answered her call.

Back in the waking world, she started shifted around, a bit violently, turning from side to side...

"Tindomerel!"
She turned and saw two pathes leading up a hill. One, lead to Rhayader, Lebethron and Nimloth and the other lead to Lord Elrond and his two sons. She looked between the two groups, deeply confused.
"You can't go both ways, Tindomerel," said Elrond, looking at his daughter.
"Come on, Tin," said Elladan and Elrohir, both grinning ear-to-ear, "Follow us."
She started to take a step toward her family to go with her brothers, her friends.

Tindomerel, in the waking world, was still shifting. Nimloth was sleeping so soundly that the she-wolf didn't notice. The healer's didn't even realize what was going on. She didn't look like she was havin a nightmare, just that she was shifting in her sleep. Nothing more...

"Tindomerel."
The elf turned to Rhayader. It was been a soft murmur, yet she had heard it. The look in his eyes was pained. Her heart was so confused. She looked between the two groups.

The trashing had started. tindomerel was in a panic, both in her dreams and in the waking world.

"What do you want me to do????!!!!!"

She had called out in both the waking world and her dream.

Tindomerel was yelling at both of the group, shaking fitfully. Her brothers came down the hill. "Just give a hug good-bye then," said Elladan, reaching out his hand.
The elf thought it was harmless, so she reached out and touched Elladan's hand. Suddenly, she heard the clashing of swords. She turned to find Rhayader, Nimloth and Lebethron surrounded by orcs, far too many to fight on their own.
"Rhayader!"
She tried to run toward them, but Elladan and Elrohir held her there. "You'll forget about him," said Elrohir, "Let's go to the ships. Valinor is calling you."
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

Tindomerel thrashed more, her breathing heavy. Suddenly, she fell off the bed, hitting the ground. Nimloth jumped, having nearly been crushed by the elf. Tindomerel woke, sitting up with a jolt.
"It...it was just...just a dream..." she muttered, forgetting there were people around her, trying to calm herself.

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Rhayader was about to doze back off into a sleep again when he heard the screams. He tilted his head to try and see but just couldn't make anything but his pillow out.
"Tindomerel?"

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It took a minute for Tindomerel to collect herself, so her didn't answer Rhayader straight away. It took her a moment for her to realize that he had even spoken.
"Yes?" she asked, standing up, not quite about to walk right, still shivering as she sat down by his side.
Nimloth was still sitting on the ground, blinking at tindomerel, having no idea what had just happened.

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(*twitch* I do have one statement to make...... o.O Pillow? .... I like Corus' realism better... a "mat" for the wounded.... I doubt they would've had enough pillows for them all.... I just found that kind of humorous Mewehehehe.... well.... I'm finding a lot humorous today o.o Er.... strange.... stressed out yet finding things humorous.... anyway I'm rambling >< Must be my headache... )

Arinae paused and thought for a moment, then waved away one of the Rohirrim men. "You may come, Corus.... and Jax as well... but the night is moving on quickly, so let us make haste..." Her tone seemed irritated, but she was calm and collected, even though her expression was hidden beneath the shadow of the elven-made cloak.

Finally, after struggling to keep hold of her patience, Arinae turned and walked onwards towards the keep, her step taking her in a more Eastward direction at first, so as not to approach straight on.

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