Aemornion got slightly disturbed hearing that the comotion and the yelling not stopping far among the walls of the Deep. He stood back up to his feet and went to change back into the infantry battle gear and armor he weared all the time before the visit to the Keep.

He kept his ears perked towards the sounds and cries that merely echoed throughout the deep but he could not read out the words for the camp was awake and many preperations went abroad for a new and perhaps the final battle.

But something strange he beheld in the tone that came to the camp. It was not of conflicts and fighting between the enemy itself, it was a cheer of bringing them together. Aemornion's heart sank a bit for the fear of the men that are still trapped in the Hornburg.

He walked out of the tent while still securing the armor plating on the chest and arms but his gaze was set towards Helm's Deep while he stood there alone.

[Aye, welcome Miremiel! Im certainly glad to have you with us in this play and i certainly look forward to the events you will conjur up for us. Glad to have you here!]

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(*applauds* An impressive start Mire! << You have me in suspense as to who the head evil guy is...)

Arinae heard also the commotion, and came to much the same conclusion at the sound of the tone. This indeed set a grim expression upon her face as she stood, pulling herself from her thoughts, and taking the elven cloak from her shoulders.

No armor did she have, save for the helmet baring upon it the streaming horse tail. The elves had taught her how to fight light and unhindered, though her head seemed to be a weak point in protection for her, and she learned this early on, realizing a helmet would be of much use to her.

Arinae rubbed her fingers over the fresh scar upon her forehead in memory of it before withdrawing her hand and reaching down to lift the helmet from the ground. She held it beneath her arm and glance around again for her steed, half expecting to see the ever-ready horse prancing impatiently, but no such sight greeted her eyes and she released a sigh.

Arinae walked about the camp, pausing ever so often to speak with one of the men, or just to watch armor being prepared and placed on both horse and rider. Finally she came upon the healers' tents and remembered she still needed to speak with Rhayader, and she was sure the elf had forgotten to inform her of the ranger's waking.

The guess was proven correct as she stepped within the confines of the tent, ducking slightly since her stature was not so short as the enterance itself. Arinae nodded firmly towards Rhayader as the healer finished with him and went off to tend another. Carefully she took a seat nearby and leaned forward, hands clasped in front of her as her eyes glanced the ranger over with slight worry.

"How do you feel, Rhayader? You gave us all quite a scare," she finally spoke with a half smile. "I hope they have given you good enough care. Their hands are full, I'm afraid..." she continued, her smile fading slightly but still remaining to be seen faintly.

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( *kills prevous post* )


Jax looked over to helms deep, the sounds of battle had seemed to stop. Not a good sign for them, but all the same there was nothing they could do.

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Rhayader smiled.
"Well they say I'm doing well enough. I understand that they are busy."
He coughed a little then looked back to Airnae.
"How is it outside? What's happening?"

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"Good," Arinae spoke with a smile, putting on a cheerful disposition, "We'll get you better by the end of the battle and have you among your kin celebrating. And indeed you shall also be honored for your valor, but next time you better listen to my orders," she added with a slight smirk.

Arinae furrowed her brow for a moment, unsure of how much she wanted to tell Rhayader at the moment concerning the situation outside. "We discovered a poorly hidden breach previously made by the enemy on the Deeping wall... it will give us a chance to have the advantage of getting in," she replied with an encouraging smile, but her thoughts strayed to the lives lost within those same walls, and the nature of the black smoke that had been seen. Never the less, she refused to allow these thoughts to display themselves upon her expression.

"Gondor has indeed brought excellent aid," Arinae added. "The captain is very reliable and intelligent in matters. He stirred some trouble amid the enemy lastnight by firing an orc arrow among a seperate clan, while one of his men did the same to the opposite clan with the opposite clan arrow. They've been brawling all night in there," she grinned slightly, deciding to tell Rhayader the lighter news instead. She dared not tell him there were men and innocent villagers still within Hornburg, for such news would undoubtedly give reason to be disheartened.

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Rhayader nodded and felt slightly ashamed.
"I'm sorry for not following you orders... I should have listened to you."
He sighed.
"Well when are you going to break in?"

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Arinae smiled slightly at his apology. "Just.... don't put yourself in that kind of risk again and I'll concider it apology accepted," she replied with a slight chuckle.

She took a deep breath, glancing towards the opening of the tent. "Under cover of dark perhaps... but we are beginning preparations now. If all goes well, we'll have Helm's Deep back in our hands in no time," she added with a somewhat forced smile.

"I should allow you rest, my friend. Do as the healers instruct, and that's an order." She smiled as she stood and bowed deeply, then turned to take her leave.

Once outside the tent, she released a long and emotionaly pained sigh, her features fading from the cheer she had held for Rhayader's sake, to an expression of stress and worry once more as her gaze beheld Helm's Deep.

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Aemornion looked back over his shoulder seeing Arinae come out of the healing tent. He noticed her experssion well and it saddened him slightly to see her that way.

"How is he doing?" he finnaly asked in a low and peaceful voice not wishing to burden her at once with the things that are ment to be discussed about.

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Rhayader nodded and watched her leave. He suddenly gave out a hiss of pain. His stomach began to shoot in pain. A healer came over and examined it as he tossed his head.
"Hmm I think you may have caught an infection from it being open so long."
She took a small flask potion and poured some into the wound. The pain soon died down, but Rhayader was clearly sweating and had warmed. The healed took another flask of water and told him to drink it.
"Try to sleep. The longer you sleep the quicker you heal."
Rhayader shook his head.
"How can I sleep now?"
The healer smiled.
"I would not worry my lord. Airnae will be alright."
She smiled and walked on to another bed.

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Arinae released a quiet sigh and folded her arms, looking out instead over the gap of Rohan. "He'll be alright.... he won't be participating in the coming battle, but all the better for him," she murmured in response, though she didn't bring her gaze to Aemornion.

"When would you say a good time to set our strike would be?" Arinae questioned, her mind focused on getting the task acomplished and bringing justice upon the enemy for their abhorrent actions. She finally brought herself to look upon the captain, as she steeled her expression to the best of her ability, though the sight of a faint line of smoke still drifting from the fortress did not help to hold her composure but she did none the less.

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It was then Aemornion who sighed out and turned his glance back towards the deep. He rubbed his forehead idly

"I thought that you made already that decision milady. But since we are on this together and the benifit of both of our kin is at stake we must make a decision together." he said with a low but friendly orientated voice. He paused then for a moment in thought then spoke out more firmly and determened hoping that his thoughts are set clear.

"The part of our enemy does not like the sun while the other is immune to it. Stealth in this battle will not help us for we must work out on a diversion so we can releave the pressure put on the breach until a good deal of our forces enters it." he spoke then glanced towards the skies and the sun that was high

"Tomorrow at this time or the day after would be adequate. It will be a long and hard battle but without the proper course set by us we have little chances to prevail." the last sentence came in a more lower tone and he hasitated to speak it aloud, but he had to give a clear statement alike.

"I also would like to hear your opinion milady." he added

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"Well you could do it in the night and try to come close as possible without being seen, then rush towards the keep, but that is totally up to you..."

Corus said as he cleaned his scimitar on a log.

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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!

Aemornion cast his gaze towards Corus noticing him once again after a longer while. Strange thoughts came to his mind as he beheld the man cleaning wis wapon idly. He watched him for a long moment then he spoke

"Night has rarely been an ally to the men. The foul stench of the enemy sees far better in the dark then some may think, but mostly depends on the origin of the enemy. I dont think we would pull out any advantage from it Corus"

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"Yet if we were to attack at dawn, during the hour of twilight, it would be to our advantage for then when we have come through, the sun will have risen," Arinae suggested, only glancing once towards Corus.

She had neither the time nor the want to speak with Corus for that moment. His previous words still stung deep and her glance still remained bitter towards him, though still she felt a small amount of pity.

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Aemornion nodded at her words in agreement

"Indeed we must use as much of the sun as we can be offered. I overlooked that thought" he spoke then glanced at Arinae "Tomorrow or the day after? My men are prepared and ready. The swifter we strike, the sooner will the keep be in your possesion."

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Jax stood silently a ways away listening to the two talk about stratagies. He had nothing to do besides wait. For him the sooner they moved out the better.

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