"Tomorrow" Arinae responded firmly. "My men are ready as well... they have rested as best they can and those who have not been wounded have strength yet for another battle."

"Preparations have already begun, and shall be finished shortly... I shall have the men catch rest as much as they can before light begins after the night..." she continued, her glance straying over to view the camp, and the men within the camp, many faces grim, others determined, and a few downcast.

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Jax herd the decision and satisfied with not saying a word walked off to get as much rest as he possibly could for the battle ahead of him.

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"So be it" Aemornion replied "But what about the diversion? I do not wish to attack through the main breach given to us and get slaughtered like rats that are expected to come." he sighed slightly and lowered his tone realising it was a bit too harsh in the first stead. He looked up at Arinae "I just wish that we spare as much of our lives in this fight as we can. We must work on a plan that will lower the imminent fatality rates."

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Tindomerel had sat down before, near the healers' tent. Her gaze fell on Helm's Deep, lost in a trance, watching silently in the shadows. She snapped out when she heard Arinae come and leave the tent. She was standing, talking with the Gondorian captain that the elf maiden found familiar...
"I could get their attention," said Tindomerel, before she knew what she was saying, stepping from the shadows, hugging her cloak around her, "I could ride out on Lebethron...I'm feeling better, really, Arinae..."
She stood taller, trying to hide the fact that she was still quite tired. She brushed back her short hair, tucking some behind each of her ears.

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Arinae nodded with a quiet sigh. "Perhaps we can feign an attack towards the postern, or at least towards the wall in that particular area" She rubbed at her forehead thoughtfully for a moment, fingers subconciously tracing the mark.

Arinae could barely believe her ears. Did the elf really have the nerve to be so rash as that? Her jaw clenched and her eyes closed while her back was still turned to Tin. Finally she put on a nuteral expression and turned to face the elf. "Lady Tin..." she paused, not even knowing why she even bothered to use the title 'lady' anymore. "I would appriciate it if you were to stay with Rhayader... you will not help his healing if you go into battle... it will only cause him worry."

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After prepairing what things he needed for tha battle Jax went to sleep on his singl blanket that he kept with him. Laying his head on the ground he slowly, but eventualy driffted of into a shalow sleep that was filled with the words of those who spoke around him from time to time.

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Aemornion nodded "Aye, but it must not come too suspicious. I will try to think over it and see will we be able to gain any advantage from it. For the time I will go and prepare for the onset tomorrow. If I will need any advice I will come to you milady, you also do not need to hasitate if you require assistance. Im at your service" with that he inclined his head respectfully and strode off.

"Milady" he bowed slightly to the lady he beheld for the first time here but he also found some distant resemblence to another face.

With a firm pace he went abroad to get the preperations for the battle ready

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"Very well," said Tindomerel, with a sigh, "Just offering an idea."
Tindomerel couldn't help rolling her amber eyes at the Gondorian captain. She hated being addressed as 'milady'. She had to stop herself from sticking her tongue out at him as he walked away.
"I'll be with Rhayader, then," said Tindomerel, nodding to Arinae, quickly walking into the tent, with a nod.

Tindomerel walked into the tent. She sat down by his side, smiling down at him, not sure if he was sleeping or awake. "Hello," she murmured, not sure if he would even here her, or not.

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Arinae nodded towards Aemornion her understand. "I shall not hesitate, Milord." She replied as she watched him walk away, before she turned to regard Tin with a raised brow.

"Offering an idea? Well if you could call it one.." she murmured to herself with half a snort as she turned at the same time Tin did, not quite in the mood to deal with the elf's incompetent, infuriating, and farcical behavior.

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Corus sheated his sword after he had gotten his answer, his advise was never appriciated after they had learned about his past and his perhaps brutal views of life, but those were just hard cold truths. Against the fort had been launched mighty attacks before, what suggested that these men could do the job? How could they know that orcs couldn`t defend the fort as well as humans, underestimation was usually what lead to defeat against orcs.

Corus, if anyone knew that after having more than enough experience about it all tough he doubted that these men didn`t have. Corus walked up to Arinae as he heard her plans and tsked.

"A feign attack? Surely don`t mean to use your very own men as baits? What if you fail and do you know what might happen to them then? They will feel betrayed by their own leader for ordering such an act, but they can of course scream for their country and die with bravery.... thats why I am going with that feign attack of yours, at least it will the easiest and quickest way to go... and If I don`t then I have helped you once more.."

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"The feign attack isn't decided upon yet," Arinae replied, Corus' words causing doubt to well within her. She furrowed her brows slightly, glance towards Corus, feeling as though she needed to defend her judgement. "I would not call them bait, for I suggested they focus on a less watched area, the least likely for the enemy to be able to retaliate, a blind spot for them, but it will draw their attention there."

"All precautions will be taken," she added, folding her arms as she turned to set her gaze upon Helm's Deep, feet set apart at a wider stance. "If you wish to go with the group, if, and I say if it is sent, I shall not stop you."

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Rhayader opened his eyes and looked to his left to see Tindomerel.
"Hello..."
He looked at her for a moment.
"Something wrong?"

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Corus couldn`t help smirking.

"You are still angry of what I said or well... what I did in the past?"

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"I do not hold anger to your past, for I know you regret it, and for that, one deserves to be forgiven, even for the most repulsive crimes." Arinae replied, casting her gaze over her shoulder toward him. "Nay, I find no anger towards your past, I merely hold anger towards the words you speak, of how we should not call evil by its title; evil."

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"I do not deny evil, but I do not blindly name it"

Corus said as he looked towards the walls.

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Tindmoerel shook her head, her ebony hair whipping in her face. "No," she said, with a heavy sigh, not sure even if there was something wrong, "How are you feeling? Any better?"
Nimloth snorted in her sleep, causing the elf to turn to the she-wolf for a moment, then turn back to Rhayader.
Tindomerel was still very worried about Rhayader and it showed in her expression, though she tried to hide it.

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