"If you could do that..." Miriel smiled grateful at the Elf. "The person we need is Aragorn.. he seems to be a born healer."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(wahhh! what am i supposed to do?)

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[Well, there is supposed to be someone bringing food...^^]

"Then come, let me see that.." the elf smiled, gently lifting her foot "I will not be bettered by any mortal..."
Silently she inspected her foot, rotating it gently and watching for signs of pain.

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As Rhavaniel touched her foot lightly, Miriel's face sometimes twinged by pain. She felt tired yet alert for any sign of footsteps passing the door. "I- I shall try to walk on it.." she said uneasy.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Ilythiiri, who still stood by the door, looked doubtful. "I don't know if that's a good idea," she said, coming to see. "It might hurt more than it helps."

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Miriel sadly shook her head. "No, I have to walk. I need to walk for tommorow. I have to work" She bit on her lip, grabbed the shoulder of Ilythiiri and slowly tried to stand on both of her feet. Slowly putting more weight on her aching ankle while her face had become even more pale.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Ilythiiri stood still, looking anxiously up at Miriel. "I think you should sit down," she said, worried. "You're very white."

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"Sit down,"the elf murmered gently pulling her back onto the soft matres [sp] "They cannot force you to work."
Already she seemed to be half healed of her wound, her eyes focused, the images sharp before her eyes.

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Ilythiiri looked disbelieving. "Really. From what I've seen, I think they could do whatever they wanted," she said bitterly, and sat down as well.

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"They can.. trust me.." the girl said with grin as her hand shot to her back and she shivered.
From her eyecorners she looked at Rhavaniel. "Are you alright too, my friend?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"Then they would be crossing blades with me. You reap what you sow-you know of this, no?"

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Miriel smiled of her stuborness and confidence. "I think I'm different than you. They've done things to me... I should have stood for myself." she looked at the ground.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Ilythiiri looked restless. She stood up and again tried the doorknob, pacing unhappily like a caged animal. "Is there nothing we can do now?" she said, seemingly unable to keep still. "Oh, how I wish..." she trailed off, not finishing, but she knew they all wished the same.

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"We should rest untill the food comes, and then rest through the night. I will watch over you little ones, you need not dream of this place in your sleep."Rhavaniel smiled, leaning back against the wall.

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Ilythiiri sat with a sigh. "I suppose not." She leaned her head on her hand, her elbow propped up on the bed's low headboard. She looked tired and almost younger than she was, her violet eyes cast down.

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"What do you mean supposed?" Rhan laughed, not having lost the childish nature that was in every elf.

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