Nienna looks around at allt he people and suddenly feels crowded.

she turns to the man who helped her.

"Please,you must excuse me for a few moments."

she walks away form the noise and people until all is quiet. she leans against a tree and exhales slowly,closing her eyes and letting the raqin soak her.

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Nienna let herself relax, taking in the feel of the rain, becoming part of it. She could hear the "splat" of the drops on the leaves; the "plop" of water striking the forest floor; the muffled voices of the others by the fire...

...and softly, against the rhythm of the rain, the steady, stealthy thumping of a horse's hooves, approaching her.

Nienna thought of one thing: she had been found. Ruthin, or one of his henchmen, surely. Fear rose to clutch at her throat as she listened, straining her ears for the sounds of the horse. Closer, it seemed, the sounds of the rain masking any chance of guessing distance. Cautiously, she peered around the tree, and saw nothing. She dared a look around, and stepped out from behind the trunk.

There, lit by the faint flickering of the nearby fire, was the silhouette of a horse, and a cloaked rider just reining his mount. The hooded head turned this way and that, plainly searching for something. Nienna's dread rose further, as she watched the dark rider dismount. She plainly saw some details in the gloom. The horse was dark, and carried large bags on his harness, and a bow was secured to the saddle. Nienna then saw the gash on the horse's flank and, to her wonder, heard the horse give a "whuff" and heard a whisper from the rider.

"What do you see, Morindal, my friend? Shall we look to that fire? Stay here, I shall watch for a moment, before we decide."

Nienna's eyes widen. Halrohir! but how could it be? he was miles away from Rivendell the last time she heard from him. he had been helping Mithrandir once again on one of those things that involved Rangers.

she slipped her cloak up over her face to hide it then walked silently back to the fire, her eyes wide with anticipation and almost fear. would Halrohir still remember her and accept her? or would he not know her?

she reached the little circle of people and stood a little bit out of the way, waiting.

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Rapheal stood up, and pulled his hood over his face again, jumping into the tree yet agian, feeling a bit over crowded himself, he was going to keep to his word and protect the one that he had helped before, he watched over the grounds they were on, hearing a few russles in the leaves of the tree's around them, a hand on the hilt of his sword, as his fangs grew just alittle in antisipation.

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"let me tell you something about your beloved dark father, he's the one that killed you family, not the lycans, he could never abide by his own rules, he said he could never stand the taste of livestock, so every few days he would go and gorge himself in human blood" ~Kraven

Nienna watched Halrohir as he came to the fire ot warm his hands, he did not remove his hood; which plainly disappointed her, it had been so logn since she had seen his face.

She too,slowly walked up to the fire to warm herself; and she could feel someone watching her. seh knew it was the man who had helped her before, so she was not too alarmed.

She stood right across the fire from Halrohir, and watched him. he was wary, she noticed, of all the people that were standing about.

Then she remembered Morindal and the gash she had seen.

She slowly walked over to Morindal and spoke soothing words to him. He recognized her,thankfully, and did not make any sound except small nicker.

She ran her hands over the wound, trying to feel how bad it was because it was useless to try and see it.

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Aeariel's eyes darted around the group. Nobody seemed to trust the person next to them, Aeariel included.

((okay something needs to happen, everyone's just standing in a cluster and not trusting the other people ))

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~art credit~

Nienna applied the healing necessary to Morindal's flank, then patted the horse's neck.

"Good boy,mellon nin." she whispered softly. she then looked back toward the fire, everyone looked unsure of the other person or distrusting.

she tightened her lips in firm decsision and marched up to the fire; though she refused to remove her hood.

"Hello,all. i think it is time for some entertainment!"

Then she starts to sing, the song was in elvish toungue; but was beautiful. she sang with all that she had held within her for the past few weeks and it sored up to the tree tops to where,it seemed, the wind joined in with her chorus.

It worked, everyone stopped muttering and moving about restlessly to listen.

she ended the song on a low note, it was a haunting melody; she even thought it oen herself.

she grinned,though noone saw it and bowed deply to the group when she recieved applause.

"I am sorry i do not have refreshements to offer you all; fo ri had to leave my home in a hurry. and now i must be on my way, for in my situation i cannot stay too long in one place."

she went to Eonwe and picked up the bridle when her conscience hit her. 'tell Halrohir about Morindal.'

it refused to stop nagging at her. she quietly approached him, unsure of what to do. what if he had found someone else? and why was she scared of him so suddenly?

she was now right behind him. she tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Hal-er, sir," she had barely caught herself, "but i had noticed that your horse had a wound, i wanted to tell you that i put some herbs on it and that it should be fine."

she stood there, hood hiding her face and holding her breath-wondering what his response would be.

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Halrohir had approached the fire circle cautiously, taking in every detail that could be told by firelight. Four elves, a strange fifth figure, huddled by the light and warmth; horses nearby; seemed a chance waymeeting, seeking shelter from the rain.

The fourth elf, the smallest one there, began singing in the Elven-tongue, and he felt his heart catch in his throat. That voice, that sound from a waking dream! He tested the air, slightly so as not to be noticed; there it was, the scent of flowers he remembered. It was her, it was Nienna, at last!

She was keeping her identity secret from the strangers, that was plain, but to reveal herself in her voice? Oh, secret friend of my heart, how trusting of you - and unwise, he thought. Unless, it is to declare herself to me?

Her song ended, and he joined in the applause. "I am sorry I do not have refreshements to offer you all", she said, "for I had to leave my home in a hurry. And now I must be on my way, for in my situation I cannot stay too long in one place."

She moved off to one of the horses and he marked which mount was hers. He had followed the tracks of hooves up to this forest, until the rain spoilt what signs there might be; by luck and guess, he continued on the trail and now, praise Orome, he had found her. Nienna returned to the circle, and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to see her, cloak hiding her features still.

"Excuse me, Hal-er, sir, but I had noticed that your horse had a wound, I wanted to tell you that I put some herbs on it and that it should be fine."

Halrohir tilted his head, just enough to be sure she could see his face in the light. Just barely, he could see her, the curve of her cheek and the outline of her lips, but no gloom could veil her eyes, to his. He smiled, seeing she caught herself before saying his name; now, to let her know, as well.

"Indeed so?" he replied. "Truly, I had not seen any hurt that my mount may have taken, in this gloom. Please, show me the wound, and what skill you have kindly shared." And he followed her into the darkness, right to where he had left Morindal waiting. "For he is more than my steed, he is my friend, the most beloved in the world to me, save one..."

Rapheal was watching things around them, his eyes darted from one place to the other, fully awear of things around them, hearing a few russles around them, he tensed up and kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, hissing softly, his eyes narrowed awaiting an attack from anything.

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"let me tell you something about your beloved dark father, he's the one that killed you family, not the lycans, he could never abide by his own rules, he said he could never stand the taste of livestock, so every few days he would go and gorge himself in human blood" ~Kraven

[May I ^^ Bio in the Charrie section ^^]
Rhavaniel watched from the shadows, unseen, unheard, a shadow in the shade.
She saw the man with the watchful eyes, and smiling to herself, she stepped into the rain that fell into the clearing, and glanced about with jewel-like eyes that shon with an unnatrual light.
"Good day my young friends..." she smiled warmly, exposing her ivory white, and feral teeth.

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Rapheal watched Rhavaniel a little bit, then relaxed, looking around, again, but he made sure to keep his hand on the hilt of his sword for anything.

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"let me tell you something about your beloved dark father, he's the one that killed you family, not the lycans, he could never abide by his own rules, he said he could never stand the taste of livestock, so every few days he would go and gorge himself in human blood" ~Kraven

Nienna's heart fluttered, he did remember her!

she nodded, her cheeks turning bright red.

she then led him to Morindal and watched as he inspected his flank.

"I hope the healing is to your satisfaction." she said as he turned around to face her.

then she could not stop herself, her hand strayed up to his hooded face and she pushed back his hood and gazed upon his face.

She remained silent as he relentlessly stared at her hidden face. Her heart thought it would burst, she had not seen him in so long; yet there was his face, he was there with her.

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Halrohir felt a weight of dread lift from him - she understood the words, and he hoped she felt the weight behind them. He raised his hand, to take hers and hold it to his cheek.

"Surely, melima", he said only for her to hear, "you could not have thought I would suffer your leaving without a guardsman? Ruthin pursues you, and I had good counsel from your kinsmen at Imladris - perhaps the first time in recent years where the Eldar advised anyone..." he said with a wry grin.

"Now, look here", he said, indicating Morindal's saddlebags, "I was told you were inadequately packed for any journey, so in addition to my own kit, I prepeared for you such gear as the Dunedain might use when we go abroad in the wild. Not only will it serve as protection from the elements, but also from being seen by unfriendly eyes. As you might guess, we Rangers can go unnoticed, if need be."

He turned his eyes back to Nienna, looking into her eyes with his own, holding her hands in his. "Nienna, you are not alone on your seeking for answers, or for solutions. You remember what i told you in the garden of the healers: I shall be with you, for as long, and as close as you wish me to be."

"Oh Halrohir, how could i ever forget your words?"

She threw her arms around him, not caring if anyone saw this or not. she covered his face with kisses.

"How could I ever live without you?"

She then pressed her lips against his.

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Halrohir was torn. He wanted to stay in Nienna's arms, heedless of his surroundings and indeed of the world; but reason told him to move on, to take her to a place of safety he knew to be trusted. Chance-meeting in a tavern in a peopled countryside was risky enough. In the Wild, on a night of rain, with total strangers nearby, and unknown dangers ahead, it was folly. Unwillingly, he broke his embrace with Nienna, but allowing himself the sweetness of her kiss for one moment longer.

"There will be time for sweet joy, little one, but that time is not now", he said in a low voice. "Come, if your mount is ready to travel, let us leave. Some ill feeling weighs on me, and I feel we must put some distance along our way." Halrohir took Nienna to her horse, Eonwe, and helped her mount, before mounting Morindal in his turn. Looking to see her following close in the dark, he led her away from the fire and the gathering, and into the trees.

The rain had stopped, but water still fell from the leaves and the boughs. Morindal picked a path through the trees, his hooves falling lightly on the springy wet ground, muffled against the sounds of the night. They struck the path, and Halrohir took the lead after getting his bearings. Even on a dark night, he knew how to read the signs. The rain was passing to the east, towards the towering peaks of the Hithaeglir. Westward, the stars were appearing once more and to the north, the arm of the Sickle was visible through the clearing airs. This was enough for Halrohir to learn his way. Casting a glance back over his shoulder to Nienna, who kept close in his step, the pair rode slowly off into the night.

Rhavaniel settled, leaning against a tree, pale skin shining in the rain. Her gaze flickered to Raphael, eyes boring into his with harsh intensisty. "Anything new?"

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