She took a shaky breath. She knew she couldn't give it up. Wordlessly she shook her head and slipped it back on. She took her stuff and hugged the small bag to her. She didn't know what to say. All she knew is that her chances of surviving out here alone, or going back, were slim to none. She had to go with him. She had cared for him.

He gently lay his hand on her back as they began to walk, for hours in silence. Crixus expression was void of any emotion but inside he was battling a whirlwind of them.
He had let her down, almost to her death and defilement. He tried to take comfort from the fact that he had saved her but he couldn't get the image of her face when she looked at him, hurt and betrayed.
Before he knew it, it was nightfall again. Without a word he set his things down and sat, meaning to camp there for the night. His gaze was lowered as he could not look at her, he was ashamed of his actions.

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She didn't make a sound when he placed his hand on her back, though she was surprised by the action. They stopped for the night, and he sat down, and she risked a glance at his face. She sat down too and pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging them to her. "It's your turn to sleep." she whispered.

He did not raise his face as he spoke.
''I doubt sleep will come to me tonight.'' He wanted to apologize over and over but he couldn't bring himself to even look up. He was surprised to find himself crying softly. He hardly ever cried yet he could not stop himself, no matter how hard he tried. He lowered his face to his arms, not speaking.

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She looked up slowly. Tears? She frowned and looked down. Why was he crying? She thought a bit. Perhaps he did feel guilty about givin her up to the men. She let out a breath. She still cared for him, she realized deep down. She was broken and hurt. But she had to put herself as second priority. She stood up and quietly walked over, sitting next to him. She reached out a cautious hand and put it on his arm. "You did save me." she whispered.

ot: could you guys use another character?

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(let's see what Legolas thinks )

( If you can find a way to fit into the story, it's well in but if you can then why not )

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(Though it's Nienna's RP )

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(haha *gives thumbs up* it's all good. I just like to get other opinions too if you can find a way to fit in then go ahead )

He looked up slowly and looked at her. He began to shy away from her touch.
''Save your kindness for someone deserving of it''
He hated himself for what he did, she had almost been ravaged by those two men, he had been seconds away from letting it happen.
''You will never know how sorry I am'' The way she was trying to comfort him broke him further, she still cared for his well being. Why didn't she shout, or strike him? He couldn't understand her.

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"Crixus." she went around in front of him, cupping his face within her hands. "You only were acting on what you were accustomed to. What you were trained to do when you were young. I have had dreams and...the feeling might not be what you feel in reality, but what I felt in my dreams was a pull to the games and the fights." she paused, searching for words to choose carefully "It is how I acted, stuck in the emotions and actions of being a slave for so long." she caressed his face with her thumbs "It's over. What happened is done with, and you did save me." she leaned her head down and kissed his arm. "I care for you as well..." she whispered "And I will not allow you or wish you to torture yourself over it."

He was forced to look at her, and her words touched his emotions. She wasn't angry. She was forgiving him. He could scarcely believe that she had dreamed about him, and how he felt when he was fighting.
He could find no words, instead he pulled her into a hug, his head resting on her shoulder.

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Thanks I'm sure i can come up with something creative

Name: Camomille Brandybuck
Age: 27 (still like a teenager for a hobbit)
Race: Hobbit
Rank: A free Hobbit, thank you very much, sir! (excaped Slave)
Appearance: An adorable little hobbit. She is slim and elfine, unlike most hobbits. She has a pretty smile, bright blue eyes, and long golden curly hair. She stands at 4ft 3in
Spouse: None
Personality: Camomille is a spunky Hobbit. She has a mind of her own and she is independant and creative. She is also innocent and empathetic toward others.
Bio: Camomille was visiting reletives in Bree when she was kiddnapped by slave traders! They were on their way to sell her when she managed to escape from them.

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Camomille ran as fast as her little leggs could carry her. She heard the traders close behind her in the woods. Oafs! Bumbeling hooligans! But she had outsmarted their troll minds. The thought renewd her energy and redoubled her speed. She ran silenty through the woods. Suddenly, she tripped and flew through the air! She landed a few feet away with an "ooof!" Before she could so much as move, she head the traders apon her! But just as soon as they had come, she heard them leaving, running farther into the woods.

Camomille lay where she was for an agonizing few seconds of silents, before turning around. She saw that she had fallen into a little ditch. Above her was a huge tree, with roots sticking out of the ground. She must have tripped over a root and then fallen into a little hole created by the many roots. She lay there on her back for a few more seconds before sittign up and groaning. Her bare feet hurt from running, and she reached up to feel blood on her forhead from a scratch.

ot: i am assuming this happend reletivly close to the others

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She blinked as he suddenly pulled her into a hug. She hugged him back, unsure of the action. She didn't know if she would ever feel the same about herself. She hugged him, feeling tears spring into her own eyes. "Crixus...you do not need to remain with me because of your guilt."