Taralphiel hovered by Laurel, watching her slowly sit up in a daze. SHe turned to the Elf 'I am in your debt, Milady!' she wept. Holding her granddaughters hand, she softly spoke to her 'Say only a little dear, you need to rest' 'I am sorry, I was foolish' she began
'No, no. Enough of that. I was the fool. Now, your army needs commanding' she turned her hand to the Rohanians and Elf that stood by with worried glancing 'We need to fight back, my child'
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Laurel held a hand to a wall, to stop the room spinning about her 'But, where is the Gondorian' she slurred. She saw his pale body lying on a table beside her, and almost retched. 'It was my..fault..' she said slowly, shaking her head.
'Do not dwell on feeble things' snapped Rudhchamion, and her head jerked up 'Some of your party are missing. Some slain. We do not know that fate of those in the village. What do you suggest'
Laurel stopped shaking and grunted 'The camp is at the SOuthern Confines. Any hostages are there. If they are not rescued soon, you will be salvaging bodies. The Village...yes, you should go there afterwards. We left good people there. Head through the forest..then out to the Village. A small rescue party can go unnoticed' she finished as she swayed a little. 'If I rest, I should be able to go'
'Maybe' said the she-elf 'but now you must sleep'
Laurel did not argue, but lay back and fell into slumber.
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Cuor came into the tent snarling 'Wher is she?!'
Gita smiled 'Who? the lovely Lady? My she is quite a fighter! She will be a wild one to tame' she mocked
The Elf reared back to his full height, and moved his face close to the womans 'I swear if you harmed a hair on her head...'
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