Laurel looked into the eyes of the Gondorian, and she saw her father.
She slumped back against the wall as she let go of his hand, and let him rest. She could have sobbed, but she could barely breathe, and she felt she had no tears to cry. She began to realise that she was fighting like one of those Wild Men, and she was almost as vile in heart as they were. She saw the pale, unblinking eyes of her mother and father, and she saw death a hundred fold move past her. That was what had made her Wild, she knew that. She staggered up, and stood beside the resting soldier.
'Thankyou, good Sir. I heed your words. I will not lose to the death that has its grips on me. I will save this place, and you. I swear it'
She moved outside, limping heavily, but mobile enough. This caused a great stir among the warriors that had councilled by her door. Annanoldowen moved forward, and examined her swiftly 'You have your legs. That is good. What do you plan to do?'
'There is a good man out there, I wish to get him back' she said with a half-smile. The she-elf sighed 'Well, I cannot reccommend it, but I do not see hope in convincing you. Simply assure me you will go with as many men as we can spare. You need a strong soldier to watch you' Laurel nodded, and turned to the men 'So, who wishes to help me find good Sir Cartil?'
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