[Manardariel]

The wolves were gone. Warm, golden relief flooded through Andunériel´s body. For today, they had won the fight. Andunériel watched the others come closer to te fire. Some seemed under shock, shaking all over, horror painted on their faces. She found her voice back.

"Is anyone hurt?" She called. "Come here, please. There´s no need to play the hero; the last thing we need are wounds."

Marsillion emerged out of the shadows. He had a cut on his shoulder, not deep, yet bleeding. Carefully, she aplied some herbs and bandaged his arm. "Be carefull with that arm" she told him. "Don´t move it to much, and have a good rest tonight." He nodded.

Suddenly Andunériel noticed eyes glancing over to her. It seemed she was being looked over by someone, someone who didn´t seem too friendly. She glanced over. It was Luin. Her keen elven eyes were staring at Andunériel with a strange impression in her eye. Suprised, Amdunériel looked at her, and smiled. Luin looked away. Oh dear. She took a deep breath, and then walked over to the elf.

"Luin?"

[ April 15, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]