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Tinuviel of Denton · 08-23-2003, 09:26 AM

The elves seemed to be slowly triumphing over the spawn of Ungoliant that had claimed this section of forest for their own. Gilbereth seemed to be holding his own well, and Reyn had to grant the youth credit for his skill with that slender blade of his. It looked as though Gil could handle himself well enough just now, so Reyn joined the group that was fighting one of the large spiders. He was running out of arrows, so he pulled his sword. An anguished cry pulled his attention away from the beast.

Reynion turned and cursed as he saw Gilbereth fall to the ground again, once more unconscious. The spider Gil'd been fighting stepped back a little, and Reyn could see that Gilbereth's right arm now ended at the wrist. Oh, bad, very bad, he thought, even as he threw the dagger he’d managed to retrieve into the joint between the spider’s head and its body. His leg was one long stretch of fire. He ran as best he could over to where Gilbereth lay and tried desperately to staunch the blood flowing from Gil’s severed wrist. Taurëwen stood nearby, but she didn’t seem to see anything.

He shouted her name, still frantically trying to keep Gilbereth from losing so much blood. He tore a strip off of Gil’s shirt, and tied it as tightly as he could around the stump. “Taurëwen!” he shouted again. Mentally, he cursed the ill chance that had split the group. If they had all been fresh, things might have turned out differently. Never mind ‘what if’s,’ he ordered himself. Keep your mind on what you’re doing.

There was no more that he could do for Gilbereth. He was no healer; he knew a few herbs, but that was all. He stood, and limped over to Taurëwen. She was staring blankly, and he knew that the spiders’ poison was still somewhat in effect. She would be like a child for a time, unable to defend herself. He pulled her over to where Gilbereth lay, and gently pushed her to the ground, hoping she would stay there, and took up a defensive stance. Her life was worth more than his anyway.

[ August 23, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]

08-23-2003, 09:26 AM	#61
Tinuviel of Denton Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Amid the hills and dales of the Shire... or not. Posts: 579	The elves seemed to be slowly triumphing over the spawn of Ungoliant that had claimed this section of forest for their own. Gilbereth seemed to be holding his own well, and Reyn had to grant the youth credit for his skill with that slender blade of his. It looked as though Gil could handle himself well enough just now, so Reyn joined the group that was fighting one of the large spiders. He was running out of arrows, so he pulled his sword. An anguished cry pulled his attention away from the beast. Reynion turned and cursed as he saw Gilbereth fall to the ground again, once more unconscious. The spider Gil'd been fighting stepped back a little, and Reyn could see that Gilbereth's right arm now ended at the wrist. Oh, bad, very bad, he thought, even as he threw the dagger he’d managed to retrieve into the joint between the spider’s head and its body. His leg was one long stretch of fire. He ran as best he could over to where Gilbereth lay and tried desperately to staunch the blood flowing from Gil’s severed wrist. Taurëwen stood nearby, but she didn’t seem to see anything. He shouted her name, still frantically trying to keep Gilbereth from losing so much blood. He tore a strip off of Gil’s shirt, and tied it as tightly as he could around the stump. “Taurëwen!” he shouted again. Mentally, he cursed the ill chance that had split the group. If they had all been fresh, things might have turned out differently. Never mind ‘what if’s,’ he ordered himself. Keep your mind on what you’re doing. There was no more that he could do for Gilbereth. He was no healer; he knew a few herbs, but that was all. He stood, and limped over to Taurëwen. She was staring blankly, and he knew that the spiders’ poison was still somewhat in effect. She would be like a child for a time, unable to defend herself. He pulled her over to where Gilbereth lay, and gently pushed her to the ground, hoping she would stay there, and took up a defensive stance. Her life was worth more than his anyway. [ August 23, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]