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Old 09-15-2003, 06:57 AM   #91
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Sting

Taurëwen reach the clearing as Reynion drew the stupid creature from Gilbereth. The sunlight shone down on her golden hair warming her heart and her spirit, she knelt down and stuck several arrows into the ground and nocked one in her bow and fired it into the creatures thick hide.

"Hey! Yes you, Did your mother drop you on your head?" she cried out to the troll hoping that it understood the common tongue she was using. As it spun round she nocked another arrow and fired drawing the creature towards her. As she hoped it picked up her scent and it's triumphant grin almost made her laugh, the others watched in horror as the Troll lunged towards their Healer.

But as the trolls huge hand shot out to grab her it stopped short, but a few inches from where she knelt. She let out the breath she had been holding and laughed at the stone creature before her, it still wore its look of triumph.

It had been a gamble whether the troll would turn before it reached her but it had paid off and none of them had been badly hurt, she sighed with relief. But her relief was short lived as she realised that two of their company was missing.

"Were is Ceros And Ihwesta!" She asked pulling her remaining arrows from the ground. The others looked around and shook their heads, We will go back Ainemetion and Arië cried together, Taurëwen nodded and they headed back to where they had battled the orcs.

"Where are they?" Reynion whispered, Arië at once began searching for the tracks of their friends, But Taurëwen realised that Reyn had meant the orcs who seemed to vanish with the defeat of the troll. He and Ainemetion kept their eyes sharp and their weapons drawn as Arie picked up Ihwesta's trail.

Before long they found Ihwesta weapons drawn guarding the entrance to a small outcropping of rock that looked like a small cave. "Taurëwen! it's Ceros!" she cried running forward and literally pulling her towards the wounded elf.

Taurëwen frowned as she saw the extent of their leaders wounds four broken ribs at least and a number of small cuts and abrasions, even if she gave him elixir and bound his chest he would still find it hard to breath never mind walk, their was only one thing she could do! she would have to invoke her gift.

Kneeling beside Ceros she closed her eyes and placed her hands on his blackened chest, using her skills she used her senses to find the broken bones she invoked her gift to speed up the mending of his bones and to relieve the pressure on his chest.

As Ceros' breathing returned to normal hers shallowed and she became pale, as the bruising faded and Ceros began to open he's eyes, Taurëwen her strength diminished fell back from him and rested against the out cropping next to him. She was relieved when the others went to Ceros and did not question her on what she had done, for the gift of healing was usually only associated with the Eldar.

Taurëwen rarely used her gift as it left her weak and the strain of taking anothers pain was great. Taurëwen turned away hoping the others would not see the silver tears run down her cheeks as the Pain of Ceros' injuries flooded her mind.

After a few minutes the pain passed as it always did, but she was still weak. She used Gilbereths bow to support her weight and moved off from the others to the comfort of the trees, though they offered none, they were gnarled and twisted and their branched seemed to pull at her hair and clothes.

wearily she looked down at herself, her clothes were torn in several places and stained with the blood of her enemies and friends, her hand were also black and smeared with blood. She hoped they would find somewhere safe to rest so she could wash and change, but it was to dangerous to stay here, they did not know were the rest of the orcs had gone to and she felt that were ever they were they would not forget the handful of Elves who had diminished their numbers.

"We can't stay here!" she told them earnestly, Leaning on her bow, her eyes searching the trees for danger.
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