[Everdawn]

It took all of Énien's phyisical strength and mental strength to fight once more. And Carmalita let her. Good girl. the elf muttered under her breath. The elf turned her back on Carmalita and started fighting, only to kill one man and stop.

There was Rangar, standing, and a body on the ground, with a sword plunged into his back. It was Baroden. The Elf's eyes widened in amazement. "You did it Rangar." she said quietly, the fighting had stopped, the haradrim were dead. "YOU DID IT!" She cried. Rangar looked at her, no show of emotion was on his face. Énien turned to check on the company. Breathing heavily, she sat on the dusty ground.

"It is finnished." she said loudly. "Has everyone had enough?" The others stopped and glanced at her. "A funeral is in order, and then a trip home, I shall think." the elf replied, her voice laden with emotion. " The grandest one we can give her." tears were forming on her face. Without warning she cried out in elvish, cursing at what they had done to her mortal friend. Finally her wound had stopped bleeding. "What say you?" she asked them.