Tintallė watched in silence at the chaos around him. He wasn't quite sure why he was here, he didn't think he was good at any of these things. In truth he was a great healer and his skills with the bow weren't the worst in Rivendell either but that wasn't how he veiwed himself. He had been taught everything he knew by his father, who had been training him, ready for any crisis such as this. He could hear his father's voice in his head 'What are you doing sitting there while all the places are being filled? Quickly, they haven't got a healer yet.' That was true, he listened to what the other Elves were saying, they were all boasting tracking skills, fighting skills and knowledge of the area, no healers as of yet. He looked around at Elladan, Elrohir and Elrond, they looked the worst hit by this news and so they should be! Tintallė's heart went out to them, if there was one thing he had to do, it was to help others when they were in need, he hated to see others' pain and he always had to do something about it.
Tintallė made up his mind, he would go, he wasn't sure if his father would ever forgive him if didn't at least try. "Lord Elrond, I know something of the ways of healing, even if I am not all that good. I can also use the bow and dagger, though not willingly." He knew he hadn't put his case forward as well as he could, but Elrond knew what he was capable of all the same and nodded in agreement.
[ March 05, 2003: Message edited by: dragoneyes ]
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