Lorin rushed over to Zohariel, she was covered in cuts and bruises and she was plainly exhausted. Lorin raised Zohariel slowly off the hard wooden floor and carried her, she was still unconcious. Lorin carried her with ease as she was very thin.
Arawil opened the door up for them, Lorin smiled at her in thanks and continued to carry Zohariel outside. Lorin lay her down on the grass and sat down next to her, the grass was soft compared to the wooden floor and Lorin welcomed the change.
The childern came crowding aroud Zohariel,
"What has happened to her?" they all asked,
"Min, take the children will you?.. Min?... Where has Min got to?" said Lorin looking around for him. Arawil bent down, looking at the tracks on the floor,
"He followed Elentari as she ran out."
"Why?... Oh don't bother, I must tend to Zohariel." Lorin said as she turned back towards Zohariel.
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"We might succeed in roasting Pippin alive inside." - Frodo.
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