As quick as the agile woman rescuer had caught Gil, the little girl was in Rolan's arms again. Rolan had fought back Jem's restraining grip, and Rolan then snatched his sister out of the stranger's arms. Hugging his sister as if to protect her from some unseen danger, Rolan looked up to the woman.
"We have to get Gil out of here." Rolan spoke, and eyed the woman. "Who are you?"
"I am Rochelle. Who is this? Why is he helping you?" the woman asked, and Rolan turned to a mystified Jem.
"He's Jem. He isn't like the other evil corsairs." Rolan answered as his attention turned to the battling men in front of them.
Rolan wanted to kill that corsair. He would pay for his evil ways and the ways of his kin that he harbors. The pain he gave to the children of Dol Amroth would return to him in his final moments.
"I want to stay. This corsair will not live to see the light outside of this place." Rolan spoke, and the two females and the man Jem looked at the boy strangely.
"We won't leave you here, we all have to get out. ALL of us!" Gil wrestled from her brother's arms and looked into his pale, hazy blue eyes. "Besides. You can't fight with a hurt toe." the girl smiled at the joke, but Rolan kept a resonant and stern gaze.
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...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.
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