"Are you sure you are well?" Estelarion asked Menelduliniel. It was strange that she had not rested at all the whole night. She had stood near the very edge of camp, and had not spoken to him at all. He wished that he had left her side, and had gotten some rest himself, but he had not done so.
It is too late to do that now, he thought, fairly bitterly.
"Yes!" Menelduliniel snapped loudly at him. She was speaking, that was progress. Estelarion had not expected this kind of response, however. "Stop pestering me!" she continued.
"You were acting strange, though," Estelarion said, following Menelduliniel worriedly as she went over to begin to pack her supplies.
"There are still enemies out there!" Menelduliniel said in an exhasperated voice, "Do you not want us to guard?!"
"Yes," Estelarion, said, quietly, "But Gandalf was awa-"
"Do you think that I would have been able to sleep?" Menelduliniel asked, stopping her rummaging in her packs and throwing her hands up at Estelarion in disgust.
"What is wrong?" Estelarion asked.
"I told you nothing! Why do you never listen?" Menelduliniel turned back to Estelarion her eyes blazing. "Geridh dôl?" she snapped. She always broke back into Elvish when she was mad. She shook her head, "Do you have a brain?" she tried again.
"Look," Estelarion said, "I am not going to fight with you-"
Menelduliniel gave a snort, but Estelarion ignored it, "So I am going to go over and see if any need help."
He went over to Poppy.
"How are you feeling?" he asked the Hobbit, who was doing as she was told and was stretching a bit, still laying down, smiling down at her, "Do you feel better?"
"A bit," she said from where she lay.
He sat down next to her to keep her company.
[ December 18, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ]
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