((Yes, welcome back suicidal elf chick! It has been slightly dull without you, and I thought that you had abandoned the RPG at first.. but anyway, welcome back!))
Calad lay, unable to move anything, not even his fingers. Slowly, he regained his temporary sanity upon hearing the song of Thengise. The light flickered constantly, and there was a sad look in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but then the fabric wrapped tightly around it stopped him from doing so. Now calm, he felt all of the cuts and bruises and injuries stinging dully, and his empty stomach aching. Managing to lift his head, he looked at Thengise and watched her sing.
The waxing moon was a golden half-circle in the lightening sky. It was almost morning, and Calad was exhausted. He half-closed his eyes, although he did not appear to be sleeping, and was wide alert, real life was mingled with elven dreams - but some were orkish.
((Oh, and by the way, Collette, the healer had left long ago and will be back in the morning.))
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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