Elrohir slowly washed his wound in the small stream he had found not far from camp.
It was a shallow cut, as the troll's weapon had merely glanced at his arm, and for that Elrohir felt grateful. He winced as he wrapped a rag lightly around it and slowly eased his arm back into his tunic.
He knew he was lucky, as he walked slowly throught the forest back to camp. They had made graves for too many of thier comrades already.
Stepping into the light of the fire, Elrohir came upon his brother. No words were spoken for several minutes as the two just looked at the stars.
"There is no sleep in you tonight," said Elrohir.
"Nay, and neither in you," said Elladan, " And not simply due to your wound."
Elrohir shook his head.
A few more moments passed in comfortable silece between the twins.
"They will go go quickly to rest in the halls of thier fathers," said Elrohir, speaking to both himself and his brother, who nodded.
"But come," said Elrohir," It would be an insult to thier memories not to be well rested in time for any other battles that we may find."
"You may go attempt sleep," said Elladan, "But I will stay watch for tonight."
"Very well," said Elrohir, who began walking back to the fireside,"But you forget I am you brother, who knows you better than any other," he turned slightly and smiled back at Elladan,"And I know you will soon join me in sleep,"
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