[piosenniel]

Rôg hastened to his friend’s side. Luindal had grabbed his arm as the arrow grazed it, his gaze turning toward the Corsair’s leering face. ‘Don’t stand there like some great Eldar strawman target! Come on now!’ Rôg grasped onto the Elf’s uninjured arm and hurried him along.

Soon they found themselves at a forested area along the southern part of the beach along with the other survivors. Rôg called for one of the healers to come over and look to the captain’s injury. Luindal waved the woman away saying he wanted the others seen to first. ‘Oh, and what will we do when you fall ill from your wound and there is no captain to guide us in through the remainder of this task?’ The healer raised her brow and pointed to the Captain’s arm, indicating he should push up his sleeve and let the wound be seen to. Luindal acquiesced as Rôg reminded him the longer he kept the healer waiting, the longer it would take for others to be treated.

He left the captain in the care of the healer and wandered about beneath the trees. Elwë and Andtuariel had just helped the wounded men they’d brought in to sit down and had begun cleansing their wounds. Annû was busy gathering wood for several small fire pits that a number of the Elves had quickly cleared. Soon, Rôg hoped, there would be hot water for tea and something to eat. Carandû, his brother said, had gone off to bring the reindeer down with the supplies of food and the extra blankets.