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Mithalwen · 06-20-2005, 01:40 PM

The first thing Erenor became aware of were of strong arms wrapped tenderly about her and the reassuring solidness of the chest against which her head lay. She had not been so held since childhood and so comforting did she find it that she stirred trying to nestle even closer. In repose her face had lost it's sternness and she looked more like a lass who had dressed in her brother's garb for some gest than a warrior herself. I will just stay here and sleep till the pain goes , she thought, but her movement had disturbed her injured shoulder and the sharp pain stirred her more fully.

Erenor opened her eyes and to her astonishment met the concerned gaze of Belegorn. She would never have expected the gruff and battle-hardened soldier to be so gentle. She looked around.. she saw two trolls lying dead but at least twice that number remained and a dunadan was dead also. She then saw her guard standing strangely transfixed despite the danger that faced them all.

"Captain let me down..the troll.... Angore....! Where is my sword?" The question was as much for herself as anyone else for she saw it and breaking from Belegorn's arms she lunged forward for it... She staggered on her slender limbs like a newborn foal and having grasped her sword she used it as support as she regained her feet. The effort caused fresh and agonising waves of pain to crash through her body and again she felt Belegorn's arms about her as she tried to stand. Anything more than the shallowest breath pained her, her head ached, her left arm, though not broken could not be moved without excruciating pain and she was still losing blood from her concealed wounds - the shadows were too deep for mortal sight to perceive the dark stain spreading slowly across the back of Erenor's tunic.. "Lady Erenor ... you must not... " but his voice was lost in the battlecries that rang down the tunnel and though her mind was clouded by pain she knew the meaning of those few words of the secret tongue that outsiders ever heard: KHAZÂD AIMÊNU, the dwarves are upon you. Hope comes unexpectedly, she thought as she desperately tried to focus mind and body.

06-20-2005, 01:40 PM	#164
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,460	The first thing Erenor became aware of were of strong arms wrapped tenderly about her and the reassuring solidness of the chest against which her head lay. She had not been so held since childhood and so comforting did she find it that she stirred trying to nestle even closer. In repose her face had lost it's sternness and she looked more like a lass who had dressed in her brother's garb for some gest than a warrior herself. I will just stay here and sleep till the pain goes , she thought, but her movement had disturbed her injured shoulder and the sharp pain stirred her more fully. Erenor opened her eyes and to her astonishment met the concerned gaze of Belegorn. She would never have expected the gruff and battle-hardened soldier to be so gentle. She looked around.. she saw two trolls lying dead but at least twice that number remained and a dunadan was dead also. She then saw her guard standing strangely transfixed despite the danger that faced them all. "Captain let me down..the troll.... Angore....! Where is my sword?" The question was as much for herself as anyone else for she saw it and breaking from Belegorn's arms she lunged forward for it... She staggered on her slender limbs like a newborn foal and having grasped her sword she used it as support as she regained her feet. The effort caused fresh and agonising waves of pain to crash through her body and again she felt Belegorn's arms about her as she tried to stand. Anything more than the shallowest breath pained her, her head ached, her left arm, though not broken could not be moved without excruciating pain and she was still losing blood from her concealed wounds - the shadows were too deep for mortal sight to perceive the dark stain spreading slowly across the back of Erenor's tunic.. "Lady Erenor ... you must not... " but his voice was lost in the battlecries that rang down the tunnel and though her mind was clouded by pain she knew the meaning of those few words of the secret tongue that outsiders ever heard: KHAZÂD AIMÊNU, the dwarves are upon you. Hope comes unexpectedly, she thought as she desperately tried to focus mind and body. Last edited by Mithalwen; 06-21-2005 at 06:41 AM.