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Mithalwen · 06-29-2005, 01:18 PM

It had been Faerim of course who had realised the extent of her injuries; Faerim the sharp eyed and sharp witted; Faerim who perhaps cared most for Erenor's safety - though Angore probably regarded it as his duty even now she had discharged herself from his care. Once the battle with the troll had ended he had sought the most skilled of the dunedain women to treat her wounds. A stone wall sconce had driven links of mail deep into her shoulder and caused the great blood loss. Otherwise she had come off remarkably lightly from her encounter with the troll. The physical injuries would soon heal as is the nature of elvish bodies but the events had left other marks. With her wounds fresh she could not bear to wear her mail, and without it her frame appeared much slighter, fragile even. She had exhausted much of her power in trying to hold off the trolls and for a while her spirit was dimmed.

Partly she despaired that the blessed find of the dwarvish maps were being squandered in returning to the King who seemed to delight in finding ways to try to kill them, partly the gallantry of the Dunedain had made her ashamed of her previous attitude. They deserve a greater leader for their great loyalty she thought. She knew that the sense of honour and duty that had led Belegorn to rush to her aid even as battle raged would not allow him to desert his liege lord so for once she held her tongue. Nevertheless she was all the more grieved at the doom that seemed to face them. The idea particularly that that brave lad Faerim's life would end so soon was harder to bear by far than the prospect of her own demise. The devotion he showed to his family too was something admirable and she wondered if it was fair to ask him to choose. Since if she tried to escape to Mithlond she would be loathe to leave him - but he would surely not abandon family and duty. If he would not leave, would she stay to protect him as long as she might? The answer was not clear to her and she spoke little during their journey back and if any of the other elves read her thoughts, they did not comment on it.

06-29-2005, 01:18 PM	#168
Mithalwen Pilgrim Soul Join Date: May 2004 Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle... Posts: 9,449	It had been Faerim of course who had realised the extent of her injuries; Faerim the sharp eyed and sharp witted; Faerim who perhaps cared most for Erenor's safety - though Angore probably regarded it as his duty even now she had discharged herself from his care. Once the battle with the troll had ended he had sought the most skilled of the dunedain women to treat her wounds. A stone wall sconce had driven links of mail deep into her shoulder and caused the great blood loss. Otherwise she had come off remarkably lightly from her encounter with the troll. The physical injuries would soon heal as is the nature of elvish bodies but the events had left other marks. With her wounds fresh she could not bear to wear her mail, and without it her frame appeared much slighter, fragile even. She had exhausted much of her power in trying to hold off the trolls and for a while her spirit was dimmed. Partly she despaired that the blessed find of the dwarvish maps were being squandered in returning to the King who seemed to delight in finding ways to try to kill them, partly the gallantry of the Dunedain had made her ashamed of her previous attitude. They deserve a greater leader for their great loyalty she thought. She knew that the sense of honour and duty that had led Belegorn to rush to her aid even as battle raged would not allow him to desert his liege lord so for once she held her tongue. Nevertheless she was all the more grieved at the doom that seemed to face them. The idea particularly that that brave lad Faerim's life would end so soon was harder to bear by far than the prospect of her own demise. The devotion he showed to his family too was something admirable and she wondered if it was fair to ask him to choose. Since if she tried to escape to Mithlond she would be loathe to leave him - but he would surely not abandon family and duty. If he would not leave, would she stay to protect him as long as she might? The answer was not clear to her and she spoke little during their journey back and if any of the other elves read her thoughts, they did not comment on it. Last edited by Mithalwen; 07-12-2005 at 12:15 PM.