Harolas stood away from where Tumnaooriel tried healing Gwyn. He was not very comfortable around healers and leeches. Instead the young elf sat himself down and mended the wear and tear on his arrows. Bulvard and his ill tempered sister stood over the woman Tumnaooriel. Gwyn appeared to be recovering. There was no sign of Elanor, the witch or of the others. Harolas wasn't sure of which side the newcomer Ransom was on. There was also no sign of Elwyn.
Harolas caressed his cheek, where Elwyn had slapped him. He smiled to himself. She was definitely a maiden with a mind of her own. It would be a challenge to try and woo her. Back home in Mirkwood, wooing elven maidens was mere child's play for the handsome young elf prince. Yet this Elwyn was made of different, more arrogant stock. As he lost himself in his musings, his deft fingers quickly mended the damage his arrows had sustained during the battle.
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Thorgrim Odinson
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