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Thalionyulma · 03-27-2002, 05:02 AM

Rûdhchamion was quite surprised when he saw the figure fall from the nearby tree.
Glancing around sensed there were no other nearby, he quickly knelt beside the form. It was a young elven girl!

He brushed her soft honey colored hair away from her face. She was still breathing. He paused, then gently lifted her head and examined her.

There were no broken bones, as far as he could tell. There was some bleeding where she had hit her head when she fell, but not too serious. She was going to have a good size lump though.

He raised a brow and sighed. He couldn't just leave her - no telling when a patrol would pass by. There was another chance that some other creature would find her first.

He carried the unconcious figure to where he had been resting awhile before. From the light pack he carried with his quiver, he took out his cloak and tore a portion using his knife. From his herb pouch, he produced a poultice, and wetting it slightly with water from his water bag, he tended to her injury.

She reminded him of Pennnauriel, his twin. Though he was dark haired, she was of fair color. Memories then came unbidden...

The small band of elves were resting from the hunt. His father presenting the stag's antlers to his grandfather, his mother and sister looking on. Pennnauriel was about to whisper something to Liliath, their mother when chaos broke out suddenly. Fighting broke out, poison darts filling the air, his father cut down while trying to save his mother. Sword in hand, hacking at the orcs and men, he tried to reach his parents. His sister being hit by a dart meant for him. He had held her in his arms as the light faded from her eyes...

He shook himself from the memories. His body had gone tense. He forced himself to relax.

The girl began to stir, and soon opened her eyes slowly. A bit disoriented at first, she finally seemed to get her focus and stared at him.

"Wh-who are you?" she asked hoarsely.

He looked at her. "I am Rûdhchamion." He offered her the water bag.

She looked at him with a guarded look in her eyes. "You are not from Mirkwood."

[ March 27, 2002: Message edited by: Thalionyulma ]

[ March 27, 2002: Message edited by: Thalionyulma ]

03-27-2002, 05:02 AM	#18
Thalionyulma Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: across the sea Posts: 295	Rûdhchamion was quite surprised when he saw the figure fall from the nearby tree. Glancing around sensed there were no other nearby, he quickly knelt beside the form. It was a young elven girl! He brushed her soft honey colored hair away from her face. She was still breathing. He paused, then gently lifted her head and examined her. There were no broken bones, as far as he could tell. There was some bleeding where she had hit her head when she fell, but not too serious. She was going to have a good size lump though. He raised a brow and sighed. He couldn't just leave her - no telling when a patrol would pass by. There was another chance that some other creature would find her first. He carried the unconcious figure to where he had been resting awhile before. From the light pack he carried with his quiver, he took out his cloak and tore a portion using his knife. From his herb pouch, he produced a poultice, and wetting it slightly with water from his water bag, he tended to her injury. She reminded him of Pennnauriel, his twin. Though he was dark haired, she was of fair color. Memories then came unbidden... The small band of elves were resting from the hunt. His father presenting the stag's antlers to his grandfather, his mother and sister looking on. Pennnauriel was about to whisper something to Liliath, their mother when chaos broke out suddenly. Fighting broke out, poison darts filling the air, his father cut down while trying to save his mother. Sword in hand, hacking at the orcs and men, he tried to reach his parents. His sister being hit by a dart meant for him. He had held her in his arms as the light faded from her eyes... He shook himself from the memories. His body had gone tense. He forced himself to relax. The girl began to stir, and soon opened her eyes slowly. A bit disoriented at first, she finally seemed to get her focus and stared at him. "Wh-who are you?" she asked hoarsely. He looked at her. "I am Rûdhchamion." He offered her the water bag. She looked at him with a guarded look in her eyes. "You are not from Mirkwood." [ March 27, 2002: Message edited by: Thalionyulma ] [ March 27, 2002: Message edited by: Thalionyulma ]