"Yes, we should continue on our way," Fingil agreed, "they have been seriously wounded by us, and perhaps they will think twice before again attacking."
He stooped down and cleaned his blade, before sheathing it once more. He was breathing heavily but was starngely excited. No one was dead except their enemies and he had fought well. His long rest in Imladris was over and the warrior inside him was released.
He bent down to Torfithien to see if his comrade was alright and found her unconscious. He lifted her head and whispered her name , "Torfithien, Torfithien."
She sighed and opened her eyes slowly, smiling and relaxing as she saw Fingil.
"Are you injured?" he asked kindly.
"I will be alright," she murmured as she raised herself up.
"I am glad," Fingil said, smiling. He rose and offered her his hand.
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