[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel stood, looking into the hole. She tried to think, but nothing would come. She froze completely.

"Menelduliniel!" she heard the others shout, "Menelduliniel!"

She did not respond, however. She looked helplessly into the pit at the injured companions. What could she do? Nothing, she thought, she could not think to even move, so how could she do anything at all?

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Estelarion rose and looked at Poppy and Volondil. Poppy was unconcious and Volondil was at least badly injured. He checked his own injuries and found them to be minor.

He went over to the side of the gaping hole. He shouted up, "Rope! We need rope!"

He heard the people scramble around up top. The poor horse that had nearly fell in had been pulled up. People's voices shouted.

"Menelduliniel! Menelduliniel!" Estelarion heard someone shout. She seemed to have frozen again. She had to stop doing that. One day it would be the death of her.

Estelarion shook his head to clear his mind and looked around, trying to plan a way out. Once they got the rope, if any had some, they needed to find safe footing on the sides to pull themselves up. They could probably manage without the walls, but it would be much easier.

Estelarion ran to Poppy and gently pulled the poor unconscious Hobbit into a sitting position to give him more room. He looked over to Volondil. Volondil had a massive spike piercing his skin. Estelarion ran over and pulled him off the spike, wincing at the blood that kept pouring out of the wound.

Estelarion sat Volondil next to Poppy and turned back around to inspect the walls. They seemed sturdy enough now. It seemed almost as if the pit had been dug just so one would be caught if he so happened to misfortunately step on the area.

"Hurry with the ropes!" Estelarion shouted up. He heard commotion still from above. He hoped that they would find the ropes soon. He did not know how they would be able to climb out without them...