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Nethwador
Nethwador watched, waiting for one of the Rohirrim to protest that tho horses (and then folk) were too weary to move. But he saw Bella's eyes turn back to the battlefield, and saw the weary fear in them. He reached his hands to her, motioning her to mount behind him on Celegoer.
The Rohirrim exchanged weary glances, but Ędegard stood and called his bay. The group straggled to their feet, murmuring apologies to their horses.
"We may at least walk, those of us who are able?" asked Liornung.
Erebemlin nodded. "The injured will ride."
Argeleafa, Bella, and degard were helped up onto horses. Erebemlin prepared to lift the sleeping Amroth, glancing back at Ravion. "You will carry his sister?"
Ravion nodded; Erundil met his glance and nodded too.
Erundil helped Ravion lift Mellonin onto Gond and then mount behind. Erebemlin lifted Amroth onto his horse, balanced him, and leaped up behind him, catching him as he swayed.
Aeron glared. "And Gwyllion? What of her?"
Taitheneb walked to his side. "I will help you. Come."
Erebemlin rode to the head of the column, and the company filed behind; they stopped, waiting for Aeron and Taitheneb to take care of Gwyllion.
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