Rûdhchamion looked silently at Tinuiel, than at the still body of the elf. He knew not what, but something within him bade him to aid these elves he knew nothing of. He fixed his bow over his shoulder and went over to where the elf lay. He hesitated a moment, then lifted up the fallen elf as one would a sleeping child. There was only a slight discomfort on his shoulder where he had been bitten, the bleeding had already begun to stop. “That I can do easily, Lady, if you would lead the way”, he than added with dry humor, ”Though, I hope the way is not too far off”.
He looked at Anarya and with a lopsided smile said, “I will mend faster, than he. And I feel better than I look.”
He then turned to Tinuiel who was staring at him thoughtfully. He met her gaze, unwavering.
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