Maeralagos felt strangely numb as he looked at the wound on Telpeheled's neck, lifting him off the ground. He felt almost as if tears were stinging his eyes as Lofinneas poured water over the wound, then pressed the sash against it, and almost didn't hear the healing Elf's command to speak.
"T-telpeheled," the words fell unevenly out of Maeralagos' mouth. Too often had he seen young warriors thrust into situations too dangerous yet for them, never to return. "Telpeheled, look at me. I'm right here. So is Lofinneas. Are you alright?"
[ February 19, 2003: Message edited by: The Ruling Ring ]
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