RP: Crimson Sword

[Carnëiach]

"Oh come, you thrice damned rope! Break already!"
Elanor muttered furiuously under her breath,cursing the rope, Calixto, his minions, gold, and the world in general. Her hands were sticky with blood and her sweat had run into the cuts, stinging them and doing nothing to improve her mood. The mortal had managed, with alot of trouble and not a little pain, to hitch the rope holding together the two gold bands over the bracket they had previously been tied to, twisted it around and was now rubbing furiously, apparently to no avail.
The human girl had no idea how long she had been at it, and was trying to cover the urge to cry from pain and frustration with curses. Whats more, with her hands tied in this fashion she could do nothing for Elwyn, lying sprawled on the floor, the blood which had trickled from her mouth already starting to congeal. Casting a worried glance at the elf and resumed her rubbing with renewed vigour.
"Come on Yavanna, Aule, Manwë...all you gods, i promise I will worship you forever if this bleeding rope will break. Come on, come on...yes!"
She let her breath out in a hiss as she felt the last few strands almost break. Pulling her hands away from the bracket, she snapped the last few fibres with great satisfaction. She slumped against the wall, eyes closed, breathing heavily as feeling flooded back into her finger. Not good. Now she could feel every, single, milimetre of shattered and chapped skin. Gritting her teeth she forced herself to concentrate, trying not to let her thoughts disappear into the void. task in hand...right...
"Ok Elwyn, for my all new, improved hands, you neeed to wake up...ah well, i never really liked my skin anyway." Quietly she stepped towards the prostrate elf and started work on waking her up as gently, but quickly as possible, praying that there were no guards outside.