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Legolas'_girl · 02-19-2003, 04:15 PM

Melcildir looked anxiously for the others, and was relieved to hear the voice of Erdamineon. The other Elf was covered in blood and was pretty beat up.

He was more relived when he heard the words," I shan't die." He had seen enough death and was glad he did not witness anymore; for tonight at least.

He looked at himself and his tattered tunic and overshirt. He was soaked in blood, but he looked much worse than he felt. Still, he was glad when Lofinnaes offered some of the athelas from Lorien. His arm was burning with pain. His head reeled and he was dizzy and exhausted, but he was better off than some of the others.

That could have been much worse. We were saved only by luck and our skills tonight. I only hope that we are as lucky in the next battle...

He searched his body for other wounds and saw the scrathes on his chest; felt the ones on his back. A trickle of blood ran down his face from the ridge of his eyebrows. Taking a container of water hanging off his belt, he wetted a cloth and wiped his face and hands.

02-19-2003, 04:15 PM	#11
Legolas'_girl Pile O'Bones Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: The golden woods of Lòrien Posts: 21	Melcildir looked anxiously for the others, and was relieved to hear the voice of Erdamineon. The other Elf was covered in blood and was pretty beat up. He was more relived when he heard the words," I shan't die." He had seen enough death and was glad he did not witness anymore; for tonight at least. He looked at himself and his tattered tunic and overshirt. He was soaked in blood, but he looked much worse than he felt. Still, he was glad when Lofinnaes offered some of the athelas from Lorien. His arm was burning with pain. His head reeled and he was dizzy and exhausted, but he was better off than some of the others. That could have been much worse. We were saved only by luck and our skills tonight. I only hope that we are as lucky in the next battle... He searched his body for other wounds and saw the scrathes on his chest; felt the ones on his back. A trickle of blood ran down his face from the ridge of his eyebrows. Taking a container of water hanging off his belt, he wetted a cloth and wiped his face and hands.