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Lúthien lay in a pool of blood, guessing it was a mixture of her companion's and her enemy’s; she lay there having no clue that amongst the mixture was her own. The searing pain of the black arrow, in her left thigh, was gone as the over powering head-rush took over. She opened her red, teary eyes and looked at the piece of armor before her. She recognized the helm; she was lying on top of a dead Gondorian solider. She lifted her head, ever so slightly, to see dead bodies covering the-once rich and green-grass. For the small area her eyes would allow her too see, she held no doubt in her mind that more men lay in the mud the orcs.

'Gather the wounded, but do not risk your life to save them.' The voice stopped and the elfess listened to the fading steps. Mustering all the strength she had left, Lúthien called out. The second set of footsteps was continuing to fade. The elfess called out once more, closing her eyes, wincing from the pain. When she opened her eyes, the blurry figure of boots was all she saw then she blacked out.

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Lúthien hissed as she felt the bandage tighten around her leg. The blurry vision became clear as a woman leaned over her with a washcloth, and what looked to be the Gondorian general stood behind her placing the basin by Lúthien's side. 'Help me remove her breast-plate.' The women said. Both man and women leaned over the elf and carefully removed the piece of armor.

Lúthien yelped in pain. The plate had been fastened tightly around her and she had loss most circulation in her upper body. Breathing heavily through her gritted teeth, she spoke, 'Where- where am I?'

'You are in Minas Tirith, in the houses of healing. I shall assign one of the men to tend to your needs until you are well enough to do so yourself.' And with that the general left.

'Where is my sword? My daggers?' She tried to get up, but mid-way she fell hard onto her back, bighting her lip in pain.

'Lady Lúthien, please, your things are being taken to the armory. I am afraid to say you will no longer be fighting. Please my lady, do not sigh, I would think you would have desired such a rest.'

'How is my leg?' It was the women's turn to sigh, and the look she held on her light, doll face did not comfort the elfess.

'I'm afraid you will not be up for awhile, and once your leg regains strength, you will need a cane to help you walk.' Lúthien closed her eyes tight, hoping she was out of it, hoping it was a mistake, hoping she didn't hear those last words. The women placed down the cloth she had used to cool the elfess' head. In haste, Lúthien reached for the women’s hand. 'I am fetching you food and drink. I will not leave you my lady, not unless I am needed elsewhere.' Lúthien watched as the women walked behind her head, out of sight. She couldn't believe it, she was actually afraid. Yet not just any fear, a fear she had never held before. She was afraid to be left alone. She was taken back, down memory-lane. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling. It was the feeling of the embrace her father gave her. Hugs were comforting, but a hug from a male was different, it held its own specialty. She had not felt an embrace like that in a long time. That was what she longed for.

Lúthien shook her head violently and opened her eyes. Her pupils widened, as she was startled to see a bruised and muddied face before her. This must be the solider the general spoke of, before his departing. She thought.

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"Mae Govannen."
Rhan croaked wiping a streak of dirt away from her face and wincing as her hand touched a raw bruise on her cheek. She knew she was passing as a male but it was her only disguise nowadays. By the Gods she was glad she had gotten away- deep cuts, scrapes and hundreds of bruises littered her apperance but she had gotten away. She felt like a lead weight and just wanted to curl up and sleep but she worried if she did she would never wake again and Mandos would welcome her in his halls. She leant on the bed forcing her eyes to stay open... She had come to say something...Something important...Very important... It was gone! She searched her memory desperatly. Nothing. She gasped and tears began to fill her eyes.

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OOC: Not sure if you want our characters to meet as if htey met int he story before, if not then I'll act as if she was seeing things.
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'You can just sit there, I don't need anything now.' She looked over to the bed next to her to see someone squirming about. 'What's wrong? You looked as if you lost your head.' Lúthien Just staired, the being looked firmiliar but she could barely pick out the face.

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((Lets just let them meet like they did before lol))

Rhan wiped sweat and blood matted hair out of her face and kneaded her forehead with her knuckles. It must be there...Somewhere... She looked at the woman then closed her pain filled eyes in a dead faint. Her body crumpled to the floor.

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(alright! I have entered! finally figured out something...o_0)<br>
Eomira wandered around the gardens quietly. Her long blonde hair flowing freely her quick blue eyes caught everything. <br>
Normally, she would not enter the Gardens on choice. Beautiful as they were, she had no desire to be found sick and rushed away to the Infirmary(sp). No, she was here for a different reason.<br>
The report from the General intrigued(sp) her. A lone warrior found in the middle of nowhere, bloodied and beaten from a battle. A warrior herself, Eomira had been interested the moment the general had mentioned it. That was her reason for being here. To find the Warrioress and learn her story...<br>

(alright...kinda icky...lots of spelling problems...tell me what ya think!)

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((So awesome.... you're doing great! I like it ))


Lúthien's eyes widened. 'Are you okay!' She wanted to jump out of bed to help but she was too weak to even sit up. She looked to the guard standing by. 'Help! Uh!' Looking at him as if he was nuts. The guard went over and picked Rhan up and put her back on her bed. Lúthien fell hard onto her pillow, and thought hard about the battle from earlier. A cain, how could this have happened, she didn't like this at all. The fact that she might have had to use a cain for a while made her very angry.

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"Mitts off..." Rhan mumbled shoving the guard with sudden force. "Oh god... Look, I'm not a patient here okay?" The guard raised his eyebrows. "Not now anyway! I'm here on other buisness.... Which I have forgotten..." she scowled, trying to get up and ending up leaning on the guard.

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(((may i join, Though im not exactly sure how to start.)))
(((are we sort of doing this as a fellowship/group, or are we doing it seperately.. and what is the story?)))


Jenny turned and sprinted through the dark corridor.
"Must be somewhere!!"
She jumped up the stairs and sprang into a small room.
"Fanga!!!" she cried as the young princess bounded into the room.
There sat her best friend and companion.. fanga. An elven girl of incredible skill.
Jenny turned and spotted a familiar face.
"Luthien too!!" She called. "What are you doing here??"

(((hope thats okay. please tell if its bad)))

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~Thank you to Estë Undómë for the Beeeautiful Banners & Avvie <3 ~

((Its great...))
((Bump))

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(bump....still waiting for an entry way...)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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((double bump))

The elf pulled herself straight and looked past the guard at the newcommer.

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(((wats bump??)))

Jenny walked slowly towards Fanga and handed her a small parcel.

You left something behind.

Jenny looked around the room.

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~Thank you to Estë Undómë for the Beeeautiful Banners & Avvie <3 ~

(*pokes ShatteredHeart*)

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(I'll join)
name:Nessima Daughter of Elrohir
age:15
race:elven
pendant: a blue heart shaped pendant with little round diamonds around it
the necklace
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Nessima walked into the houses of healing to visit her fiance, Valdon who lay in the bed next to Luthien.Nessima sat by his bedside he was unconcious so she took his hand in hers and sat there by his side. she took off the necklace and put it around his neck

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