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avien ducked as if she expected somthing to fly at her head "what did i do?!"

sundin nodded and thought for a moment but then dismissed the thought "will you tell me about helms deep?" she asked her uncle, true he had never gotten around to telling her of it. aras herself seemed rather intruiged by the idea and moved closer to haldir

aras and sundin had noticed haldir pale and made a silentm mutal agreement "if you do not wish to tell us, melth, then surly you must have many stories up your sleeve" she said smiling. Sundin nodded on agreement

avien looked at them "why are you so suprised? naneth and ada had four children!"

Sallia blinked at him, clinging to the boots.
"What boots? They're mine." She managed a shy little smile, stealing a kiss. She was trying to cheer him up, at least a little; she knew he needed it. When he didn't yield, she did, handing the boots back. She felt a little dizzy, but nothing major.
"So what do you plan on doing?" she asked bluntly, going from joking to calm, quiet and serious almost instantly. She just stared up into his eyes boldly, and yet she was passive and tranquil both with her words and her gaze. The best word to describe her eyes would be piercing, ocean-colored spheres seeming to see through each facade, questioning, secretive, reserved. Just hazy blue-green orbs, nebulous and misty, as if she was holding back something of her own.
She felt like she knew, regardless of what he said; she didn't want to believe it, but whatever he did, she felt an obligation to support him; not because he was her husband, but because she loved him and knew he'd do the same for her. She was silent for a long time, unblinking, waiting.

Alandis followed the group that were directed toward the spring by Sallia. She stayed in the back, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched as one by one, people were lowered into the water.
Her two colored eyes spotted two different characters, Talli and Legede. Those two men weren't just simply burned, but they looked like they had been crushed or gotten into a fight with the orcs. She checked the Captain first, noticing his back was severely burned, meanwhile there was bruising on his ribs. But when he was placed in the steaming waters she did not have a chance to find anymore wounds. She watched as slowly, the red and black of the skin was returning to the pale color to match the rest of his body. His cuts mend, and the blood wash away.
But she did steal a glimpse to the rogue next, quickly noticing the change of his form. He was leaner, but she could recognize him simply because of the dark skin and red hair he bore.
What had changed? Surely the fire back in Eden Cuil couldn't have drastically affected how he looked, and not to mentoin having improved his looks. But at the same time he lost his uniqueness.
The Healer scratched the side of her head, pulling away the longer brown strands of hair away from her face as she stood by and watched the effects of the enchanted waters. By now her frustration was hard to conceal, but she kept silent on her opinions.


Sario sat down by a tree, since indeed, it was all she could do. Her hands hurt, and to try climbing her way up into the house would only increase the pain and agony. That's all she felt as well, just a dull pain that would flare up as she wiggled her fingers or turned her wrist.
The Maia leaned her head back, becomming quickly secluded and anti-social. The mood was both relief and sadness with the survivors, but she herself remained depressed.
Now what? She had screwed up again and gave Legolia the necklace, which was important to Sallia. And even so, she let the princess get captured.
Drawing her legs up to her chest, she draped the semi-grey, semi-white dress of her knees, thinking.

"How do your wounds fair?" came a quiet voice, Alandis crouching down behind Legede. She was wary to follow into the water, but she also had no reason to. She was spared any wounds, except for a slight stinging in her back where the orc had hit her earlier. Curiousity was overtaking her displeasure, and she wanted to record the experience.
As much as she hated it, slowly the idea of learning magic was coming to the woman's mind.

Legolas was silent for a long time. The problem was, she was also right. He stood, looking away still.
"What would you have me do?" the prince asked. "I must go to her. Sallia, my sister means the world to me, just as you do, as Vala and my father do. I would do the same for any of those so very close to my heart.... but I know I can not survive their hands again. I will die if I go to Mordor, and I am not afraid of that death. Yes, I do not want to leave you and our son. Yes, I would do anything to save my sister. But..." Legolas turned, watching Sallia closely for a moment before taking her hands from about her arms and holding them in his own. "But I do not want to hurt you, nor to see you cry, meleth nin. Once before I was a pawn of Nufeniel's, twice actually, but that first time... when I was a soulless shell... I cursed my harshness and the things I had done. I hated myself, but you forgave me. You always forgave me... And yet... Yet I do not expect you to for this. I HAVE to go, Sallia. What else can I do?"

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Legede looked up to Alandis, but he did not smile. "My wounds will heal..." he whispered, looking away. "Most of them anyhow." the captain's eyes locked on those of the Healer once again, "How did we come to be here?"


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Sallia shook her head. "I told of my dreams too late. I could have prevented it. I take some of this blame upon myself as well; I was in the city when I should have been outside fighting."
"Well then, it's settled." Xarik'n exclaimed, popping in out of nowhere as he usually did. "By the way, Legede and Talli, they're kinda sinking to the bottom of the pool."
Sallia shrugged. "It's alright. Like they're going to die. They can breath that stuff, actually. Leave them there for as long as they need to heal. They'll cough a lot when they surface, yeah, but they'll be fine."
"Oh, ok." Xarik'n smiled cheerfully.
Sallia looked up at Legolas. "Besides, unlike you, I've never been possessed by her or anyone... The closest I came to that was Nazaroth, when I would collapse. I might be able to resist her better, being a woman myself...Perhaps I would not be so easily seduced. I could be wrong, but it's a possibility for Sario and I..." She closed her eyes, thinking. "If you're going to die, I refuse to let you go.... Or go alone, at least. I cannot leave our son without parents...." She dropped off. If Legolas died, she already knew she would eventually die of despair. She might last a bit longer from her drive, but there was more of a chance that it would slack off and she'd die of heartbreak instead of by the blade. She wouldn't cry, though...
Well, she might later, but she would at least wait until no one was around. She loved everyone, but the thought of letting people get too close to her was a bit scary.
"We come up with a plan. No martyrs, everyone who wants to be involved will be. We'll infiltrate, retrieve, distract, whatever we have to do. It is far better to attack with a strategy than haphazardly." She was beginning to sound more like a time-hardened general than herself, partially through her vicious self-control and overly critical eye for detail and strategies. "Get together every general we can. We have something to draw out."

sundin smiled and bowed her head to her uncle in respect "no, it was another first hand account, that is all i wanted" she said smiling, aras was smiling as well and leaned her head on his shoulder


"does it really matter how fast i have them? and in case you didn't here me screaming at my husband in the early hours of the morning a while ago, it wasn't planned!"