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Chapter 3

"You are wounded," Elaviel's voice carried upon the soft wind as she looked down her comrade with concern in her eyes. Voreria attempted to looked at the back of her shoulder, it had been noticed earlier but she had been to concerned with the large orc that was determined to cut her down. Crimson stained her white shirt though it unnoticed as it was mixed with dirt, sweat and the blood of her enemies. It was only a dull throb but she knew as soon as her adrenaline was gone it would be far more painful.

"Is it fatal?" Voreria asked, raising one dark eyebrow as she looked up at the elf maiden. Elaviel gave her a soft smile, leaning down to take a better look at the wound, earning a wince from Voreria as she probed the skin to hard.

"It is deep but not fatal as I can treat it," the elf answered,"but first you should clean up."

Voriera nodded knowing she was a sight to see covered in blood that wasn't hers, for the most part anyway. She quickly grabbed her knapsack, finding a change of clothes before heading towards a small creek. She stripped her clothing off, washing up as best she could in the shallow water, minding the wound. Her skin was back to it's bronze color and her hair was looking far less messy than it had been. She called to Elaviel knowing the elf would be able to hear her. In a matter of moments the elf was there, grabbing the bag on her hip and searching for some herbs. She walked to her friend, carefully placed the herbs upon the wound, hoping to cause the least pain as possible.

"We were lucky Elladan and Elrohir were there," Elaviel spoke after a few moments,"we were being overrun before the twins arrived."

Voriera let out an exasperated breath, quickly putting on her shirt before turning to the elf. She knew of the danger she had gotten the rest into, the weight fell heavily on her shoulders,"I know, I should not have asked you all to go barging into the ruins without a real plan or at least an estimate of how many were inside."

Elaviel looked at her sadly,"you did what you sought right, we would follow you no matter consequences."

"Which is exactly what I fear," she retorted, attempting to pull on her vest and ignoring the pain in her shoulder,"I do not wish for you to die because of my stupidity."

Elaviel shook her head, placing her hand on Voreira's unharmed shoulder,"you are far from stupid, my friend. Now take those doubts from your head and let us join the others."

She sighed softly but nodded, and was lead back to the camp they had sent up nearly an hour before. It was a simple camp, a fire pit that the men sat around, and some sleeping bags on the outskirts. They were never high maintenance, they couldn't afford to be. Among the men were Ellandan and Elorhir, the twin sons of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. They were half eleven much like their father and sister but that made them no less royal to the elves and they were no doubt extraordinary warriors. As they helped the gang from being overrun by orcs in Fornost.

"Thank you for your help," Voriera bowed her head to the two elves who returned the gesture.

"It is nothing, Voriera, we only happened to be in the same place at the same time," Ellandan retorted.

She smiled softly,"it was luck."

"Or destiny, it is hard to distinguish between the two," Elorhir continued, with a small smile as well.

"What shall you do next?" Alcarin asked, standing up from his seat in front of the fire.

Ellandan answered this time,"we must head back to Rivendell and give our father the news of Fornost."

"Of course," Voriera nodded,"Belain na le."

The elves smiled at the use of their own language, Elorhir nodded,"Calo anor na ven."

Elvish Translations:

Belain na le- The Valar be with you

Calo anor na ven- May the sun shine on your road