Thread: Dude X Imogen

Imogen said Elowen twisted and lunged between the Orcs ranks, destroying anything that came within reach of her blade. The Elves have no love for the Orcs and the overwhelming stench of filth and gore roused her spirit. She entrusted the human at her back yet as he tired his movements slowed. She kept his weak form in her peripheral until the Orcs lay slain on the precious forest floor. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and turned away from the deformed corpses that stained the soil. Elowen looked at the man cautiously. His dark raiment clung tightly to his strong form, soaked in blood that streamed steadily from his sword arm. Elowen parted her lips to speak but the man lost consciousness. She darted forward to catch the man as he fell, softening his collapse by curling one slender arm beneath him. Even with her Elven strength, the man felt heavy. She lowered him to the ground to spare his injured arm and stood over him, contemplating his unexpected appearance, when her companions arrived. Elowen! Gindolin called. She greeted him in her native tongue and answered their questioning glances by explaining what she had witnessed. Orcsso close to our border. This is what comes of welcoming humans into our forest, Elidyr said, shaking his fair head in disdain. If the people of the caravan are dead, then we will give them proper burial. Leave the man. We cannot leave him, Elowen insisted. It would be unjust. Elidyr looked at her sharply, a challenge ready on his lips, when Gindolin interfered. Gindolin, wise beyond their years, claimed superiority in their small sentry. With his graceful arms outspread, he said, Let us heal the man. He has done a good deed and should be repaid for it. When he has recovered, we will escort him from the forest. Elidyr nodded and reluctantly helped Gindolin hoist the injured man onto his back. Together, they made their way to the Healers infirmary where the Elven healers laid the man on a soft bed and tended his wounds. Gindolin and Elidyr split yet again Elidyr gathering Elves to collect the fallen innocents for burial and Gindolin making an official report to the Lord of Sylvari. Gindolin insisted that it would be wise for Elowen to accompany him due to her participation in the conflict yet Elowen politely declined. I am needed here, Gindolin. I will meet with our Lord when he calls upon me, Elowen said. Gindolin bowed his head and with a curious glance at the wounded man, left the infirmary. The healers completed their work and departed. The rough warrior Elowen had encountered now seemed tamer wrapped in bandages on a white cotton sheet. The open walls of the infirmary revealed a beautiful birds view of the Elven city houses grown out of tree roots and nestling high in the canopy. A soft wind rustled the leaves of the tree and caressed Elowens cheek as she settled into a wooden chair grown out of the floor near the mans bed and patiently waited for him to awaken. Click to expand... Many hours later Thoril awakened with a labored gasp of air. His eyes slowly blinked open. His was suffering from blurred tunnel vision from his previous ordeal. The next thing that would assault his senses was the tremendous amount of pain that he felt all over his body. He grunted as he sat up slowly, which was difficult considering that he just took a crossbow bolt to the abdomen. As the soft blanket slid down, he shown his muscled yet wounded body. His chest was well formed and his deltoids well defined. His biceps were supple, and his forearms big and sinewy. His abdominal muscles were visible as well. He felt that he couldn't move his sword arm due to the earlier mace blow and later saw the huge bandage on his shoulder from were the axe hit him. Having no shirt, he saw that the crossbow bolt was taken out and the wound covered in bandages. With the one hand that he could move he felt his lower jaw were he took the knife slash, feeling yet another bandage. He soon was able to breath more properly and looked around, noticing the elven ranger who aided him earlier. He at first made eye contact with her, and as he looked her over had a slight dumbfounded look. Growing up in a city with many races he saw many half-elves, but this full blooded elf was stunning! He broke his gaze with her and looked around, wondering if the elves spoke common tongue Where am I? he asked her after a long, awkward silence