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"...which is the current capital of Gondor, where both Ranu and myself are headed."

"I would barely call them an army, but they are of no use. I dispatched the offending uruks. And if we are to go to Gondor, I can take use through less used roads that these beasts won't know of."

She glared at this man. "Beasts?" She questioned. "Who are you to call small muster of humans within a few moments ready to fight at any second beasts!" She hissed. She could tell that she and this guy we not going to get along real well.

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As soon as the healer was knocked out, Van shouted out to the orc to stop. It looked at him for a second, obviously suprised that he knew orcish. He grunted back at him. Van took this as an order to talk fast. Which he quickly did. Van told the Orc that he was in fact still loyal to the forces of Mordor, and was taking this healer back to Harad with becasue his chief was ailing. The orc looked at him and though a moment and gave another grunt. One of the orcs behind Van promptly knocked him out as well. Two orcs picked up Van and Jade and continued their way thru the forest.

"The Uruk-Hai, lassy." He points to the corpses. "If these are scouts, there will be a larger rabble nearby."

((Not really sure what's going on, so I might just carry on with the melodrama for a bit...))

Elrothiel woke up to excruciating pain. Wondering how she had managed to stay sleep for even a short time she caught sight of her sword still stuck in her shoulder. It took all of her effort to even lift her hand; she was definitely not strong enough to move it. Even if she was, she didn't have the energy to treat the wound straight away and removing the sword would immediately cause severe bleeding that could kill her. She struggled to lift her hand again. The pain was so acute that her vision immediately darkened for a second time. In despair, she cried out in elvish, but of course there was nobody to hear her. A tear rolled down her cheek as her body convulsed. She began to sing under her breath in elvish; it was a childish tune but it somehow made her feel better, as if for a second she was close to her own kind and they were sharing her pain...

{{You told my to go get help!!!!}}

She yawned. "Well," She said. "I'm leaving. See you there maybe," She yawned again and unfolded her wings.

Elrothiel came round again with a gasp and realised that her sword had fallen out of her shoulder and that her blood was now spreading everywhere. She panicked for a second before forcing herself to calm. The more she panicked, the more blood she would lose. With a struggle she moved her left hand up to her shoulder. She murmured words in elvish and waited. At first nothing happened and she was afraid that her limited supply of magic had dried up. Then a trickle flowed through her fingers. Her confidence soared and so did the level of magic. She used it sparingly; only repairing damage that would otherwise kill her and making sure that she would be able to move. All to soon her power faded, it was never able to cope with that sort of pressure. She was still bleeding - but not much.

She sat up and hastily opened her bag, spreading items across the ground as she found bandages and herbs to use for a dressing. Then she bound it up as tightly as possible. She sat back and inspected the remaining items. The orcs had not bothered to search her or steal her food, something she was grateful for. She tore off a hunk of bread with her teeth, starving after her use of magic and her unconsciousness. She felt a spasm of pain rip through her body, leaving her gasping for breath and eyes watering as she struggled not to cry out in case there was anyone in the area. She looked for a small bag with only a few dried leaves in it and hastily stuffed one in her mouth. She chewed it quickly and her saliva immediately started breaking it down, sending the natural painkiller into her body.

Within a couple of minutes the pain passed and packing up quickly, she stood up, testing her unsteady legs. She knew it wasn't wise to move, but she had to get to somewhere with a proper healer. She thought fleetingly of following after the orc army and attempting to rescue her friends, but she was in no condition and she knew it. They would have to take care of themselves. She reluctantly turned back towards Gondor. Her horse had fled that way anyway and if she managed to find Sol before he reached Gondor, her chances of reaching the city would be far greater.