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"I still plan to go to Minas Tirith if I can get there." Elrothiel said, her smile coming slightly easier this time. After the initial pain at the applied pressure had passed, the athelas was starting to ease the pain in her shoulder until it was just about bearable, and her breathing had become easier. "The walls should be safe enough for a while so that I can begin to heal. There is nowhere in Rohan I can stay long enough to recover the power to heal myself. As it is, with the spells in that sword, it might be beyond my ability anyway."

"Well, I think that'll be enough for Amaroq here. If I know my family legends correctly, he can sort all the scents of everyone who's touched something and find the scent that he wants." As Hrorik talked he motioned for Amaroq to come and sniff the paper. "Is this lady we're finding an elf or human?"

"Alright, but if the pain begins to feel worse than it already is, we stop and rest for the night. Wouldn't do for us to be delayed or even stopped because our lovely Elrothiel over-exerted herself." Eroswyn gave a light smile at the end of his sentence, turning around to grip the horn of his saddle, pulling himself up onto Lunarexion with little effort. Once he became comfortably seated, he glanced over to the woman, before softly nudging his horse to break it into a light walk. "We'll go at this pace for a while until the athelas fully takes hold."

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"Elrothiel, huh?" She paused, searching though her memories. "I think I know her some how..." As momories flooded her mind, Her face was like, shut up I'm thinking. Deeper and deeper she searched, unabled to find. Then remembering her child hood, A small scene appeared.

Young Nonnah was sitting by a tree on a hot summer day. School just let out, and elven childeren would leave happily to return home, but some kids would gather around her, throwing sticks and stones at the different Nonnah. A group of older girls walked out of school, And one of them spotted Nonnah and the kids and laughed. Out of the five girls, one stayed behind, as the other four ran to join the fun. The one girl ran to Nonnahs defence, causeing the group of rock-throwers to throw some at her, then disapear. Smiling, she turned to the girl, who was now bruise covered. "Hey," she said softly. "I'm Elrothiel."

Then, out of the blue, she said, "And then I moved, otherwise we would have been good friends..." Nonnah sighed, since she was the only one who knew the story as it played back in her mind, and she replyed as if she was telling a story.

"I'm not sure if we should go back to the road I saw a while back, and stick with the direct route, or attempt to save some time and cross through these lands. Both ways are dangerous..foul creatures here, Sauron's servants on the road. Which way would be best.." Eroswyn half spoke to the elf, half murmured to himself, continuing to walk along at a steady pace through the undergrowth beneath his steed, occasionally stopping to ponder turning back but faltering, simply remaining silent with occasional murmurs as he walked along.

"Then it is decided. Is your pain easing yet? It should only be a short while longer until the numbing sensations of the plant begin to take hold." Eroswyn clicked his teeth lightly, Lunarexion knowing this signal to be the command to pick up the pace, his form now trotting along; not at a walking pace like before, but still one Elrothiel could easily keep up with. "Even though I may not know the way, it should only be a matter of days before we reach the White City." As he spoke, something disturbed him, his gaze flickering from side to side as if attempting to pinpoint some unseen danger. Perhaps it was simply paranoia, but something just didn't seem to...click.

"A little." Elrothiel answered. "But I was hoping it would have more effect than this." She sighed. "It doesn't matter. As long as I can ride it's doing its job." She increased the speed slightly to keep pace with him, watching his expression. "What's wrong?" She asked, cursing her injury once again. She felt next to useless - her usually sharp senses were swimming and she had no idea what he was focusing on.

"I'm not sure. Feels like...we're being watched, with every step we make.." His lips curved downwards into a vague frown, cursing under his breath that if his hunch was right, then he had made bad time. "Some men were following me a long ways back, but as soon as I split off in a different direction, I lost them. But yet I still have that same uneasiness..." Eroswyn continued to dart his gaze about, looking over every possible source of cover that one could have hoped to wait in ambush from, though as they headed deeper into the boundaries of these lands, trees becoming more and more dense, his focus could not fall upon every single possible inch of ground.

(Stalling a bit to see if Amaroq and the others can catch up with us, though a bit of combat may be required in the meantime. r_r)