Aearlin & Silinde - The Begining - 07

[sitaray]

A wince flicked across his fingers as he sat. Even with help, the area across his midsection flared in protest as he sat up. Water was sipped at - he didn't dare gulp just yet - and he felt the ache in his throat diminish somewhat. A clearer voice, though not fully healed, replied to the question posed. "Aye, orcs. It is the only reason I wish to

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[anonymous]

He was intently listening to questions, which were reasonable given the circumstances, but not interesting to the blonde. It told him nothing about this exotic ellon, and so Silinde started to tune out the conversation, and instead try to come up with his own explanations. But at the mention of his name, his head snapped up, looking between the two elves. Then, thankfully, Aearlin spoke.

Did he just say bath? Oh how was he to keep his head about him if he took the injured ellon to bathe. This was surely torture for that time he got Legolas in trouble. But one look at the strange ellon, Silinde knew he didn’t have much of a choice. “Of course I can help. After all the patching up Lord Elrond and his sons have done for me, it’s the least I can do. It’s no trouble at all.” But before escorting his charge to the baths, he went to his long time friend. “Elrohir, can you do me a favor?” At this question, the Mirkwood warrior presented a scroll, sealed my none other than the King of Mirkwood. “I had come to the healing wing by the advice of the staff. Your father is obviously busy, and I now have a task of my own. I would appreciate if you could give this to him at your earliest convenience mellon nin.”