Hours and armies couldn’t keep me away (Haldir) TA 1981
Jun 7, 2018 19:14:22 GMT -5
Post by Mîrioniel on Jun 7, 2018 19:14:22 GMT -5
“Mîrioniel!”
"I am fine." She informed him, shortly. The orc was no longer moving and thus not a threat to them. All the blonde elf could do was keep herself moving, and be an extra pair of eyes for Haldir, in case more orcs appeared from elsewhere. There was always a use for one, if it was discovered.
“Keep going,”
Nodding, she kept backtracking. Regardless of the pain, she kept her arm as tight to her side as she could bear, minimising as herself as a target. She could not wane now, later she would allow herself to succumb to the pain, such indulgences were not fit for the heat of battle. She saw the orc aiming at her once more, even more clearly as Haldir bent to fetch up another weapon from the floor, that he then cast toward the beast, distracting him enough for them to retreat further.
"Haldir!" She called after the elf, as he suddenly made a death charge toward the largest of the orcs, heavily armoured considering his compatriots. Mîrioniel watched with widened eyes, her lips slightly parted. Crystalline blue eyes were utterly transfixed by the battle she was watching before her, the grace and poise of Haldir as he swung the axe toward the foul beast. She would not dare to call his actions foolhardy, for he knew precisely the angle from which to strike. However, the death blow was not witnessed by her, as she saw movement from the corner of her eye. The infernal archer had not given up his prize of a kill so easily. Mîrioniel remained perfectly still, eyes turned his direction, keeping her head facing forward as if she had not spotted him.
The orc drew back the string and fired.
The blackened bolt whistled directly at her, and she feinted at the last second, however, not as much as she would have liked as the pain from her shoulder and arm lanced through her entire body. The arrow flitted past her face, not quite grazing her cheek, but flicking at some of her golden hair. She turned at the sound of a heavy thump, sending pleas to Eru that it was not Haldir. Instead, she saw the archer with an axe buried heavily in its chest. The creature looked down at the weapon protruding from its abdomen, and then fell face forward to the ground. The last of their enemies felled by Haldir's expertise, bravery and eminent skill.
“Brennil nîn. Your wound!”
Relief washed through her, like a brisk wind on a muggy day. For the first time since the orcs attacked, she felt capable of taking a deep cleansing breath. Such a thing caused immense pain, and she glanced down at her mangled shoulder and arm. Her jaw went slack, her brow came together, her eyes wide and watery. The adrenaline of the fight was quick to dwindle and depart as it was to rush to the fore during a time of need. It left behind an all encompassing exhaustion, and pain. A myriad of such hurt that she had never experienced, throbbing from blood loss, an ache of punctured muscle, and sharp twinges whenever she so much as jostled her injured side. It was inconceivable that warriors could endure such an acute mix of agony whenever they went to battle. Haldir had rushed headlong toward the fray, risking such as this, and more.
Her eyes lifted to his face, pain and wonder all entwined together. Depths unknown, any living being had them, a lesson hard learned. She would never again be so dismissive of any other Eldar as she had been of Haldir.
"The tips were not poisoned." Mîrioniel informed him, for she would have succumbed to the injuries before now. "But they must be removed." Her voice tranquil as ever, was marred by heavy breathing, the halting manner of which was caused by each pained breath. Having read a great many epics and tributes to battles past, she was aware of the way that the arrow needed to be broken, and pulled through the flesh of her body. Only then could the wound be bound. The blonde elleth did not relish the prospect, whilst simultaneously wishing to be rid of the orc bolts that plagued her.
"I cannot do it myself." She admitted, looking back to the Captain who had seen her to safety, even at the risk of his own life.