[center][h2][color=silver][u]          [b]Kreneas Shadeweaver[/b]          [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup]Current Location: Mirkwood Encampment[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[center][color=silver][i]"A slip of the foot may injure your body, but a slip of the tongue will injure your bond." - Amit Kalantri[/i][/color][/center]
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Kreneas had kept silent as Irime spoke about her concerns, worries and thoughts. He knew that Amrod's death had greatly impacted the archer, and was sure that his death would forever leave a lasting mark in Irime's thoughts. Kreneas' partner, Eiliandir, had fallen in the same battle, yet the deaths had hit Irime harder than himself. Death was something the magus had to cope with, but at the same time Kreneas knew that people would die in a time of war. It was harsh on the two of them, but the elf knew he had to remain strong for everyone at home.

When Irime laid her head on his shoulder, Kreneas suddenly diverted his attention to a few tree roots sprouting from underneath the soil. He hadn't expected such an action out of Irime, but for the archer's sake Kreneas gently wrapped his arm around Irime along with a smile of his own. For once in a long time, Kreneas had reason to lower his guard as the two sat and conversed about the event that had recently began to haunt their past. To a poet or an artist, their embrace was a lovely scene, despite the obvious depressing atmosphere surrounding the elves like a plague.

In an attempt to lighten up the mood, Kreneas gave Irime a good pat on the shoulder. [color=silver]"Don't speak like that!"[/color] The magus exclaimed. [color=silver]"We're fighting together, Irime. The two of us need to work together, and if that means throwing myself in danger to save you, I would gladly do it to prevent you from dying. As long as we're partners, I'll have your back."[/color] Glancing at Irime, Kreneas gave her an assuring nod as he stated his loyalty to the archer. [color=silver]"And I'm sure you'll have mine as well."[/color]

Yet as quickly Kreneas had tried to lighten up the mood, his attempt disappeared like a candle's wick pinched to extinguish a flame. As quick as her draw, Irime's mood had switched from depression to serious, and it had almost caught Kreneas off guard in the process.The magus believed that there was more that he could do, but at the same time he knew that a possible warzone was not quite the best place for it. Despite the close proximity to the campsite, there was always a possibilty of prowling orcs looking to score a fresh elven kill. [color=silver]"Come,"[/color] Kreneas replied as he slowly stood up and offered his hand to Irime. [color=silver]"Finrod and his cousin must be worried sick about us. We will be sick if we continue sitting out in the open like this, so let's head back to camp. You must still be hungry too."[/color]

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