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[center][h1][color=f6989d] Irime Greenleaf [/color][/h1][/center]


Irime had slithered down the rope and tied Finrod to it in such a mood no beast dare attack her. She was so focused on her task she wasn't even concerned about orcs bothering her. Once back up top she sat by the edge of the ledge and took a breather. The battle and now the recovery mission had really worn her out. She pushed the young elf's body crossways over the saddle and walked the horse back to the camp. 

She could see the pikes from where she stood and she had always been somewhat touchy on the subject of burning the orc bodies. She would rather just let them rot where they lay. Orcs were more likely to eat the bodies of their elven kills than anything.She sighed and when she got back to the remains of their camp she pulled out Finrod's blanket and wrapped him in it. She did this while Luthien was busy and he never looked over to see his cousin's body. 

Irime walked over to Luthien and sat him on the ground. She knew he was in shock and he needed medical attention. Unsure of Kreneas' skills in medicine she took a look and determined that Kreneas had stopped the bleeding which was good. She reached over and grabbed her bag and pulled out a pouch of herbs and she began to chant as she pushed the herbs into the palm of her hand to crush them a little more and then she covered his wound in them. She knew it hurt but she was still frustrated with him.

[color=f6989d]"How were you two scouts? Scouts fight orcs in the line of scouting. You saw both of us leave camp how could you not stay with Finrod? You are taught that from a young child that you are safer in pairs than alone! You KNEW there were orcs in the area and that we had to be careful."[/color] She caught her temper flaring and she pulled it back so she wouldn't just torture the young man. The wound was almost fully healed but she was too tired to keep chanting to make it keep working. 

Luthien was nodding at her. [color=f6989d]"I know, it's my fault as much as his. He was messing with me and I was annoyed with him so I let him go on his own. I shouldn't have let him."[/color]

Irime had lain next to the fire yawning with both her sword, and her bow and arrows on her back. Her head lay on the ground. [color=f6989d]"No! You shouldn't have."[/color]  She looked across the fire at Kreneas and smiled softly as she fell asleep.

[@Aquanthe]