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

Irime had slept lightly, as usual when out in the mirkwood. It was dangerous to sleep too deeply for many reasons, the first of most recently being Orcs. She had also slept with her footwear on, as well as her hand on the hilt of her sword and her bow and quiver within reach of her fingertips. The instant the sunlight hit her face her eyes opened fully as if she had been awake the entire time. She partly had been. She had heard everything said and every movement the two men had made. When she got up she was ready for war but instead made her way over to Luthien and finished healing him. 

[color=f7941d]"I'm sorry. Finrod and I weren't ready. We shouldn't have come."[/color] Luthien said to Irime as she finished with his now healed wound. She gave a sad smile and nodded. Grabbing her pack and stuffing her blanket inside of it She secured it to her horse as she said something in elvish to it. Luthien helped her heave his cousin's body across the saddle of his horse and his gear was attached as well. Once everything was ready to go they headed back. 

[center][u][h2]Mirkwood Frontline Camp[/h2][/u][/center]

Irime kicked her horse into a gallop and she pulled Finrod's horse behind her and she rode into the center of camp and slid off of her horse. She was angry and she was going to let Ithithara know it. She looked around and found many of the newcomers gathered around the general and Ithithara discussing battle plans. Irime walked right into the middle of the meeting pulling the horse with the dead body with her. Everyone went silent and looked at her and the horse. Loudly she spoke to her audience.

[color=f6989d]"Excuse me. I thought I would return your scouts. One of the cousins is alive because I healed him. This one was not so lucky."[/color] She looked straight at Ithithara. [color=f6989d]"We were attacked by eight or nine orcs. We burned six bodies this morning and the others ran off. I would not suggest sending scouts to battle as warriors when they haven't been trained to fight orcs in combat. They will die and their deaths will be on your shoulders just as this one is." [/color]

Irime walked out of the meeting circle and back to her horse. She climbed up it and sat astride and turned it to move into a gallop when she caught Kreneas' eye. Instead of leaving him there to deal with the sting that would surely follow her words she sat and waited.

[@Aquanthe]