ℛᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ~low semi-lit~a LOTR roleplay-FELLOWSHIP NEEDED

[Farrah]

Evan nodded.
"I'm minoring in medicine." And majoring in military tactics... he thought to himself, again feeling uneasy. How much of this had been him, and how much had been Eomer? He knelt down by the young woman, who lay on the porch, her eyelids fluttering.
"Do you know where she's been injured?" Eomer could see no actual wound on the elf, although she definitely did not look well. He wished he had a medical bag or something at the moment, but unfortunately he didn't. Her pulse was going a hundred miles a minute, though - either a result of the battle she'd just been in or something else...had to be the battle. When she moved to hand Amara the bag, he jumped a little bit.

[one step c l o s e r]

Aranel

I answered for Amara. "Nazgûl threw me into a tree," I muttered. "Went unconscious." I shook my head again. My vision was still blurry, and my thoughts were muddled. "Give me the herbs, I'll eat them in a sec." I closed my eyes. "Let me clear my thoughts." I breathed slowly, trying to sort out the jumble of images in words in my head, but to no avail. Nothing was working. "Oh, great," I growled.

[Farrah]

"Nazgûl..." Evan's mind flashed with memories he didn't remember - tales his uncle had told him - was he in a hall of sorts? - the small flood of memories briefly felt like a bad headache, and once he could think straight, he wondered if he had ever really wanted all of Eomer's memories and his own. He felt tired, like it was too much to take in. It had only been what - an hour? Two? Maybe a couple of hours? And he had discovered that he was a reincarnate of a book, that there were elves and orcs and probably much fouler creatures of darkness- Evan cut himself off, realizing that he had been drifting to a different language in his thoughts - that he had been thinking like Eomer. No. I am Evan, not Eomer. he forced himself to think about his childhood - football, school, fencing practice, horse-back riding...He shook his head, focusing on the elf.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, surprised by how shaky his voice was.

[one step c l o s e r]

Aranel

"Can't think straight," I murmured tiredly. "Nazgûl must've done something." I opened my blue eyes again, trying to focus on the boy. Uncertainly, I asked, "Evan, right? You look like Eomer; are you his reincarnate?"

[Agent Blackhawk]

Marten jumped from the tree and started running as fast as his little hobbit legs could carry him after Aaron. He didn't know why but he felt an overwhelming sense of loyalty to this boy.

Beriadanwen had picked off the last of the orcs that had been stupid enough to follow her and started trotting back towords Aaron's house.

[božemprosti]

Most of the Orcs have died, only the Ringwraith's left but they didn't come so quickly toward us. I ran to Aranel and Miluel.
"Evan, boy. Your minor in medicine doesn't mean anything. I have a more than 10 majors in medicine. Now shh." I took him by his shoulders and pushed him aside slowly. "Aranel, you don't eat the herbs, you fool." I opened my pouch, took my tarionic and smash 'n' mixed some herbs and added an oily substance. I took some fabric which humans use. A gauze is it? I pressed it on the wound and took three-five more herbs into my tarionic and mixed them with the oil and gave it to Aranel to inhale.
"Miluel, darling. My healing abilities are not ever so impressive. Don't praise me for what I do not deserve." I winked at her.

As Aranel was taken care of, the Nazgul were still coming towards us. I took out my staff and said the words of the light of Valar. A strong light shone out of my staff making the Nazgul flee.

[one step c l o s e r]

Aranel

"Right," I muttered. "Not thinking straight." I breathed in the scent of the herbs and opened my eyes to see a blurry Nazgûl approaching.
"Ego, Nazgûl!" I commanded under my breath. "Go back to where you came!"

Aaron

I cantered Brego into the woods, and saw Beriadanwen approaching. "Run!" I hissed to her, skidding Brego to a halt. "There are Nazgûl in these woods. Go to Amara's house."

[time stands still.]

Miluiel

She reached the others, and they all fled back to Amara's. She stood again beside Aranel, and grinned at Galasrinion. Ever the cheekiest Wizard, she thought. "Stay quiet, Aranel," she commanded. "You're still weak from the injury. Let Galasrinion do his work."

Amara

Amara sighed, glad that Evan knew medicine, and that galasrinion came so quickly. "Still, Gala," she said politely, "If there is ever an instance where you are not available and someone is injured, Evan's skills could prove to be useful."

[božemprosti]

(ihiihhihihih. cheeky. i love that word. danke schön mil. hohoho. Also, I hate that every time I try to type Nazgul with ^, it comes like this : Nazg^ul. why...................................)

The Nazgul which approached fled before my magic.
I did my work. "Don't inhale with deep breaths. You're going to get high. And we don't need a stoned Elf on the battlefield. Oh, Lady Amara. I do not mean to be rude or anything, but do not call me Gala. Lady Galadriel, the Wise, the Last Wielder of Nenya, and I have a common name. Well, a rather quite similar and I do not wish to do her any disrespect by being called like her." I told Amara.
"By the way, Evan, Eomer, whatever. If you wish to learn more about medicine, well, the theoretic part, I can teach you. What ever you wish. Well, not all of it. I don't know like 15 of them, but most. I would gladly make a list for you." I removed the gauze from Aranel's mouth and nose as soon as I started to see her having an ape-like smile on her face. "Well, she doesn't need much..."

[Agent Blackhawk]

"Oh, wonderful." Beriadanwen muttered, turning Duilin around. She beckoned for Aaron to follow and cantered off, picking up Marten and setting him in front of her on the way.