I am lying on the soft grass at the Dúnedain site, just a few metres above Muil's favourite spot. Her favourite spot is a giant stone in the pond, so I've decided it would be better to lay her down on something more comfortable. My whole body aches, as I've carried her all the way from the South Guard Ruins, where a battle took place.
This battle was a bloody one and I don't wish to remind myself of it ever again.
Briefly though, several people were injured. A few elves... and perhaps a man... But I was there to protect Muil at any cost, including the hardships of others. I am ashamed of myself now - not only because I could have protected more of them, but because both I and Muil got injured in the process anyway. I got hit by an arrow in my stomach, but the shot was weak. The wound wasn't deep, and in fact it doesn't even hurt anymore. Muil got it worse. In the final stage, when we already cheered victoriously, we were barraged by a volley of arrows. Some blocked it with their shields, some blocked it with their armour, but Muil - while wearing her flawless light red robe - got an arrow right in her shoulder. If I was ten years younger, I would panic. But experience taught me not to, and I think I did my very best to get her safely out. Besides, Avalanche covered me as I carried her unconscious body away from the battle; and Avalanche would never fail her like I did. I called for Woods, but he just seems to have dissapeared, so I actually had to carry her for more than three miles, all the way to Towerfold. Now that I think about it, I cannot believe I did it... but perhaps my love for her gave me strength.
So here she lies next to me - bandaged, cured and asleep. Though I have been succesful in providing first aid lately, I haven't kept my promise of protecting Muil from all harm - shame on me. But above all I am glad she's alive. And I admit, her leadership skills surprised me. If I didn't know it was her, I would think Kalesiar himself was leading the offensive.
