The closest place that could be used as a reasonable shelter was the settlement that some small folks stubbornly insisted to keep even after the war established itself as the permanent reality of the moors. It was now the favorite place for the adventurers and fortune seekers that were not welcomed in the military encampments, as the military leader would have preferred such initiative discouraged. Some of their work was still welcomed, chopping wood for barricades, maybe even as hired help for cooking or running someone’s personal errands, for reasons that would not justify an military messenger.
In return, or rather because they would not willingly give to the enemy any land or life, the army of the free people was defending the little town as well as it managed, while the enemy would not make it a main target for its lack of strategic importance. And in their favor: they welcomed the elves in need of help and offered all the help that they could offer. Their improbable leader was a halfling, white hair but otherwise strong and sturdy as a dwarf, with eyes of steel and some cicatrices making one wonder on his past. He was sent for and he answered promptly just after the guards helped the party to a bigger hall, and he was courteous with the elves and unafraid of them or of the grim sight that the two elves badly wounded and unconscious were. Tyelpenasse fainted too while carried and his sister would not leave his side for a moment. The other healer remained as well with them and the two archers announced they would rather keep guard by their Captain. Turuviel’s life was in no danger despite some blood loss, but she seemed weak and the healer decided to keep her asleep for a while helping the body to recover some strength. She would have been of no use in an eventual fight as she was anyway. And the wound from the warg byte, now covered in white bandages impregnated with some calming salve that the healer had with her, made the elleth feel sorrowful for the girl when she will wake up: she was young, very young, and that would will leave her face mutilated for a long time. She knew from gossip that the girl has recently lost the love of someone she held dear and such loss of her beauty will for sure be at such an age cause of deep pain. The healer felt inclined to let her sleep some more before giving her the inevitable news.
They held council and Turuninde told her intention to have her brother taken to Imladris when (she deliberately avoided the word “if”, that was slashing her heart) he would be well enough to resist the ride, and to remain by his side for a while, at least until he was better. The archer with the wounded hand, who seemed more comfortable with taking a leader role for their group now that Tyelpenasse was unable to lead, bowed his head in agreement. The blue armored healer graciously offered to join that trip to the Valley, when possible, and do all in her power to help the recovery of Tyelpenasse. Ruthion and the giant shield elf left soon after to take the report to Glan Vraig. The chances for an ambush were small but two strong fighters were better than one in case the roads showed them any danger.
