Tir Mithrin O Forod

Aeruthuil stares in to the fire as he hears the faint sounds of voices, crying and groaning. He chews his lip as he tries to ignore it all although it would prove to be a harder task than he imagined. He closes his eyes in another desperate attempt to ignore what was going on and what had happened but within seconds he opens them again at the sound of Calardor's voice. He blinks as he looks around the camp with a grin before it faints..

Aeruthuil lets out a sigh as he looks around. All the men seemed to be long asleep by now, he smiled for a moment before looking down towards Ayla who had been sleeping on his lap. He carefully goes through her hair, playing with it for a while. Her hair had gotten longer, he hadn't noticed before but it was nice. He smiled to himself again as he stares in to the fire. He could not have been more luckier and happier with a woman like her, she means the world to him.