edhelernil:
With a grimace, features pinch together, the heel of his right foot hovers above the ground. He experiments with the appendage and gingerly places the slightest bit of pressure upon it — only to jam his tongue between his teeth in order to bite back a groan that threatened to fall from the thin aperture of his disposition. ‘Sprained — or perhaps broken, I cannot say, but a splint or something of that nature would do it good.’
Emerald eyes shot to his own as she watched, blades dripping with black blood, her quiver long since empty. “Can you make it back? We must make haste, Legolas- they have heard us.” She approached cautiously, “Use me as your crutch- we must go.” Pleading eyes shot around his form as she worried the spiders would be drawn to the orc’s they had just dispatch none too silently.
