Arthasdir watches the woman fall to the ground, without hesitation he would raise his blade high and bring it down with a roar, aiming to behead the bitch.
Mornenion would widen his eyes once more, wide grin spreading across his face as Domruth faints. However, that expression would turn to one of concern as he sees Arthasdir raise his blade. He'd run and try to stop Arthasdir, pushing the man away, "No! We need to trap her in the tomb!" Arthasdir hits the dirt beside the woman, stepping away as his roar dies off.
Caithryth stays on top of the fallen warrior, trying to keep her straddled and curls her left hand into a fist, aiming directly for her face for some good old-fashioned knuckle remodelling. Lheuwen catches up, offering Caithryth a hand up if desired. "What do we do now?" Caithryth ignores Lheuwen as she seems to be busy. Caithryth's attack has no effect. It feels as if she's getting weak when she gets close to the face and her hand never connects. Caithryth stops her endeavours, with a frustrated grunt, and looks around at her surroundings.
Lheuwen looks to Mornenion, ready to help with whatever the plan is, but then decides to come up with a plan of her own, asking, “Does anyone have any rope?”
Mornenion shouts, trying to get everyone’s attention, as he knows he is the only one who knows about the tomb and it’s inscription, “Quiet everyone! Listen to me!” Lheuwen looks at Mornenion with new respect. Mornenion puffs out in a slight sigh, “Help carry her body to the tomb, back where we fought the wight. I will seal her in there, though it will weaken me substantially.”
Caithryth raises a brow, asking with the ignorance of the race of man, “How can we be sure no one digs her out again?” At the same time, Caithryth pulls the damp, ragged remains of her hood back.
Mornenion answers, quite simply, “I will put a curse on it, so that no one will be able to.”
Caithryth looks at the elf in awe, “You... can do that?”
Arthasdir walks around a little, still listening, he would sheath his blade before retrieving his other that had been cast off.
Mornenion nods, struggling to explain it somewhat, as such a thing is quite normal for an elf to a degree, “Yes. But it will weaken me. Using that much of my spirit is exhausting.”
Arthasdir suggests, looking back at the body of Domruth, “I say we cut her limbs... make sure she is useless...”
Mornenion shakes his head, “No. It won't work. Tying her up is best.”
Lheuwen looks around, and notices coils of rope near the gazebo. She limps over to collect some up as fast as she can. "Help me tie up the witch!"
Carmillia, who doesn’t seem to have understood Mornenion, says, “How about we just kill her?”
Mornenion closes his eyes with a sigh, annoyed at the stupidity of some men, “She can't be killed.”
Lheuwen limps back with plenty of rope, which she hands round. "Here. Tie her limbs!" Caithryth looks up at Mornenion with a bit of awe, and nods. She does push herself off the 'corpse' and reaches for her weapons. She pulls the dagger out of her back, before trying to turn her onto her back, so she can reach for her sword. "Help me with that, please." Arthasdir removes his helm, holding it under his arm, blood drips from a small gash by his temple. Lheuwen rapidly and tightly binds Domruth's wrists and ankles, with others' help if they wish. Caithryth puts her boot onto Domruth's chest and draws her sword out of her. Then she helps the others preparing her for transport.
Mornenion would step away from Domruth's body, "We need to move quickly. Before the moon disappears. If it does, she'll wake again."
Lheuwen nods in understand, “I cannot walk well, so I cannot carry her. But I can guard those who do.”
Mornenion would nod, then looking to Lheuwen, "Lead the way. I will follow behind, I need to get my helm."
Arthasdir would wait till she was fully tied up before moving forward and lifting the body onto his shoulders.
Mornenion would jump down from the rock and retrieves his helm. Lheuwen tries to remember the winding way back, leading the others slowly back through the maze. The company is still wary, in case some Angmarim appear to stop them, but that does not happen. Eventually, they make it back to the tomb upon the plateau, walking through the water and up the stairs to it. Lheuwen is barely still conscious as she mounts the final steps to the tomb, leading the others. She slumps beside the tomb. Her face is very pale. Arthasdir walks forward, dumping the body down heavily next to the tomb. The lid is still open from when they removed it previously.
Mornenion looks to Arthasdir, “Place her body inside.” Arthasdir steps back, picking up the body, raising her and then dropping her down into the tomb. Caithryth looks at Arthasdir and grabs the body at one end, helping him.
Lheuwen fades in and out of consciousness, dimly watching the others manipulate the witch into her prison.
Mornenion would then lean down to grab the lid, "Help me put it back on." Arthasdir moves to the end, pulling the lid back across. Caithryth helps the two to heave the lid back onto the tomb. The lid would slide shut. Then, the eyes of the stone figure on top of the lid would glow blue, showing that Domruth has successfully been sealed away.
Caithryth glances at Lheuwen, then looks at Mornenion, “End this now.” Mornenion would nod, motioning for everyone to move away from the tomb, "Give me some space. You don’t want to get caught up in the curse." Carmillia is the only one that doesn’t move and despite his dislike for the thief, he tells her, “Carmillia. Move away.” She listens to him this time and walks back away from the tomb.
Arthasdir shakes his head a little, turning and kneeling to look Lheuwen in the eyes, “What's hurt?” Lheuwen looks up at Arthasdir. Her eyes don't focus. Her right arm and leg are completely soaked in blood. Lheuwen says, obviously lying, “I'm fine.” Caithryth shakes her head, “No, you're tough. That's a difference.” Arthasdir would kneel by her side, taking his cloak off and ripping strips from it, he would then go about tying them around her wounds. Carmillia walks up to her friends covered in many bruises and small cuts and have a large, nasty bruise on her left cheek.
Mornenion would kneel down by the tomb, running his hands over the tomb. He would start chanting words, his voice sounding deeper, more ethereal than usual. There would be a feeling, like static in the air as the chant goes on and Mornenion stands and runs his hand over the edges of the lid where it meets the rest of the tomb. To the men, it would seem like magic, for sure.
Lheuwen allows Arthasdir to bind her wounds. She suddenly seems very young for all she has been through tonight. Arthasdir goes about each wound, stemming the blood. Caithryth looks over Arthasdir's fingers, not at all controlling whether he does things correctly.
Caithryth does get distracted by Mornenion's chanting and she looks to the side, watching him with interest.
Mornenion would step back as he finishes the curse. He sighs. He looks very drained now, dark circles under his eyes and his skin gaunt.
Carmillia walks to Mornenion, to try and support him, reaching her arm out so he can lean on her if he wishes to. Mornenion would step away from Carmillia, going to lean against a pillar instead of letting the small woman help him.
Lheuwen mumbles, “I want to sleep.”
Caithryth looks about, “We need to get out of this hellhole first.”
Mornenion calls over, driven by a will of his own, different from the rest of the company’s, “We will leave together. Get past the dead and return to the horses.”
Caithryth raises a brow, a little confused, “Shouldn't we go to that little settlement?”
Mornenion shakes his head, “Just get to the horses first.”
Caithryth shrugs, “Your orders.”
Carmillia moves to leave, calling back, “C’mon then.” She then makes her way ahead.
Caithryth looks down to Lheuwen, “Arthasdir, let's take her between us.” Arthasdir nods putting an arm round Lheuwen. The Dunlending very shakily gets to her feet, leaning heavily on the others. Caithryth offers her a shoulder and puts her arm around her back. "Steady now."
Lheuwen murmurs, “I'm fine... really...”
Caithryth and Arthasdir help Lheuwen get moving. Caithryth says to Lheuwen as they walk, “If you can walk back you’ve won. Or so they say.”
Lheuwen, clearly out of it, slurs, “I always win.”
Mornenion would follow, walking slowly. It is clear making the curse has weakned him. Carmillia jumps over the water, a little less scared of it now than she was before.
Caithryth looks to Lheuwen, grinning, “Never prove me wrong, then.” Lheuwen slurs all her words and keeps stumbling. Caithryth smirks, “Was that a 'Yes Caith, you're right, Caith'?”
Lheuwen mumbles, “How much further?”
Caithryth looks up, trying to reassure her, “Just a bit.”
As the reach Dead Lake, where the undead has been swarming in the hundreds, bright warm sunlight hits them all. It fills them with a sense of calm. And the undead have mostly disappeared. A few still mill about, but it is nothing compared to what was there before.
Caithryth looks up at the sun, “See, the sun is already coming out on the horizon.”
Lheuwen mutters, “Just feel cold.”
Caithryth looks concerned, but tries to stay positive, “Just a bit further, then we'll get the horses and get you a good, warm bed in Guruth. And someone to take a look at those wounds, too.”
Carmillia looks back, “We can stick to the hillside and make it to Ost Guruth.”
Caithryth answers back, “Mornenion said horses, we go to get the horses.” Mornenion would go to say something, but then nods, "Yes, I need my horse." Mornenion would start walking in the direction of the horses, the way that they got here, but this time not having to be so careful to avoid the dead.
Lheuwen's face is looking strangely grey. Caithryth looks at Arthasdir with concern in her eyes. Arthasdir takes more of the weight, powering on with haste. Caithryth says, more to herself than to Lheuwen, “Only up that hill.”
They reach to top of the hill, getting to the ruin where all the horses are tied up. Arthasdir commands, “Get her on my horse… I will ride for shelter and help.” Arthasdir moves to Sinners side, taking his reigns and leading the great black stallion over.
Mornenion would walk up to his horse, putting his helm into a saddle back and then, with some effort, pulling himself up onto it.
Caithryth waits with Lheuwen, whose breathing is now shallow and ragged. Her eyes are only a couple of millimetres open. Arthasdir, as he gets closer, says, “She is fading...” Caithryth urges Arthasdir, “Get her some aid quickly!” Arthasdir helps to lift Lheuwen on to Sinner's back. Caithryth helps Lheuwen up as well. Mostly holding her up, once she's on the horse's back.
Carmillia grabs her bags and Lheuwen’s, to keep it safe. She then ties her bags and Lheuwen’s to her pony Bob's saddle.
Mornenion looks to the fading Lheuwen on the back of Sinner, “Go then. And farewell. I hope you find her help.”
Arthasdir nods, “I will go with haste.” Arthasdir would nod to the others and speed off, not waiting for a longer goodbye, holding Lheuwen steady, he would ride off.
Mornenion would nod, then looking to Caithryth and Carmillia, "Farewell to you both as well."
Caithryth raises a brow, confused at Mornenion’s farewells, “Where are you going?”
Mornenion answers, tiredness in his voice, “I am going to Rivendell. I need to inform the elves there of what happened here. And so that I can recover, properly.”
Caithryth nods simply in understanding, “I'll inform Fiontann or Gaeded, when we meet them again.”
Carmillia mutters, “Stay safe, Mornenion”
Mornenion would nod, "Thank you. I will return, at some point. Time goes differently for me. Hopefully you'll still be about. Most of you are decent people." He seems to aim that at Caithryth, not Carmillia. Yet she is the one who answers first, “You're decent as well. I am sorry for being a stupid kid. I now realise the world is bigger and more dangerous than I thought.” Mornenion doesn’t really seem to listen to her, instead looking to Caithryth who speaks after, “I hope that you will, Mornenion, and I am thankful that I was able to walk a few steps along that path of life alongside you,” she pauses for a moment before grinning, "I've never seen elves before!"
Mornenion would look towards the road, "I must get going now. I would like to make good progress before I tire too much."
Caithryth nods. "Farewell!"
Mornenion would say farewell in Sindrian, not something he would usually say, even among his own kind. But he thinks it’s fitting for these men, “Sílo in elin erin bâd gîn. May stars shine on your path.”
Carmillia looks confused, “I have no idea what you just said but, thanks, I guess, and you too.” Caithryth smiles a bit dreamily at Mornenion as he bids them farewell in Sindarin.
Mornenion would move Rin forward, past the two, and then kicks him into a gallop, moving fast towards the road, disappearing into the distance, heading back to Rivendell once again.
