It was now early morning the next day, and the camp was beginning to waken. Astaras was the current warden on watch. The elf could not help but sigh in amused resignation when he heard a shout from the Silver Noldo's bedroll.
"They are just bruised! It will heal quickly I'm sure!" Lamaenon exclaimed as he wormed his way from the healer elfs hold. The Galadhel's hand grabbed for his blanket to wrap in.
Astaras had to chuckle at Angnil's perseverance. "Good morning Lamaenon, good morning Angnil."
