He hauled himself upright and his fingers curled and twisted around the wound. In the column of light that shone down from outside, he could see blood...seeping through his pants. He didn’t dare a closer look. Basic healing magic formed a staple of the spectrum of light and Eldrian had studied that section in the past. The grinding, piercing pain cried that he put it to the test. The drowning voice of logic told him that he knew enough for a bad cut at best, not a shattered bone. Such could only. My boots were somewhere downstairs, so I pulled my still-damp hair over my shoulder to avoid wetting my shirt and took a barefoot step or two towards the door. The rider reached out, slipping an arm around my waist and stopping me. He had not yet snapped his jeans and they slid a little way down his hips as he pulled me closer and put his face into my hair. Drawing a few deep breaths through his nose, he stroked my cheek with one palm and held me in silence for several minutes. I didn’t. A strange creature was peering at you from one of the nearby trees, with others not far from the pair of you."Orcs!" you shouted out, recognizing them by their description. "The man-flesh awakes! But is it a tark? Or a strawhead?" their leader hissed at the others.Its companions looked at you with a hint of fear, but mostly with cruel intentions. The words rang familiar to you.You were in the world Tolkien came up with. Lord of the Rings...Sauron, Galadriel, and all the others. And that's where. So then he asked if he could hang out for awhile with me. I said, "Sure, if you want to help me mow that's fine." He did and it took about and hour and a half for us to do. As he was finishing mowing, I went up and grabbed the hose to water the lawn. When he finished mowing I said, "Why don't you go get a bathing suit and will cool of in the water for awhile." He did and we ran through the water for awhile then sat under the tree. That was my mistake, he came around all the time after that. .