The fighting broke out quickly and Amras launched two arrows at orcs knocking them dead. He got another arrow out and fired at another orc. His brain was frazzled as he fought the orcs, he wasn't why but as he fought in the back of his mind a voice screamed for him to fight and live. He turned and saw an Orc that seemed to have sneaked up behind him.

Amras was about to shout out to warn him but by the time he did an arrow had imapiled the orc. Celegorm turned around in shock as the orc fell. Another arrow flew past them and hit another orc that was sneaking around them.

An orc rushed the tree that the arrows came from when another arrow shot from the side of the forest hitting the orc. Not killing him but sending him backward, only when another arrow was shot did the orc finally fall over.

Amras turned ignoring the help they got and just focused back on the batte. He dodged an attack from an orc and used an arrow to stab them and used the same arrow to fire at a target that ran at them. He had no idea why he was fighting with such a will to live. Yet, it was there and burning brighter.

"Amrod," He said softly, feeling the will to fight and survive grow more inside his mind.

"Amras? Are you alright?" Asked Celegorm as he came over to him. Amrod turned to him and found himself out of breath. Yet, he just nods and pushes hair that fell out of his short braid out of his face. He looked at the others who were just gathering themselves together. His gaze then fell to where the two mysterious figures came out of the forest and walked over to them.

"Thank you for your help," Ardhel said to them.

"That is not a problem," One of them said, drawing back their hood their long brown hair fell out.

"Right. We are grateful but who are you two?" Curufin asked.

"We are part of the Avari. I am Tirdir and this is Arassel." He said.

"Well thank you again for your help," Glorfindel said.

"Right. We should be leaving now," Curufin said as he turned and staggered forward. Celegorm caught him and saw his leg looked injured. He looked back at the two Avari elves and asked, "Are your homes far? My brother is hurt and needs help."

"Turko! I am fine," Curufin said standing up ignoring the pain in his leg. Since during his fight he realized he must have sprained it.

"We do have a village not too far," Arassel said.

"Perfect!" Said Celegorm as he picked up Curufin.

"TURKO! LET ME DOWN YOU ANIMAL-BRAINED IDIOT!" Curufin shouted as he tried to get out of his brother's grip.

"Shush!" The fair-haired elf replied as he whistled the horses over and put him on his horse and grabbed the reins to lead the horse to the village. As this unfolded Ardhel, Glorfindel, and Ecthelion were laughing together. Even Amras found himself smiling ever so slightly, watching his brothers act like this was helpful for his mind. Yet, now as he followed them something had shifted in the back of his mind slightly. The will to go on and fight was burning ever brighter.

The two Avari elves lead them through the forest towards their village. As they traveled Celegorm found out that this group of elves of Avari became nomads traveling from place to place in order to avoid Morgoth's force. That interested Curufin since in this topic that fact they figured out a way to have a small moveable forge was fascinating to the injured crafter. The others just jumped in with periodic questions about the village which the two elves answered the best they could. Amras just rode in the back looking at the threes and the area around them.

When they finally reached the Avari village or rather camp they found it in a large clearing near a cliffside that led to a cave. There were rows of tents of all sizes sent up around the large clearing. They acted as both home or store. As for the cave, that acted as a storage area as well as the main area where the warriors of the group slept and stayed. The leader of this group of Avari also stayed there or the large tent set up right next to the cave. Yet, they ignored all of this and headed to the large tent sent up by a grouping of trees that were scattered into the clearing. This area had a small stream running by it making it an ideal place for the healer's tent.

When they got to the healer's tent he was outside kneeling by the stream cleaning some clothes. His black hair tied back, he looked up as they approached. He smiled when he did and nodded at them. "I see you bring me a patient." He said.

"Yes," Said Tirdil with a little nod.

"Well bring him over," He said.

"I am fine. Just a sprain," Said Curufin as Celegorm helped him off and over to them.

"Still. Let me see it," He said.

"Thank you. I for once will be responsible and apologize for my brother being an idiot. Before he actally dose something stupid." Celegorm said sitting him down outside the tent.

"It's fine. I have dealt with many challenging patients." He said as he came over and sat down by them. He had Curufin take off his boot then sock, his ankle was swollen and discolored. The healer looked at it carefully and said, "You will be fine. I will bandage it and put a slight brace around it,"

"See. Told you!" Said Curufin sticking his tongue out at Celegorm.

"Can you do something for his brain?" Celegorm asked.

"What about yours?" Curufin retorted.

"Mine is fine," He replied.

"Hate to say it but you tried to take in a worm as a pet. I think you should get your head checked too." Ardhel said with a little giggle.

"He was funny!" Protested Celegorm.

"How was a worm funny?" Asked Curufin in an exasperated voice.

"His point of view on things was brilliant and amusing." Celegorm in defense of his tendency to talk to any animal that could ever exist and the imminent chance he could take it as a pet.

The healer just chuckled at this and worked on healing Curufin's leg. When he finished and washed his hands in the stream. He looked at the group and interrupted the argument and said, "If you want me to check to see if you are insane I can. Yet, I have another patient to tend to. So you can ask the other healer here, she's just down there."

"You aren't the only healer here?" Asked Glorfindel.

"No. I am actually not part of this group but I came since someone was seriously hurt and they needed my help." He said.

"Oh. Well thank you for helping my brother...uh...what's your name?" He asked.

"Right. Sorry, my name is Narndir. A pleasure to meet you," He said with a respectful bow of his head.

"Thanks. You two. I am Celegorm, this is my brother Curfin, and one of my other ones Amb...I mean Amras." Celegorm said, causing Amras to look away from them. Celegorm sighed and walked over to him as Ardhel introduced herself as well as Glorfindel and Ecthelion.

"I am sorry," Celegorm said.

Amras just shook his head and looked away. Celegorm sighed and patted his back a little but Amras ignored it just as he ignored everything else around him. He just wanted to...fade. It hurt. Even though the voice in the back of his head screamed of life, survival, and fighting for it. It just hurt. His brother. His twin. They were gone.

He just shook his head and shut his eyes tightly as he shook his head. He ignored Celegorm putting a hand to his shoulder and calling his name. He just pulled away and crashed into someone walking towards them. He fell over and when he looked up he stared wide-eyed at the red-haired elf before him. He wore a mask over half his face that had a clear bandage under it. His arm was in a sling and it seemed to be that his whole left side was bandaged.

He just stared at this elf in shock his throat closing up as he gasped out, "Amrod!"