Nova smiled and she was thankful for the darkness for right now he would likely see her face flushed a bit with red. He of course was very handsome and his words of kindness just made the experience all the more enjoyable. Especially when he rejected the other woman's help saying that her little magic trick was all that was needed. However, he tried to shake her off with words and even though she couldn't sit there all night holding her hand against his forehead, It didn't mean that she wouldn't try. She moved her hand away though for her cold hand could make things worse now that the headache was gone. "It is just a simple frost touch spell but lowered to a weakened state, perfect for headaches or burns. " She said smiling moving her other leg down and sat down her legs underneath her. "Can I at least still keep you company?" She asked. She did not know why she asked that or why her heart suddenly raced. 

 Erandur stared from afar and then when he heard the other elf talk about him he turned his head to see that Elendil was talking to her. He narrowed his eyes wondering what they were talking about. He recalled her words and when doing so took note of her inquiring his name. He decided to speak up and loud enough for her. "I am Erandur of the Silvermoon family housed by lady Emeraude of Elfswing, south of the city of Lithium." He said. He then rose up to join them. He had to get a few things on his mind. So why not converse with two of his kinsmen. He then pointed over to his sister. "That is my youngest sister Nova, we are both rather skilled within our family and our futures were very promising according to the Queen and her Court of seers. You must of heard of Emeraude. Most elves know of her and her Seers." He added. 

"Unlike my sister who was a expert in magic I took the path of steel, elven steel. There is no finer metal then that of the elves. For we put more into it then just rock and stone like most smiths. It is rumored that elven smiths imbue a bit of the great Corellon's will into each weapon, and each plate of armor." He said and he drew his blade and presented it to her. A finger brushing over a etched symbol of a crescent moon. It was the sign of Corellon Larethian. The god of the elves. "Corellon, the god of magic, music, arts, crafts, poetry ,and of course warfare... some human churches even follow him cause of his great blessings." of course the crescent moon wasn't the only symbol of Corellon. There was also the winged horse known as a Pegasus sometimes with a horn on its head. This symbol was upon the cloak that hung on his back like a cape underneath the sheath of his long blade. 
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 Elendil smirked and watched as Erandur decided to be not so distant. He expressed himself a little too much to the point of showing her his blade. He nodded in answer to his question. "Yes I too am a Ranger but I belond to Elfswing just like Erandur and his sister. However, I live mostly in the woods outside of it." He said. He was a bit happy to see that Erandur was very devoted to their great god. Corellan was the one who set up the meeting between him and Ajax and he would always be thankful for that. There was no friend he could rely on more then Ajax and his keene senses.