Childminding in Shuptalxia

[Imros]

"Ha! Got 'im!!" Imros cheered as he skidded to a halt in front of Toro. He threw a quick glance at the Fanoran before turning back to Toro. "Oh Toro my friend!" he giggled, unfastening the cloth round the boy's wrists. "Stupid Fuzz-Ball" he grinned but noticed the look in Toro's eyes. "What?" he asked as he untie the gag around his mouth.

[Treijim]

Toro raised a trembling arm and pointed behind Imros. The Fanoran had lifted himself up on his feet and had began to snap the ends of the arrows off. His teeth were clenched and one of his arms seemed limp, but he looked ready to fight.

Just as it seemed as though he would never stay down, there was a whirling noise and he gasped, falling forward once more. Behind him, in the bushes, stood a huge man with long dark reddish hair. He was wielding an elaborate bow.

"Elder!" Toro cried. "It's not wha--"

He was silenced as Buroba raised his hand. "Imros," he said. "What is the meaning of this? Speak."

[Imros]

Imros looked up from Toro. "Erh..." He started, now he was in trouble. He knew he shouldn't have been using the shadow magic - how was he going to worm his way out of this one?

"Elder. It really isn't what you think. That Fanoran kidnapped Toro - I panicked," he stammered and made an attempt at a bow. He glanced up to Buroba through his fringe. "Come on Toro - Back me up on this..." he though to himself.

[Treijim]

"Ah, yeah!" Toro said, standing and rubbing his wrists. "Imros saved me! He beat up the Fanoran on his own!"

Buroba's face was scowling, and he looked from one to the other. "Did you now, Imros? That's almost impressive." He looked down at the dead Fanoran. "This one specialises in self-recovery through pressure points. You did well to hurt him as much as you did. Perhaps I underestimated you a little..."'

Toro grinned but then quickly hid it, going to Imros's side and holding the older boy in instinct.

[Imros]

Imros felt the boy grab on to his sore arm. "Thank you!" he stammered, he was astounded - Buroba hadn't shouted at him for using the shadow magic.
He looked down to Toro again "Thanks mate," he grinned but winced as the blood trickled down his arm, "Not to be rude - but could you use the other arm," he asked sheepishly.

[Treijim]

[Not sure what else I could add. We can end it soon if you like]

Toro winced and let go. "Oh! Sorry Imros," he said, but he didn't take Imros's other hand.

"When you two are done standing out here like goats, you can head back to your homes," Buroba said. "You needn't explain anything to your parents. I'll do that if they find out. Let's hope they don't, though, hmm?"

[Imros]

[I don't know either, whatever you think


"Parents," Imros grunted with a wry smirk, no worry about that then... He smiled and thanked Buroba (and thanked him once again silently for not killing him for his misuse of magic)
"Come on Pest," He said looking down at Toro. "You look like I feel," he teased and gave him a helpful shove in the direction of the village.

[Treijim]

Toro walked a little and then stopped. He turned to face Imros with a worried and tired look.

"Imros..." he began in a childish voice. "Why did the Fanoran take me? I mean, instead of you or someone else? I was tied up and you fought it without hesitation. Is it because I'm just a kid?"

[Imros]

Imros looked down in surprise. "It said something about leverage - he was probably just trying to wind Buroba up, that's what Fanorans do best..." he smiled.
"And why the surprise at me fighting for you?" he teased, "You're my friend, even if you are a pain sometimes, and anyway - Roda needs his brother after all," He continued, helping the younger Keid over a large tree root.

[Treijim]

"Yeah but... I'm still weak," Toro said. The words seemed to have little effect on him. "I look up to people like you and Jaro but you're just way ahead of me. It's like I'll never catch up. I'll always be on the bottom..."

[Imros]

Imros smiled and dropped, clumsily, to Toro's level. "Course you will!" he cried, pulling his best reassuring grin, "So you're not as strong as me - so what! You've not had the time to train and believe me, you don't want the time," the older of two continued.
"Because when you get the time it means something bad has had to have happened for you to need to train so badly...Like what happened to my sister, that's why I'm strong," he explained. He looked at Toro disheartened face, could this get any less complicated!? "But in all honesty..I'm not that strong anyway," he whispered and winked at him.

[Treijim]

"Mmm," Toro mumbled, still sour-faced. He met eyes with Imros for a second, and felt obliged to not look away this time. His eyes were tired and half-lidded, but they were a brilliant green in the darkness -- strong and vibrant, and pulsing with energy of the wind. But the colour of his own eyes would not cheer him up, nor would any amount of strength.

"Sorry," he finally said. "I shouldn't have dumped that on you. I'm just whining like a baby." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

[Imros]

Imros grinned and messed up Toro's hair, "Yeah, but you're my little whining baby," he laughed, pulling his tongue out. "Whine whilst you can, apparently it's not a desirable trait when you get older," he continued.
and he hopped over a tree branch.

[Treijim]

Toro grinned and shoved Imros playfully. "What's taking you so long? I'll race you back home!"

And he broke into a sprint, forgetting that Imros had just been fighting.

[This RP is over after your post unless you want to add anything]

[Imros]

[Fine by me =)]

"Hey!" Imros called after the boy as he disappeared around the corner, "Get back here!" he laughed and ran off after him (or at least as his exhausted muscles would carry him).