Our side of the gate. He's with Tyelcormo, who was injured, but I'll try to get them both moved here.

:Sorry to hear that: It's unclear that there's anything else productive he can do right now, so Leareth closes his eyes and tries to sleep. 

When he wakes up Huan is there beside him. Someone has put his arm on Huan's fur in case that helps. Larya is singing her healing song louder, and playing chords on a little palm-sized string instrument to help it along. 

It's not cold in the tent. 

All of those things help, though there's no getting around the toll of overusing his magic. He lifts his head, scratches behind Huan's ears. :I am glad you made it through with us. I hope Tyelcormo is all right:

What seems to be happening around him? 

In the tent: Tyelcormo is sleeping, Larya is singing. 

Outside the tent: food is being distributed. Goods are being repackaged. Orc bodies are being burned. Injuries are being treated. Everyone is singing. 

He tries to find Maitimo's mind; using Mindspeech hurts less, now. :How long left on the wards?: 

Two hours. I was going to try to wake you in one. How're you doing?

:Better. I think I can redo the links in an hour. Not ideal, will need longer to recovery fully, but, seems worth it: He hesitates. :Did we lose anybody. In the fighting: 

Yeah. Three. It's - all right, their families will probably see them sooner this way than if things had gone according to plan. But we can't stand up in a really serious fight right now, I don't think, not this badly outnumbered. My father wants to bring the rest of the Noldor over as soon as we can.

:You wish for me to Gate again: Leareth inches cautiously into a sitting position again. :...Could you come nearer? Range is hard, currently: 

He enters the tent, waves Larya out, takes up the healing song from her without any pause. Want me to do it with my amulet?

:Do what?: Leareth blinks, confused.

His thoughts are still unshielded; he's vaguely chasing after what he could have done differently, if there was anything he missed or mis-prioritized – he can't think of anything obvious yet, everyone else seems just as surprised by the attack on the Trees so it's not just context he's missing, and the ambush here is in fact exactly what a lot of their preparations were for.

And - he wishes they hadn't lost anyone at all, that would be better, but it's not the bottomless horror it would be in his world – and even in his own world he's been willing to make that sacrifice, over and over and over, it still matters but it stopped feeling any particular way millennia ago. 

Well, probably. Assuming Melkor hasn't found a way to beat all the other gods including Mandos as well.

The privacy barrier. You're not - keeping your thoughts private.

Is he not shielding? :Oh. Thank you: He grimaces and tries to reweave his personal shields – it still takes a lot more effort than it should – and only afterward stops to consider that he presumably wasn't shielding this entire time. At least he was asleep most of it, and it seems like it wasn't obvious to Maitimo until now. Given how foggy he was for most of that time period, he's still not exactly sure which thoughts he might have leaked, and whether any of them are about things he's been strategically holding back. 

Maitimo restrains the impulse to adjust Leareth's blankets protectively, does it to Tyelcormo instead.  Thank you. I think by default that would have gone much, much worse.

:That seems accurate: Leareth rubs his temples. :I doubt we did everything right, but, well, hindsight is always perfect. I - hope that things did not go too badly back in Valinor: There's no way to check right now. It'll be days if not weeks before he can manage to communicate  that distance, let alone Gate. 

I don't think Melkor can win a fight with all the rest of the Valar. Not even with that thing, whatever it was. I expect he meant to do some damage and then run. But - I wasn't expecting this, so -

:Neither was I. So...we had better be ready for more of the unexpected, I think. Though Melkor must have just burned a great deal of his resources, if we forced him to move ahead on these schemes. I expect his stockpile here is not infinite. It might be larger than we prefer: 

He pinches the bridge of his nose. :Do you have any painkillers here? The song helps but not completely: 

We have alcohol and some drugs that will put you to sleep. I want to fix the wards before we chance those, with a Quendi we could try a dose that helps with the pain without fogging your head too much but I can't even guess that for you.

:I agree. I will be in more pain afterward, anyway: He smiles weakly. :My magic has many advantages, but one of the advantages of yours is that it does not give you headaches after a fight. I should probably have something to eat first, though: 

That we can do. He flags someone down to bring it over.

Leareth doesn't actually have much appetite but he forces down a reasonable amount of food, it'll help.

:We can go now: he says, and – nope. Magic is hopefully happening but standing up is definitely not happening. :...Could you help?: He could do it from here normally but he's not going to chance that now, it'll be easiest on his magic if he's close enough to touch each stone as he sets up the links. 

Refusing would be more marked than - of course. He can scoop up Leareth and take him out to where the stones are.

Leareth touches the first stone, and winces, but it only takes a thread of power. :Done - next one?: They're arranged in a very haphazard circle-ish around the camp, which makes sense given the rush. :Note, this will mean that nobody will be able to enter or leave the area without disrupting the link again, so I would be cautious in choosing when to do so: 

Nod. We've decided it's too dangerous to scout for now. Though of course, it's dangerous not to . This wasn't - we landed on the fringes of a planned ambush, I think; they were hidden but not principally from someone landing right here. I bet if we'd gone back to where we came through the first time it'd be worse.