Stomper nods.
"Aye, she just needs some rest."

Stomper closes his eyes, not even looking up.
"Sit back down M'lady, we'll probably have to wait it out."

Stomper jumps up and strides out ahead of her.
"M'lady, wait a while. You are in no condition it fight, let alone win a battle. Please, just go sit."

Stomper nods and rolls, then gets up, drawing his sword. He gives a cry in elven and charges the tree, full in anger and readiness.

Stomper gives a cry, being picked up, but forces his blade into the powerful wrist and takes it out just before being dropped. He jumps up into the tree attacking Rue.
"M'lady, run! Get as far as you can! Take Ardae with you, I'll be fine!"

Stomper smiles, trying to get the flint to work.
"That's because you're a lady, and an unruly one at that. Just see to it that she's okay!"
He manages to get the flint lighted and burns the tree, and also himself, and as the tree falls to the ground he jumps away and rolls on the ground, looking around for another attacker, then lunging at it.

Stomper gives a cry and shoots arrows on fire at all of the trees, then goes after Rue.
"Hang on M'lady!"
He catches her right before she hits the ground, then tears off most of his shirt and folds it up into a pillow. He lays Rue down, head on the pillow, and keeps his cloak over her, giving her more medicine. Then he goes back and gets Ardae, using the rest of his shirt as a pillow for her and bark as a blanket.

Stomper smiles some and lays a hand over Rue's, wincing some.
"M'lady, we all have our fights, our troubles. Now you shush and rest. You've lost a lot of blood. The least that'll work is rest."
He sits down between the two ladies, watching the two of them carefully.

Stomper wets two scraps of cloths and puts them on both the lady's foreheads.
"I stay because I'm a Ranger, it is my job. And who in his right mind would leave two lovely ladies to fend for themselves in the wild with wild trees abundant?"

Ardae woke up slightly. She recalled having her head hit by what seemed to be leaves... of all of the weapons in Middle Earth, she never though she would see the fruit of Yavanna attacking her. She also recalled seeing Rue and Stomper shortly once more. That was the length of her memory after leaving the company of Barliman in the Prancing Pony. Propping her self up with her elbows Ardae saw Stomper kneeling and talking to someone, whom she could only guess as being Rue. While in the action of sitting up she saw a scrap of wet cloth fall from her forehead, where she received the nasty blow from the leaves’ that still seemed strange to her, but their would be more time to think on that and other strange goings later. What should have concerned her was the present.

After missing what Stomper said, she caught a fragment of some thing Rue was trying to say before her voice erupted in to a chorus of coughs. Reaching in to a pocket that Ardae had sewn in to her tunic, she took out some ’weeds’ as many in this part of the land called them. Handing them to Asdeon, she leaned back against a boulder; the D’nadain would know what to do to help the elf.

I miss an ample amount when I'm gone in the mornings. I'll try to catch up