[ Indeed, no she can't - as much as the fever boils in his blood, to one of the Eldar it is only an incentive, and so Maglor sees the way a golem comes up in a moment of distraction, and with a cry he moves, catching its hand on his blade where it might have come perilously close to her and removing it with a snarl before taking its head ]

Eyes front, little butterfly [ he warns ]

Language. [ He scolds absently, but his eyes are flicking across the field, marking the places where their enemies gather. Despite the malice that boils in his blood, he holds, for now (he will remove himself, if he thinks he is a danger to them) ]

Incoming! [ A moments breath and they are back into the plunge - Maglor out the front, now, trusting Alice to watch his back, laughing ferally as he cuts through their lines until the malice crests too high and he stumbles to a halt in between groups, pressing against the stone to his back and drops the blades (he has reopened the burns on his right again) ]

[ The world swims in fever and the malice in his blood screams in his ears. Only the centuries of iron will keep him on his feet and in the barest of control but the swords he does not touch ]

Alice { he gasps softly when she's cleared them space ] Alice, yenya, take the blades away from me - slowly now, for I do not trust myself. Hide them here - we can come back later - but I need to see the healers, I think.

Slowly! [ He warns her, clenching fists against the need to lash out ]

Something is wrong, my little butterfly. Go careful. [ he lets her take his hands, teeth gritting against the need to hurt something ]

The healers, I think.

And I am not asking you to. [ He assures ] But leave the blades, Alice. [ They are far too large and bulky for ease of movement - Merlin's is shorter, but heavier, and Feanor's longsword may be unreasonably light for its size, but it is still a longsword designed for use by someone of Maglor's height ]

We will move faster without, and I will not have them encumber you if we must fight.

I know you can - but they are too long and heavy - if we are attacked, yenya, I do not want you encumbered by them. Leave them - I still have my knife, and they are too heavy for the pixies to lift.

[ He blinks and shakes his head but the blurriness remains ] You will need both hands to fight, and I am of little help right now. The longsword alone might trip you if you need to move.

[ Maglor sways, fighting down the surge of bloodlust and malice, but he nods ]

Aye, let us be off then. I am sorry to make you worry, Alice.

Yes yes [ He smiles for her and follows slowly, fighting back the madness. The unfortunate pixie who seeks to ambush them learns that this makes him no worse a shot, however, when it is abruptly pinned to a wall by his knife as it comes round the corner ]

[ He is leaning on the wall again when she returns, knife back in its sheathe, and he opens his eyes when he hears her coming and smiles at her ]

If that is what you need to do Alice, do not fear to use it. I will be well, little butterfly.

No - nothing new, Alice. [ it screams for blood but the Oath was far louder and he wrestles down the fever in his blood ]

Never is a long time, yenya - do not be too quick to throw away your weapons.

[ he nods and pulls away from the wall ] Best we keep moving in any case

And you do well with them, Alice. I suppose I have not met him - but even the enemy of my enemy may be uneasy allies if the cause is grave enough.

[ he follows obediently, by this point almost stumbling, only his considerable will keeping him conscious and alert ]