She put her free hand over his, holding it there. His right hand slowly came to the side of her face, wiping away a bit of dirt that the rain hadn't washed away with his thumb. He forced a word out of his mouth, sounding weak and quiet.Ī slight nod was the only reply as her hand found his on his chest, slipping her fingers into his grip with a gentle squeeze.
Haldir numbly felt his heart skip a beat in dull momentary panic. Midnight hair fell around a deathly pale and yet somehow still eerily beautiful face. The helmet was removed, and he could suddenly see, quite clearly, the dark eyes that looked back at him. The elf that had aided him seemed to collapse onto him, their upper body coming to rest on his while their lower half rested beside his. He came to rest on his back, his legs folded to his side and his left hand on his chest. He could see that it was an elf that had come to his aid he could identify the helmet as they neared. A hand cushioned his head from the fall and his vision blurred momentarily as he continued to bleed. However, they were much too weak to keep him up and only slowed his descent to the hard stone below. Much to his surprise, he felt a pair of arms encircle him as someone tried to catch him. He fell to his knees as his strength seeped out of him, accompanied by the red life-giving liquid.
Was it his imagination, or was the voice he had heard just before he was struck with the axe hers? He had tried to turn to see who it was, but he wasn't fast enough to avoid the blow. Instead of feeling the immense pain that surely drove deep into him when the blade was forcefully removed, all he could feel was her thin form in his arms as she leaned into him, readily accepting the embrace he offered. Instead of the dying cries of those around him or his own strangled gasp, he could only hear her light laugh that warmed his heart with its very sound. Oddly enough, that was his most prominent thought as the orc axe was swung hard into his back, the metal shearing his armor.
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