Yet another LA project from my crazy LA teacher; this one had to be a one- page falling action and conclusion involving a mountain. :P

I watched the final Orc crumple to the ground, then sank to my knees of my own injuries. Clutching an arrow jutting from my arm, I hung my head, focusing on breathing. Once I had stopped panting of my exertions, I looked up, searching for my companion. She, too, seemed to be injured, but fortunately not as badly as me. Sensing my eyes upon her, she glanced my way, then stumbled to her feet.

Limping towards me, she looked concernedly at my many wounds, among them the arrow in my arm, and a deep gash in my leg. Reaching me, she plopped down beside me, and quickly broke of the end of the bolt, leaving a half span above the skin. I yelped, clapping my hand to my arm. Not a wise decision. I yelped again as my palm hit the wooden blood-stained stub. Taking it gently away, I glared at Eärwen. Shrugging at me, she began to tend my other wounds. I pushed her hands away, but she batted me back, a testament to how weak I now was.

I groggily looked around, and noticed the snow surrounding me was turning a bright red, while the flakes around Eärwen were only slightly pink. Was I that hurt? I looked down at myself, frowning. I didn't seem to have many major injuries, aside from the arrow and my leg. A ripping sound drew my attention back to my friend. She was tearing strips from her shirt. Noticing my questioning look, she explained.

"For your leg," she said, then wrapping it around my thigh. Immediately, bright red soaked through. She frowned worriedly, then glanced at me. "How are you feeling?" she asked suspiciously, curiosity and something else in her eyes.

'Fine," I replied, with a suspicious glance of my own. However, my body chose that time to take over, and I swayed, blackness coming over my eyes and quickly receding.

"Oh, no reason..." but her voice gave away what her eyes did not. Fear? Was she scared... for me? The thoughts came to me slowly, thinking a syrup-slow process. I couldn't walk. I realized that now. She had to get home without me. Her nation needed her. She was the heir...

"You have to... you... have... to..." but the words wouldn't come. As I blacked out, I felt my body being lifted. She was taking me back too. No... she can't... Blackness took me.

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Consciousness came slowly back to me. Faces swam in front, voices distant and vague. The pictures started to get clearer, and I began to realize where I was. Home. The Valley of Nargothrond. She had made it off the mountain. I focused on a face, and Eärwen's smile beamed back at me. A slow grin began on my face, and we looked at each other, content. We had made it.