The sharp pain in her head was such that her eyes were beginning to cloud. The elfa tried to sit up, yet the only thing she achieved was to fruitlessly dig her nails on the humid ground; a soft moan of pain escaped from her lips. It came from the lips that moments ago had been a lively shade of coral, like rose buds that had gone pale until they hit a spectral tone. Darkness began to swirl in her mind; so did an eerie coldness. Her eyes fell closed and, without her being able to fight anymore, she abandoned herself to unconsciousness. Then, she felt unexpected warmth enveloping her fragile body. What was happening? The sole action of opening her eyes went beyond any strength that she may have possessed in that moment. Yet, she indeed opened them and when she did, she found that a stranger held her in his arms. The blazing rays of the golden sun fell upon the strange figure that seemed to tower upon her and so, her keen elven eyes could not see the features of the one who held her with firm delicacy. After a moment, that could have lasted an eternity, her gaze met two deep, grey eyes that looked down at her with worry and unsuspected tenderness.
"Who…?" It was the only word the elfa was able to speak. It was enough to make him understand her inquiry. Without realising it, she had stopped listening to the noises of the battle that was still unfolding around them. She was oblivious to the heavy bodies of orcs that fell lifeless on the ground and spilled their blood on the virgin soil; she did not notice how there were three elves guarding around them, protecting and taking care of the wellbeing of one of the Princes of Imladris and son of the high Lord Elrond. In an attempt of giving the reassurance that the elf knew she would need, the Prince slowly pulled her close to himself. He allowed his hand to gingerly caress the frame of her face to realise that the wound that she had on her head, consequence of falling from her horse and hitting the mentioned spot against a rock, had begun to bleed.
"Elrohir. My name is Elrohir. I will take you to Rivendell." In her state of pain and delirium, she nodded with her head, but she was still lost within his gleaming, grey eyes. In that moment, they seemed to be more beautiful than the sun. Her eyelids, felt terribly heavy. Gradually, her eyes began to close again. Once more, a whirlwind of darkness loomed over her, yet she desperately sought to grasp onto the welcomed warmth of the elven Prince´s arms. Elrohir, noticing how the elfa quickly sunk into unconsciousness and still holding her close to him, urged her to stay away by speaking to her. "Do tell me, my lady, what is your name?"
The elfa listened to his voice, but she only listened to it distantly, almost as if it was a reverie. One of the elven soldiers approached Elrohir and helped him mount his chestnut stallion. He also helped the Prince to place the strange elven maiden on the horse´s back; soon her body rested against Elrohir´s chest. Her head fell lazily upon his shoulder. Not having any time to waste, the Prince stirred the reins and rode fast and hard towards Imladris. There she would be able to receive the aid she so badly needed. Submerged in the darkness of such nightmare, she felt nothing. However, the elfa could still listen Elrohir´s voice, faintly echoing in her mind while asking what her name was. It was then that, with a weak voice and in an almost inaudible whisper, she spoke. Her voice was carried by the wind to the keen elven ears of her saviour, telling him the secret, which was meant to be heard by him and him only. "Devanhi. My name is Devanhi."