I have no clue where this came from. I was watching The Two Towers and the scene where Haldir, the Elf Captain from Lothlorien, dies somehow inspired me to write a piece from his point of view. When inspiration hits me...oh boy. xD Enjoy!
**This is from the movie, which I couldn't find a section for. I also do not own Haldir or Aragorn, or any of Lord of the Rings. Sadface.
Noise. The clashing of swords beating together, pounding on shields and cracking armor in a fit of rage and insanity. It rings in my ears and rattles my brain within my very skull.
Screaming. My companions crying out with their dying breaths as the bodies pile around me, ally and enemy alike. Their eyes bear none of the former light they once held, the cold hand of death sealing them in a what I imagine is a permanent darkness that I pray I never have to endure.
Pull back! The order reaches me and I turn to see my comrade for the last time, nodding my understanding before whirling around and calculating my plan.
Shock. Takes ahold with the pain as the enemy I did not see withdraws his weapon from my side, coated with my own blood. I grit my teeth and give him a killing blow, the sound of it lost in the battle that rages on.
Victory. It makes me careless as I step back from my victim, only to be caught from behind with more explosive agony.
Realization. Sets itself deep within the pit of my stomach as I fall to my knees in defeat, my opponent the winner this time. More shouting when my impending death alerts my friend, and I can faintly hear him coming to my aide.
Deafness. For the first time in my long life it comes to me, and all sound is muffled as if I were underwater. I feel myself teetering on an unseen precipice, the faces of my fallen people blurring together in a messy blend of blood and dirt and unseeing eyes that remain open to stare at whatever lies beyond this world.
Hope. Evaporates from my very soul as I accept my fate: to join those who have already given their lives in this war.
Arms. Encircle me to hold me in my last brief moments of life. I feel safe in this familiar embrace, and the pain is no more as my body goes slack in those arms; I never see the face of my attempted savior.
Focus. It comes to me and I smile when I find my people surrounding me; the blood gone and their expressions once again joyous as they used to be. The outstretched darkness I envisioned doesn't exist, and I have come to decide that this, death, is the closest to home I will ever see again.