He sat up, the forest around him clothed in white.
The universe was still, if only for this moment for him.
There were no sounds.
No twigs snapping.
Nothing.
He reached up, brushing the black strands of hair out of his face.
He was so tired and so sore.
The snow crunched underneath him as he got to his feet, stifling a cry as his muscles stretched.
The snow that had been under him was pink.
"Hello?" He called, the world was beginning to lurch underneath him.
'Bearings, get your bearings.'
It was so cold.
He began to walk, holding onto whatever he could as he went.
Not sure of the direction he was going either.
Just that he needed to move.
The forest kept going, he didn't talk to himself and he tried to only think about shelter.
Of warmth.
Of home.
He had forgotten.
Where was Elrond?
Glorfindel?
The younger scouts that had been with them?
Where was everyone...?
They wouldn't just leave him, would they?
No. No. No. No.
They wouldn't.
He was fine.
Everything was fine.
He just needed to find his way back, that was all.
But how...when he didn't even know where he was.
Forest, endless forest.
He was so cold.
His eyes were leaking, or was he crying? He didn't know.
There was a flash of blonde in the corner of his eye, he needed to run.
He stood still, something was wrong.
Things were spinning again.
He was tired.
Too much.
This was too much.
He sighed and leaned against the nearest tree.
"I'm so tired." He mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there, but he must have nodded off.
His back was coated in snow, he could see it through blurry eyes on his eyelashes.
He sighed, he was still tired.
Alarm bells were going off in his head.
He was going to die here.
And it was okay.
Not all elves would survive the snow.
He would be warm again soon.
He sat with his knees to his chest, waiting for sleep to take again, almost there.
He was almost there.
Boot landen feet stepped in front of him and the sound of notched arrows were around him.
He couldn't find it in him to care.
He was so tired.
His eyes slipped shut.
This was his end.
"Erestor?" He heard, before the ringing in his ears took him.