Name: Thoughts of the dying
Rating: PG for character death
Summary: Haldir's thoughts as he dies.
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Dedication: To Cassia and Siobhan of the Mellon Chronicles and to Chloe of the Bengwiil Chronicles : You guys are my inspiration. You have made me laugh, cry and also have driven my Best Friend crazy. I love you guys!!!
Ok, on to the angst
I watched the carnage below me unfold. It hurt watching people die like this. With people unknown and your friends either dead or dying. I watched and my heart hurt to see so many immortals dead. No one should die like this. They are calling for us to retreat now and it takes me awhile to make myself break free from the fighting.
Hah. They have to carry the dwarf out. It is funny, how one so small is able to defend him and others so well.
Something grabs my hand and I swing quickly with my sword killing it. But even as I turn around, I feel a deadly pain on the back of my head. I wonder why.
I have often wondered in my immortal life, for I have lived for many thousands of years, if dying hurts. It does but it is a good pain, like knowing the pain will help you later. I can see the dead lying around me and I feel sorry for them. The edges of my vision are clouding into black and I hear some one calling my name.
Two actually. One is my fellow friend and warrior. In my mind I wish him well and hope he will reign successfully as king. I will miss him and Arwen. The other voice I hear calling to me is an almost ethereal voice, calling to me from a place that seems familiar but I can't quite place it.
I will miss Lothlorien and her quiet beauty. I wonder what it is like in Illuvatar. I have lived a good life as a warrior and I can feel it is time to pass on.
Please,
All my friends
Remember me...