When Morgolwen entered the room where Theodred had been taken she saw Eowyn and Eomer peering over him, trying to dress his wounds. Eomer shouted out for a servant to go get a healer. Morgolwen just froze at the door. Her body was numb; she couldn't move and didn't know if she really wanted to. Eowyn turned to look at her with tears in her eyes. Morgolwen couldn't even cry. She was too stunned to do anything. Eowyn came to her and took her hand. It took a couple tries, but she finally managed to move Morgolwen to the bedside.
Morgolwen gazed at the bed to see Theodred there, half clothed, and covered in blood. It didn't take a healer to see that his wounds were fatal. The room reeked of death. Morgolwen knew in her heart that he wasn't going to make it. Eomer stood up from the bedside and helped Morgolwen to kneel by Theodred. He was hoping they could communicate while Theodred held even a thread of consciousness. He left his hand on her shoulder for a moment, which caused her to shiver, and then he summoned silently to Eowyn. They left to go tell the king of his son's condition.
Morgolwen sat motionless by Theodred's side and just gazed at him. After a while, she built up enough strength to put her hand to his cheek and cradle it. He flinched a bit and let out a small noise when she did this.
"Theodred?" she said softly.
Theodred opened his eyes to look at her, but it was as if she could see his soul dying in his eyes. There was a great emptiness within them… a sense of loss. He focused on her to the best of his will. She tried to speak, but words failed her. She did love Theodred, so she felt part of herself dying too. She thought back on all of the times they played as children. She thought back to all of the times that he protected her. Now, though, she was losing one of her best friends, and her husband to be. Eventually, she could no longer hold back the tears. They began to flow freely.
"I'm sorry," she said to him.
He continued to gaze at her, and he softly whispered her name before loosing consciousness. A few healers burst through the door with hot water, cloth, and medicines. Morgolwen stayed with them for a while as they worked on him, but it eventually became too much to bear. He had gained and lost consciousness a few times while the healers were there, and he was usually screaming in agony when he was conscious. The pain was too much.
It didn't take long. Morgolwen really hoped that he hadn't felt too much pain, but at least he was free of it now. She came back to his side and covered him.
"Farewell, my prince," she uttered.
