Short but sweet, here is :
Chapter Two
The sun bore down on Elladan, drinking up the moisture in his skin. His hands were cramped and his throat, parched, a thick layer of salt crystals embedded on his cheeks as he lay moaning, face down on the deck of the creaking vessel.
"Lyethal?" he managed to whisper, his lips aching with the forming of the words, dry spittle; clinging to the sun chapped mouth that once sang so gaily.
Only the gentle lapping of waves replied as they stroked the side of the timber boat like a person would a cat. Not even the slightest bluster of wind, nor a gull sounded. It was a silence filled with nothingness.
He shadowed his eyes with his fingers as he searched the boat for his friend, but he was no-where to be seen. Scrambling somewhat awkwardly to his feet and struggling to balance himself and the boat on the gently rolling ocean, he again searched for Lyethal.
A soft coughing sound came from the side of the boat and Elladan scrambled to look overboard. It was Lyethal, his body resting on an oar, which had clung fast to the boat and his arms wrapped stiffly around it.
Biting his bottom lip, Elladan heaved the elf into the boat, nearly dropping him in the water twice. His legs felt like jelly beneath him and with every attempt, he could feel the strength oozing out of his body.
They collapsed onto the wooden deck, sending the boat into fits, while it re-balanced itself. Elladan held Lyethal safely in his arms, while trying to catch his breath.
"It's going to be all right my friend," he said, still sucking in the salty air.
Suddenly, a thought returned to him and Elladan quickly searched for the flask of water he had hung around his neck the night before. A sigh escaped his lips when he found it, undamaged, and still quite full.
"We have fresh water!" he smiled down at Lyethal.
His friend was clearly delusional, mumbling words that didn't string together, that didn't make sense.
"Come on Lyethal," Elladan said, positioning the flask to his friends lips and tipping it gently so a trickle of water made its way down Lye's throat. The other elf spluttered, then gulped desperately for the water, but didn't wake up.
Elladan knew that his friend had possibly swallowed lots of salt water. Salt water wasn't good, in fact, it could be deadly. His friend needed the fresh water more than he did, so he poured a little into the cap of the flask and decided that he would limit himself to only six of these a day, while they were floating on the ocean.
Someone had to come looking. His people, they had to come searching. Numbness overtook his emotions as he thought of those travelling in the white ship. He had not seen any of them, but their cries had begun to be carried on the wind and ring in his ears as they did while they tried to save them. But as he looked out over the bare, blue horizon, he saw and heard nothing and was left to loneliness and the torment of his own demons, while the sun only grew hotter and his eyes closed in order to try and find peace.