He first head the faint hoof-beats, very rarely was the silent peace broken on their patrol. Turning in the tree, he looked out of the dark murk of the nighttime of the forest, arm on his bow, as he knew all of his fellow wardens behind him were doing the same. The air was tense as they all held their bowstrings taut, waiting for an enemy of Lothlorien. He was extremely surprised as a sad looking nag walked out of the night fog, carrying an equally dejected looking rider. The figure was just barely holding on, a cloak covering most of their face and body, swaying dangerously on the horse. He nodded to the rest of the guards waiting in the other tree branches, and swung down to the moss-covered ground silently. At the slight sound and vibration of his landing, the horse stopped, throwing up it's head in fear, he could see it's spittle like rain fall through the dusk. The rider didn't move as it's mount stopped, just seemed to be slumped over, he could see their hands in a tight claw on the horse's neck, trying to hold themselves up. In a swift motion he unsheathed his sword, he then walked towards the horse's side, ready to run them through, the sword glistening in the moonlight, his hand firm...
"Pedig edhellen?" no response, but the horse snorting. He got a little closer now, smelling the horse sweat and...blood?...he paused for a moment,
"This wood is forbidden for travelers..." glancing up, he saw the rest of the guard with their bows readied, he looked back to the hooded figure, he saw the gnarled, pale fingers clutching to the horse's the neck and the hood covering the rest. He edged closer, ready to pull the hood down. By the saddle, clothes and horse he already assumed they were human. They didn't even twitch. The horse did however put it's nose on his arm. He sighed, feeling it's warm breath on his arm. Reaching up, his hand faltered for a second, seeing the source of blood, an obvious trickle down their leg, it already having stained the saddle and dripping off the stirrup. His features were hard, ready to uncover what was under the hood, and with a quick motion he pulled it down. His sword immediately went down. Even for the years in being in his lady's service, he hadn't quite encountered this. It was a woman. Her face drawn and pale, her eyelids fluttered a bit as he exposed them to the faint moonlight. He could see as she tried to open her eyes in response to the stimulation, but to no avail, they quickly snapped shut and without the horse moving she leaned precariously forward, close to falling over it's neck. He quickly sheathed his sword, grabbing the horse's reins and guided it forward to walk at his side. As he hoped, she recovered a bit, still swaying and barely hanging on, but maintaining her seat. He looked up, his brother at his side instantly. "Haldir. What are you doing?" he practically spat with disdain. "Obviously taking her to the healer." Haldir responded calmly, guiding the tired horse through the evenest ground. He heard his brother tsk loudly and sigh, "Why? She would have been dead soon enough." He ignored his irritation, "You know our Lady would disapprove of leaving a grievously injured traveler to die. Human or not." his brother sighed loudly again, "Indeed, but the law is travelers are forbidden. She should have been put to the sword." nose curled, he looked her over. "It probably would have been a mercy." Haldir patted the horse's neck reassuringly as they walked through a stream, the chilled water splashing. "Perhaps." he replied simply, looking up to make sure she still remained in the saddle, and focused on reaching Lothlórien with his ward intact.