Elrohir stretched yawned, his eyes coming blearily into focus. It took a second before he remembered why he was in Irime's room, then memories of the letter and the news it told once again filled his heart with grief. It was dark outside and Elrohir wondered what had woken him at this early hour. He turned to see that Irime wasn't in the bed, and he sensed that he was alone and had been for some time now. Elrohir immediately jumped up, he did not know why she had left without telling him, and his heart told him that all was not well.
He hastily put on his dark blue robes before he rushed out of her room, not knowing where to go, but just following his Elven intuition. He ran outside and then into the forest, the tall trees loomed over him as he sprinted. Something was terribly wrong and he knew it.
His mind raced as he dodged the trees and leapt over fallen logs, he was worried. Ever since they had been children together, Elrohir and Irime had always had some strange form of mental connection, very similar to that which he shared with his brother. Not even Lord Elrond was able to find words to describe it. It had saved both of their lives on many occasions, and now it urged him on with all the speed he could physically handle. Never in his life had he felt such fear for Irime.
Then suddenly he stopped, he could hear the harsh cries of orcs coming from somewhere near. Normally he would have proceeded with caution, though now he ran towards them. Then a clearing came into his view and there were several orcs there, one pointing its weapon at something on the ground.
Elrohir did not need to make his presence known, within seconds the orcs knew of him. He grabbed a sword that one of them had left lying carelessly and hacked at the creatures relentlessly with the brazen blade. The leader, or so the Elf assumed, grabbed his own weapon and rushed at Elrohir, and the Elf killed it. Soon all of the orcs lay dead, Elrohir rushed over to Irime and saw that an arrow had punctured her chest.
She wasn't breathing, Elrohir quickly extracted the arrow and did his best to treat the wound, but he had come too late.
Irime didn't know what was happening, she could see the clearing and Elrohir slaughtering the orcs. Then she could see the look of terror on his face when he realized it was too late. Irime saw her friend take up her limp body and rock back and forth, tears flowing from his silver eyes. She heard him curse the Valar for what they had done, she saw the look of defeat on his face.
She found that she could not bear to see him so grieved and that she didn't really wish to leave so soon. Then before she could think otherwise Irime found herself in a state of grey nothingness. She couldn't seem to breath correctly. She tried to cough, but it didn't really work.
"Ro." she croaked, trying to breath.
Elrohir turned when he thought he heard the breath, but she seemed as lifeless as ever. Then he heard her try to say his name, when she did, the half-elf pulled her into a sitting position, clapping her back to see if it might help her breathing, thankfully it did.
"Irime." He said in utter relief before picking her up and carrying her back to Imladris with as much speed as he could manage.