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"Leave me behind."

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Mairon violently shook his head as he clutched her hand to his face. “Never, Tithenár. Never. I’ll carry you if I must.”

Laurelin cracked her eyes open when he lifted her head, trying to comprehend what he was doing. She looked down to the flask in his hand and gave a weak nod when he spoke, taking a slow sip of the cold water. It felt good, but the second she swallowed she felt nauseous, her head spinning. She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut against the pain.

Tears slipped from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks, mixing with the blood and dirt that marred her pale skin. “Mairon…” She groaned through the agony and tears. “Please, just… end it. Healers w-won’t be able to do anything for me now. I can’t do this, please…” She pleaded, her voice barely even audible, and even then it was raspy and weak.

"It hurts, I know. But I’m not giving up on you." He gently stroked her hair with the hand he had behind her head as he tipped the flask toward her again. He made her take another sip before he drizzled some water over her burn, letting the cold wash over it. He left her side to fill the flask once more, and then he picked her up, setting off across the field. He broke into a run, bare feet flying over the grass, but his pace glided rather than jostled her. 

She clung to him tightly as he ran, but all too soon she felt exhausted again. Another wave of nausea hit her, threatening to make her lose what little water Mairon had forced her to drink. What felt like hours later, she faded to nothingness, blackness pulling her into the dark pits of unconsciousness. But even then, her face remained contorted in pain and sweat still formed on her brow. Shivers wracked her weakened body as the orcish poisons took their toll, racing through her bloodstream relentlessly.
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Mairon violently shook his head as he clutched her hand to his face. “Never, Tithenár. Never. I’ll carry you if I must.”

She faintly heard her name being called from the depths of unconsciousness, but she couldn’t wake or respond. At least now there was no more pain, only a numb feeling that had spread over her torso.

She had paled considerably as he had run, turning her skin an almost ghostly white though the flow of blood from her wound had long since ceased. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her skin burned, raging with fever, but even then she shivered. A small moan of pain left her lips and she shifted to rest her head against him.

He breathed a long sigh, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His fingers flew to his scarf, unraveling it from his neck and wrapping it around hers. “This is all I have right now to keep you warm,” he apologized. “But I’ll find you a healer soon, I promise.”

With that he pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood up. He scanned around, feeling an excited noise bubble in his throat as he caught a glimmer of sunlight on water. He ran towards it, feeling his bare feet squelch through mud as he got closer, but he stopped before the water came to his knees. He felt around his pockets until he found a small flask, a simple container of metal he’d meant as a gift for someone but hadn’t found the time, and pulled it out, flicking the cap open with his thumb. He reached out to dunk it in the deepest, fastest flowing section of the stream, watching the bubbles pour out of the flask. When it was full he yanked it out, barely managing to stopper it completely before he was running back to Laurelin’s side. 

He eased his arm under her head, gently propping her up as he held the flask to her lips. “Drink,” he murmured. “It will help.”

Laurelin cracked her eyes open when he lifted her head, trying to comprehend what he was doing. She looked down to the flask in his hand and gave a weak nod when he spoke, taking a slow sip of the cold water. It felt good, but the second she swallowed she felt nauseous, her head spinning. She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut against the pain.

Tears slipped from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks, mixing with the blood and dirt that marred her pale skin. “Mairon…” She groaned through the agony and tears. “Please, just… end it. Healers w-won’t be able to do anything for me now. I can’t do this, please…” She pleaded, her voice barely even audible, and even then it was raspy and weak.

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Mairon violently shook his head as he clutched her hand to his face. “Never, Tithenár. Never. I’ll carry you if I must.”

Laurelin groaned, completely unaware of what was happening around her. All that registered was pain. Blinding, miserable pain. But even that was beginning to fade away. It was as if every wave of agony washed away a little more of her reality, bits and pieces disappearing as time ticked on.

She could hear the beating of Mairon’s heart and feel the sporadic and unsteady beating of her own. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe or even think. Her head was pounding as if someone was striking her with a war hammer and when she attempted to open her eyes, the world spun sickeningly.

Was this it?

Mairon ran until he could no longer hear the orcs behind, and then he kept running. The sun had risen and beat overhead before he stopped, barely catching himself from stumbling and dropping her. He managed to sit down and place her in the grass, checking on her condition. 

"Laurelin?" he gasped. "Are you still awake? Can you hear me?"

She faintly heard her name being called from the depths of unconsciousness, but she couldn’t wake or respond. At least now there was no more pain, only a numb feeling that had spread over her torso.

She had paled considerably as he had run, turning her skin an almost ghostly white though the flow of blood from her wound had long since ceased. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her skin burned, raging with fever, but even then she shivered. A small moan of pain left her lips and she shifted to rest her head against him.

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Mairon violently shook his head as he clutched her hand to his face. “Never, Tithenár. Never. I’ll carry you if I must.”

She could faintly heart an agonized scream ring out across the field. Was that her?  Most likely. Surely the orcs had heard that. They had to be close now. There was a searing pain in her abdomen, somehow more intense than before. The sickening smell of burning flesh mixed with the familiar metallic scent of blood hit her like a wave, making her nauseous.

She had forgotten to keep counting.

Where was she now? 5? 4? She couldn’t remember. The sky became blurred by spots black and tears that pooled in her eyes. She could feel them begin drift closed as the blackness beckoned, tears slipping out from under her eyelids.

She felt his hands leave, but the burning sensation remained along with the terrible pain. She couldn’t seem to force her voice to work, his name leaving her lips as a whisper, followed by a murmured apology. Her eyes refused to open and she couldn’t move more than an little at a time. Her hand still rested on his shoulder, but weakly, threatening to slip at any moment.

"Three," Mairon whispered to her as he gently scooped her into his arms, careful not to touch the new burn. "Two… It’s alright now, you’re going to be alright."

"One." He stood suddenly, lifting her and letting her lean across his shoulder. He glanced around, eye nervously flitting back and forth for any signs of the orcs approaching. He hadn’t expected Laurelin’s scream to carry that much, but it had, and they’d surely be followed soon.

"Come on," he soothed. "We’re getting out of here."

He began to run.

Laurelin groaned, completely unaware of what was happening around her. All that registered was pain. Blinding, miserable pain. But even that was beginning to fade away. It was as if every wave of agony washed away a little more of her reality, bits and pieces disappearing as time ticked on.

She could hear the beating of Mairon’s heart and feel the sporadic and unsteady beating of her own. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe or even think. Her head was pounding as if someone was striking her with a war hammer and when she attempted to open her eyes, the world spun sickeningly.

Was this it?

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Mairon violently shook his head as he clutched her hand to his face. “Never, Tithenár. Never. I’ll carry you if I must.”

She cried out as he pressed her skin together, making her fingers dig into his shoulder, her grip hard enough bruise. Trying to calm her unsteady breathing, she did as he said and stared up at the clear blue of the sky. She took a deep breath, nodding quickly to tell him she was ready.

10…

It hadn’t even begin and she already felt blackness trying to pull her from consciousness. She couldn’t leave yet. She had promised him she would finish counting, but even that simple task seemed impossible.

9…

"Keep counting, just keep counting."

Mairon steeled himself and suddenly called fire to his hands, keeping the heat intense, but focused. He pressed it to her side, feeling the heat bubble under his fingers. He tried to work quickly, knowing just how much this was hurting her, but if it worked…

…Yes, the bleeding was slowly stopping. He winced, but drew more heat into his hands, trying to work faster. Sparks began to fly from his fingers as he moved them along her cut. “Keep counting,” he told her. “Stay awake.”

Suddenly he pulled his hands away, shaking off flakes of something dark and wisps of smoke from his hands. 

She could faintly heart an agonized scream ring out across the field. Was that her?  Most likely. Surely the orcs had heard that. They had to be close now. There was a searing pain in her abdomen, somehow more intense than before. The sickening smell of burning flesh mixed with the familiar metallic scent of blood hit her like a wave, making her nauseous.

She had forgotten to keep counting.

Where was she now? 5? 4? She couldn’t remember. The sky became blurred by spots black and tears that pooled in her eyes. She could feel them begin drift closed as the blackness beckoned, tears slipping out from under her eyelids.

She felt his hands leave, but the burning sensation remained along with the terrible pain. She couldn’t seem to force her voice to work, his name leaving her lips as a whisper, followed by a murmured apology. Her eyes refused to open and she couldn’t move more than an little at a time. Her hand still rested on his shoulder, but weakly, threatening to slip at any moment.

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Mairon violently shook his head as he clutched her hand to his face. “Never, Tithenár. Never. I’ll carry you if I must.”

She blinked up at, trying desperately to listen to what he was asking. But her mind felt numb and she could barely focus. Why would he ask her if she trusted him? Of course she did, but why should he need to know that now?

"I trust you." She replied, her voice raspy and almost a whisper. Closing her eyes, she tensed when another wave of terrible pain hit, making her gasp. She couldn’t comprehend why it hurt so badly now. Everything from the blood that soaked her fingers to the rapid fluttering of her heart was normal and almost familiar, but the way the world seemed to spin and make her head pound and the sweat that dotted her brow didn’t seem right.

But she ignored it, instead placing her hand on Mairon’s and opening her eyes to look up at him. “Whatever it is,” she mumbled, “make it quick.”

He moved her hand to his shoulder, letting her fingers dig into the fabric of his scarf as he placed both hands over her wound. It was deep, but it was a clean cut. Good. Gently he eased the sides together, wincing as he thought of the pain it must have given her.

"I want you to look up," he told her. "Watch the sky and count down from ten. Whatever you do, do not stop counting, you understand?"

He gritted his teeth, pressing his palms against her stomach. “Ready?”

She cried out as he pressed her skin together, making her fingers dig into his shoulder, her grip hard enough bruise. Trying to calm her unsteady breathing, she did as he said and stared up at the clear blue of the sky. She took a deep breath, nodding quickly to tell him she was ready.

10…

It hadn’t even begin and she already felt blackness trying to pull her from consciousness. She couldn’t leave yet. She had promised him she would finish counting, but even that simple task seemed impossible.

9…

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Mairon violently shook his head as he clutched her hand to his face. “Never, Tithenár. Never. I’ll carry you if I must.”

She winced in pain, clutching her stomach as blood poured from under her fingers. “N-no point…” She muttered, already struggling to keep her eyes open. “The orcs will return soon. You… You need to get away from here.”

"And we will," he said, letting go of her hand so he could check on her wounds. For a moment he froze, eyes squeezed shut against the sight. She had various scrapes and bruises that were quite nasty, but not lethal on their own. The gash across her stomach however… 

He sucked in a shaky breath, opening his eye again. He didn’t have enough with him to bind her wound and staunch the flow, but he did have something else.

Tithenár,” he said, his voice low and serious. “Do you trust me?”

She blinked up at, trying desperately to listen to what he was asking. But her mind felt numb and she could barely focus. Why would he ask her if she trusted him? Of course she did, but why should he need to know that now?

"I trust you." She replied, her voice raspy and almost a whisper. Closing her eyes, she tensed when another wave of terrible pain hit, making her gasp. She couldn’t comprehend why it hurt so badly now. Everything from the blood that soaked her fingers to the rapid fluttering of her heart was normal and almost familiar, but the way the world seemed to spin and make her head pound and the sweat that dotted her brow didn’t seem right.

But she ignored it, instead placing her hand on Mairon’s and opening her eyes to look up at him. “Whatever it is,” she mumbled, “make it quick.”


"Leave me behind."

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Mairon violently shook his head as he clutched her hand to his face. “Never, Tithenár. Never. I’ll carry you if I must.”

She winced in pain, clutching her stomach as blood poured from under her fingers. “N-no point…” She muttered, already struggling to keep her eyes open. “The orcs will return soon. You… You need to get away from here.”

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His breathing came in short, shallow gasps as his heart’s frenzied tempo had finally began slow. His blood streaked the fresh blanket of snow that surrounded him, and with each blink he felt his eyelids grow heavier until finally they fell shut. “O Elbereth, please…” It was all he could manage to stutter, and after an unsteady exhale he forced his eyes to snap open once more. The sun had moved. Confusion reigned; he swore he had only closed his eyes for a second, yet now the sun was beginning to fade behind the tree line of the battlefield and into the west. By some miracle he had survived the ambush, but Gil-galad knew it would be over soon. A frigid chill shot up his spine, though the snow no longer felt cold. “I am dying.”

Laurelin sighed heavily, almost stumbling as her sore muscles and legs threatened to give way under her. She leaned heavily against a tree as she regained her breath, eyes searching the battlefield. A cold feeling washed over her as a sudden realization hit her as heavily as a punch to the gut, driving the air from her lungs. She hadn’t seen Gil-galad since early in the battle, and even as she scanned the field she couldn’t find him. Heart pounding, she made her way through the maze of the dead and the dying. Her eyes searched furiously for a sign of him, whether it was a glint of golden armor or the locks of his dark hair. She couldn’t seem to make her voice work long enough to yell his name, fear forcing her throat to tighten. Hours seemed to pass as she searched, refusing to give up on finding him. But a sudden gasp made her straighten and scan the field again, frantically trying to find the source of the noise. Could it be him? Finally, her eyes rested on his fallen form, laid prone on the ground, blood pooled under him and staining the pure white of the snow. She fell to her knees next to him, hands taking his as she tried to calm her own rapid pulse. “Gil-galad,” she managed to choke.

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122. “The nightmares won’t stop.”

-“He is wonderful with kids, Ithiliel, and you will be too. It’s terrifying, I understand. You are not stupid and careless, in fact, you are one of the more careful people I know. Your children would be safe with you, and they will be lucky to have such a wonderful mother who can care for them.” She gave her a small smile, attempting to reassure her. But she felt tired and worn out from the conversation that made painful memories resurface, and the smile turned out weak and forced.

Ithiliel gave the elleth a weak nod. She was not sure about it herself. Nevertheless, the dream continued to haunt her every time she closes her eyes, and she was afraid of it. She scanned the elleth’s face carefully and noted the unnatural way of her smile. Her eyes did not hold such spark that she usually had. With curious eyes, Ithiliel asked worriedly. “Is something wrong, Laurelin?”

Laurelin shook her head and stood up, leaving the room before returning moments later with a bottle of particularly strong wine in hand. She sat back down with a heavy sigh and took a slow sip from the bottle. “Everything is fine. It’s nothing you need to be worried about.” She replied quietly, not meeting her eyes.

She noticed that the elleth didn’t look at her and felt a slight pang of guilt about dumping all her trouble to her. She kept her silent for a moment, composing herself again as she wiped her tears from her own face. “It obviously not nothing, Laurelin. Something must have bother you.”

“There is nothing wrong.” She snapped back, eyes flicking up to her, mirroring her defensive tone. She hated herself for speaking so sharply to the elleth, but she couldn’t look weak. She couldn’t let anyone else know of her inner turmoil. It was her burden to bear, not one that should be dumped on others. She didn’t mind Ithiliel speaking to her of her troubles, but the topic had struck a nerve and she couldn’t shake off the pain it caused.

Laurelin giggled and bolted down the hill as fast as her tiny legs could carry her, stumbling every so often over the steep decline. "Maglor!" She giggled happily, running towards him. ((I'M SORRY I HAD TO))

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Turning at the voice, Maglor saw her running down the slope and laughed, crouching and opening his arms invitingly, waiting to catch her and sweep her up and around. “Come on, sister!”

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She nodded and watched the nest in silence until he had turned around. “Will I ever have to leave home like the baby birds do?” She asked, resting her chin on the top of his head.

"We are not birds, Laurelin," replied Maglor in light, warm tones. "We may go where we will, but our hearts stay with our kin. With family is where we belong."

"i know I’m not a bird. I don’t have wings." Laurelin giggled, her eyes lighting up at the gentle reply. "So does that mean I’ll get to stay with Amme and Atya forever? I never ever have to leave?"

"Not if you don’t want to," laughed Maglor, "though I will be impressed if you still tolerate us all as well when you are older!"

“Why wouldn’t I t-tolerate you?” She asked, stammering slightly as she struggled to pronounce the word. “I like my big brothers. They’re nice and they play with me.” The elfling frowned down at him, furrowing her eyebrows.
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