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"Elrond!" Galadriel cried, crawling over to him. He lay on the ground, fighting for air and clasping at the wound as the bloodstain grew.
She knelt over him, forcing away his bloodied hands before she tore at the trashed cloth, ripping it further apart to get a clear view of the wound.
When she saw that it had blackened the veins under his skin, she felt a pain so deep in her heart, if felt as if Sauron might've stabbed her herself.
Elrond tried to speak, but only he coughed up blood and writhed in fear and in pain as he felt his flesh begin to burn. His eyes grew wide as they locked with hers, which were filled with tears.
"No! No, Elrond. Elrond!" she cried, cupping his cheek in her hand.
He was growing cold at the touch.
He was fading, slipping through her fingers.
"High King! she called, frantically looking through the tall trees.
"He is dying! Hurry!"
"Step aside!" She heard the King command, in a frantic tone. His brows were furrowed and his eyes so suddenly full of fear. Arondir appeared behind him, rushing to the Herald's side.
Galadriel relentlessly clung onto Elrond's trembling hand, her other hand never parting from his cheek as she caressed it as she begged him to stay with her.
He coughed her name, his voice growing quieter wich each whisper he attempted.
Blood trickled off the edge of his lips and a lonely tear fell from his eye.
"G...ladriel." he choked, following her eyes with his.
Arondir cursed, frustrated by the feeling of helplessness he was feeling.
"High King we're losing him!"
Gil-galad moved swiftly, pressing his hands over the wound as he recanted a powerful cast in Quenyan, so strong one could feel the spirits of old surroundings them.
Galadriel ceased to cry, looking around them as the tree's crowns began to bend by magic.
Elrond's eyes opened and fluttered shut, just as his breath, ragged and irregular, grew more frantic.
"Galadriel! " the King screamed, pulling her out of her trance.
"Aid me or he will die! Quickly! "
She looked at Arondir as another tear fell from her lashes. He nodded, taking Elrond's hand out of hers.
She looked at Elrond one last time, when she suddenly remembered how he'd pulled her from the river, and how glad she was to be held and consoled by him.
And from that memory she pulled her strength, and joined the might of Nenya with Vilya's, for she could not lose him.
Fade to black.