"No one can hurt you now."
He had fought. Oh he had fought so hard. With everything that had been within him. He had used every ounce of power. Every ounce of magic that was stored within. But it had not been enough. And he had seen them fall. One by one. He had seen his people fall. Until only him was left. But that was good, for he had pleaded them to pull back. Pull back whereas he had not the chance. Too many had been upon him.
And his swords had drank the blood of orcs. He had killed many before finally he had fallen himself. And it was there he lay now, forgotten and left for dead. The once great king would be no more. His hair lay splayed around him, rattling breaths left his broken body and the only thing he could think of was his son.
His poor son.
For this was not the ending he had wished upon him. There were tears that gathered, tears he tried to fight back by closing his eyes. And it was then he heard the movement of someone coming to him. And he could only pray the ending would come quickly.
"No-one can hurt you now..."
A voice so familiar. One he had heard not so long ago either. Gil-Galad. Tired eyes opened, gazing up at the High King for a moment before finally his lips curved up faintly.
"I made a mistake." he managed to choke out through bloodied lips.











