After the battle, there's so much to do;
attend to the wounded, I was one too.
A pyre for the foes, so many it seems;
I can't remember why, but my bandaged head bleeds.
Two shields were shattered, upon my arm,
one axe was broken, my best did most harm.
Legs, arms, and bodies dismembered and torn,
the orcs within reach screeched with alarm.
Swept away from Legolas, I fought on alone;
I wonder if his count will exceed my own,
though it matters not, now that this day is won.
I just pray I can find him and we can go home.