Immortal Death
by Eglerio Hyn
Pain ripped through his arm, startling him from
his frenzy. Pain. It was almost foreign to him, strange and terrible. Haldir
turned and plunged his sword deep into a Uruk-Hai. Eyes closed with exhaustion
and darkness. Someone came behind him. But it was too late, something sharp
struck him, deeply. Another wave of pain crushed through his body. Haldir
began to fall, feeling his life seep from him. He looked around him, a wash
of new sensations, horrifying sensations. He saw death. It touched him, flowed
around him, vibrated in the air. His fallen comrades and friends all drowned
in the sea of death. A sadness like he had never felt before surged through
him. Haldir dimly heard a voice calling his name. A familiar, angry and saddened
voice, he heard the clash of swords. Another Orc fell dead. Aragorn’s arms
caught him as he fell, but Haldir didn’t feel them. His eyes stilled, and
his spirit fled.
He had tasted death, and sorrow. Perhaps one
day his spirit would return to these lands. He hoped it would be a more peaceful
and hopeful age than the one he died in.
