Elrond moves through the cluster of orcs in front of his wife like a blade through smoke.
One of the orcs manages to get through his defense, aiming for his neck. He falls back and the blade cuts across his shoulder instead. He's lost the plate covering it. Possibly right after it deflected an arrow that nicked his arm instead.
(He's broken it off. No sense in trying to do anything about the tip. It would merely start bleeding. And he can move.)
It's a deep gash and it should worry him that he doesn't really feel any pain. But it doesn't.
Celebrian is on the ground. Eyes closed. She is breathing . Her dress is torn.
His hands slip on the hilt of his sword. It's slick. It hasn't felt that way in ages. He still manages to bury it in the gut of the Orc in front of her. And when it falls, the weight of the body pulls it from his hands.
He doesn't try to retrieve it.
Instead, he unclasps his cloak with clumsy fingers. (Possibly poison. Maybe just nerves that have been damaged by either blade or arrow) He drapes it over her body. Warming her. Hiding the tatters. And the blood.
"I'm here, love." Murmured too softly to be heard over the din. She opens her eyes.
He doesn't see the orc throwing itself at them, sword raised.
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Date: 2014-06-08 12:28 pm (UTC)From:Elrond moves through the cluster of orcs in front of his wife like a blade through smoke.
One of the orcs manages to get through his defense, aiming for his neck. He falls back and the blade cuts across his shoulder instead. He's lost the plate covering it. Possibly right after it deflected an arrow that nicked his arm instead.
(He's broken it off. No sense in trying to do anything about the tip. It would merely start bleeding. And he can move.)
It's a deep gash and it should worry him that he doesn't really feel any pain. But it doesn't.
Celebrian is on the ground. Eyes closed. She is breathing .
Her dress is torn.
His hands slip on the hilt of his sword. It's slick. It hasn't felt that way in ages. He still manages to bury it in the gut of the Orc in front of her. And when it falls, the weight of the body pulls it from his hands.
He doesn't try to retrieve it.
Instead, he unclasps his cloak with clumsy fingers.
(Possibly poison. Maybe just nerves that have been damaged by either blade or arrow)
He drapes it over her body. Warming her. Hiding the tatters. And the blood.
"I'm here, love." Murmured too softly to be heard over the din. She opens her eyes.
He doesn't see the orc throwing itself at them, sword raised.