Thranduil sighed into his hands and looked up to the ceiling. He couldn't rest. Not after the battle. His mind has kept him painfully aware of the reality that was his life.
Legolas had left.
His elk had passed.
His new ally lay in the infirmary.
She doesn't look well, her injuries are severe to say the least. He could not deny the fear he felt as he saw the boulder crash into her side. He could only watch as her gigantic form fell out the sky. It shook the ground like an earthquake. Ash had swirled in the air darkening the sky.
He thought their only hope had perished along with so many others.
They had won, however at what cost?
Men, elves, and dwarves lost their lives for a battle that should never had happened.
It was too much to take in at the moment.
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Lumina had managed to raise her torso from the bed without fire shooting up her spine.
She couldn't help but hate the fact that she was still breathing. She shouldn't have lived. She should have died on that battle field. She should have died inside Erebor a when Smaug fell.
He was the other half of her soul, or at least he was supposed to be. She lifted her uninjured arm and place it on the scar under her collar bone.
The raised flesh reminded her of the pain and grief that still was strong in her mind.
Lumina felt the hot tears hit her cheeks before she knew they had begun to form. She didn't bother to wipe them away.
She needed to feel them. It was for Fili, Kili, Thorin and anyone else she couldn't save.
Her claws dug into her collar bone tearing at the flesh while she cried.
It hurt so much.