I held on to Kili's hand as tightly as I could, still trying desperately to see something. But I didn't see anything, I didn't see his brown eyes that I could sink into, not his mischievous smile, nothing. "Kili?" I wanted to hear his voice, even though I knew he was still there, I wanted to hear it.
"I'm here, everything's fine." I felt him move a little closer to me and put my hand against his cheek.
I let myself sink back into the bed a little "What happened?" I could feel Kili's hand tense at the question, I tried to smile "It's okay, I can handle it, whatever it is."
Suddenly there was a creak next to me, like someone getting up from an armchair "I'm going" it was Thranduil's voice "To fetch Gandalf." his footsteps moved away. His voice sounded angry, and desperate.
"Was that Thranduil?" I turned my head in the direction I thought Kili was.
For a second there was no reply, the time it took for a nod, "Yes he was here all the time." only now did I notice how rough and exhausted Kili's voice sounded "Leona you weren't awake for days."
I exhaled in resignation, days had passed since the battle and I had just been lying here. Although the healing chambers were certainly overflowing and I could have, helped.
"Legolas." it flashed through my mind, the last time he had lain unconscious with numerous wounds on the battlefield "Kili, what about Legolas?" I had trouble understanding his answer, because it was as if it was getting louder by every second in the room I was in. There were so many sounds coming at me. I heard the tearing of bandages, every creak when someone moved in a bed, the footsteps of every person in the room and every word that was spoken. I frowned a little and pushed the sounds back until I heard only Kili's clear voice again.
"Legolas is fine, mostly because of you." I heard Kili sigh.
I knew what he was trying to say with that sigh, it was a silent rebuke of why I always had to interfere everywhere.
I tried to sit up a little, but failed miserably and fell back into bed "I couldn't let him die Kili." I could still see I would have looked at him reproachfully now.
I only heard another sigh from him "I know that." then he helped me sit up and placed a cushion behind my back.
My hair fell a little in my face, I shook it a little until it just fell over my shoulders "What happened while I was gone?" I needed to know what I had missed.
"After the battle we all spent days searching the field for survivors." Kili swallowed a little "and treated the injured." I felt him squeeze my hand a little tighter "Tomorrow the dead will be buried." I heard his voice break a little.
A cold fist closed around my heart for there was one person he hadn't mentioned since I woke up "Kili where is Lillith?"
"Don't worry, she's helping build pyres out in the courtyard." his fingers started drawing circles on my hand.
It was a load off my mind to hear that nothing had happened to Lillith. But still I had a bad feeling, as if Kili was hiding something from me, as if something was wrong. But before I could ask him, I heard two pairs of footsteps approaching us. One of them was Thranduil, who already had almost a floating gait, the other had to be Gandalf, because in addition to the footsteps something tapped on the ground, which left a dull sound and could only be his staff.
"What do you mean Mithrandir?" Thranduil spoke softly but my blindness had sharpened my ears and so I understood him anyway "You didn't know this was going to happen?"
I twisted my face into a grin "Don't be so hard on Gandalf Thranduil, no one is all knowing."
I heard Gandalf mutter to himself, then he spoke louder again "Leona, that you are alive is actually quite a miracle."
I had to swallow "What do you mean Gandalf?" what had happened there on the battlefield?

Back Flasch Kilis view.
I saw Leona swoop down like a fiery comet on the Warlock of Angmar. As fast as I could I ran to her, or in the direction she had flown. "What was she thinking?" I thought desperately as I decapitated two orcs at once. Yet I knew exactly what she had been thinking, it wouldn't be Leona if she didn't throw herself headlong into danger to save everyone. I was inattentive for a moment and an axe slammed into my face with the flat side. Groaning, I went down and turned onto my back. The gigantic Mordor Orc stood over me, grinning and swinging his axe. I was still too dazed to think clearly, but one thing I knew, I could not die here. Only seconds before the axe hit me, I rolled away onto my side. The axe dug into the blood-soaked grass and stuck. While the orc was still busy pulling the axe out of the grass, I jumped up again and cut off his head with a roar. The head tumbled into the grass, rolled a few metres and then came to rest, the dead body collapsing against the axe. Still somewhat dazed, I stumbled on. I fought my way through the orcs, killing the orcs was only a secondary result, for my only goal was to get to Leona. My heart froze into ice when I heard Leona scream. Driven by the fear of losing her, I urged my exhausted body to run even faster. But before I could reach her, the shrieking that echoed across the battlefield changed. It was no longer Leona screaming, it was the warlock himself. Even as I ran, the screeching increased to an almost unbearable sound and then it was suddenly silent. I slaughtered two more orcs by running one into the sword of the other and ramming my sword into the mouth of the survivor. With a jerk I pulled my sword out again and when the dead orc finally fell down I saw it. The Ringwraith's armour lay dented on the ground, Legolas lay unconscious on the grass, only inches away was Thranduil, he was still conscious but virtually defenceless. A smile flitted across my face as I saw who was kneeling in front of the destroyed pieces of armour, Leona, as if in a trance she looked at the green spirits of the damned storming the city. Some elves were still fighting the last orcs around her. Relieved, I ran towards them, but something was wrong. Suddenly there was a clatter of armour. I ran even faster. Suddenly a black wave exploded from the remains of the warlock "Leona!" I yelled in horror.
She was knocked to the ground by the wave, the elves standing in the range of the wave went down screaming and got black lines all over them.
For a second I just stood frozen, staring at an Elf lying just two metres away from me, he was dead. Tears came to my eyes, my sword slipped from my hand and I ran towards Leona. She couldn't be dead, she just couldn't. I dropped to my knees beside her and pulled her into my arms. Blood was running from her closed eyes and ears. "Leona, Leona please say something." I pleaded, desperately putting my hand on her cheek. The only clue that told me she was still alive was her weak breathing. Tears were streaming down my face.
"Kili." she whispered suddenly.
I sat her up a little more "Leona?" but she said nothing more but went limp in my arms, some blood running from her nose down her pale face.
I pulled her head to my chest and yelled "We need help, please!" I rocked her back and forth, and in desperation I let out a scream into the sky that stretched across the battlefield of the battle we had won.

Present Leona's view
I felt a tear drip onto my hand, and heard Kili clear his throat beside me, probably to keep his composure "For days we thought you wouldn't make it." he whispered.
Even though I was shocked that all the elves within a metre radius had died and I had survived I twisted my face into a slight smile and turned my head in the direction I thought Kili was facing "I've told you many times, you can't get rid of me."
He laughed, sounding like he still had tears in his eyes "I know that."
"Do you even know what the consequences will be?" I was a little startled by Thranduil's voice, it sounded so angry, full of self-loathing "Do you know what it means for an Elf to be blind."
I heard his footsteps moving away "Thranduil come back!" I shouted after him, tears coming to my eyes, because until now I hadn't thought about it. I hadn't thought about what it meant to never be able to see again. But his footsteps moved further and further away and finally faded away completely "What's wrong with him?" I hadn't seen Thranduil so upset and angry in decades.
I heard a dull thumping beside me, which told me that Gandalf was leaning on his staff "He blames himself for everything."
"WHAT!" this was such nonsense "It was my choice to fight with the warlock, no one forced me!"
I wanted to sit up and get out of bed but I was immediately pushed back by Kili "What on earth are you doing?" his voice sounded authoritative, as if there was no way he was going to let me get out of this bed.
Somewhat I resisted him, but I felt myself that I was not yet strong enough to get up and walk around, besides I would run into everything and everyone "I have to tell him that it's not his fault! " I let myself sink back in despair.
"I'll get him here." Gandalf muttered and already his footsteps were moving away.
I calmed down a little, but somehow I suddenly got a strange feeling "Kili, everyone is staring at me aren't they?" I had a distinct sense of when I was being watched, I didn't need eyes for that.
"No." sounded unconvincing "No one is staring at you, you are in a secluded room." he started drawing circles on my hand again, which was somehow reassuring.
For some time we didn't talk, he just sat next to me and drew circles on my hand with his finger. It was enough for me to know that he was holding my hand, that he was here and that he wouldn't leave me, because that was the secret fear that crept up on me the longer I thought about it. Would Kili, stay with me, now that I could no longer see. I would never be able to fight again, ever. Apart from the fact that I would never be able to live the way I used to.
Suddenly I heard footsteps moving towards my bed again. "Kili, give us a few minutes will you?" I asked him.
"Of course." I could feel a faint smile on his face, "I'll tell the others you're awake." He let go of my hand and I heard his footsteps moving away.
It only took seconds for someone to sit down on the chair next to my bed, I could tell by the elegance, the few sounds and the clatter of the sword that it was Thranduil "Thranduil, it wasn't your fault." I tried to tell where exactly he was by his breathing so I could at least turn my head towards him.
I heard him laugh bitterly "you attacked the warlock to protect me, it's my fault."
At that I suddenly became incredibly angry "And what do you think I was supposed to do?" I shouted " Letting you die!"
"Maybe that would have been better." he said dryly.
My breath caught in my throat "Give me your hand." I demanded as he held it out to me I placed it over my heart "Do you feel that Thranduil I am not dead, I am still alive!"
I heard him gulp "Yes but you are blind." he pulled his hand away again.
I let out a sigh "yes I am but I just need time to get used to it. I've been through so much crap, I just refuse to give up now! " the words that came out of my mouth surprised myself. But the moment I said them, I decided to make them real. I would not give up, I would fight and learn to live with my blindness.
"Good attitude mother." suddenly came Lillith's voice from somewhere.
I smiled "Lillith." I heard her come to my bedside and settle down beside me, a second pair of footsteps joined her, it was Kilis. But there were footsteps again that I couldn't place "Who is it?" I hated to ask that but there was no other way to find out.
I heard Thranduil walk out of the room, I hoped he would not burden himself with the weight of guilt.
When no answer came to my question I repeated it.
"Jessel." I heard a murmur.
I gasped "What are you doing here, your sister and you were supposed to be going to Rivendell!" I listened for another few footsteps, for when Jessel was in a place Andrea was usually not far away, but the footsteps did not come "Jessel did Andrea go to Rivendell?"
I got no answer, just an awkward silence "Jessel where is your sister?" Panic overcame me, cold crept into my heart "Kili, where is our daughter?!"
Kili gently took my hand, a tear dripped on it, shed by my
"She is dead."