Together they fought side by side. Fear of death and fear over the black magic heard compelled her to use her weakened arms to swing her blades. But all at once the Elf was overcome and brought down before her eyes. They sunk their teeth into his flesh. No sound came from him as she saw his blades pierce through the wargs body that was on top of him. She rushed to his aid as they tore into him. She hacked them off, but the damage was done. She watched helplessly as he faded away into unconsciousness as his body layed among by dead wargs.
As she gazed upon him she heard a females voice. It was beautiful! It was soothing! It sounded nothing like the voice she had heard with the wargs that carried a tone of evil. It was if hope was being given away in a simple voice, and this hope broke the silence, "Tahjun, Echuio!" She looked in all directions but there was no woman to be seen. Again she heard it, "Tahjun, Echuio!"
Than she heard his voice weakened and distant sounding. Quickly she looked to him again with her eyes wide open, but to her dismay he was still unconscious. None the less she heard words part from his lips as he responded by whispering, "The life...in the leaves of Lorien...has not been given to me...Hiril Galadriel," his voice cracked, wavered, and faded. Before he slipped away again into the blackness she heard him mutter, "Guren...raakina...."
