Darkness embraced him.Everything faded from around him, his sight, hearring and smell.Even pain, he couldn't feel pain either anymore.It was like everything paused, and time stoped passing by. "Is that how death feels like?", Angelnarth thought. "And what of my men, will i meet them again? Perhaps i won't be allowed to follow them, as a punishment for falling last, an unworthy leader as i was." He struggled to move, to open his eyes, to scream...but no voice came out of his lips, no move from his limbs and body, like he didn't own them anymore.
Time started to lose sense.Has it been an hour, or a year, he wondered.He struggled to hear the voices of his men again, their sight as they were falling to the cowardly orcs of Angmar, the mighty trolls and the traitorous Angmarim.And then he saw him, the Steward himself, laughing above him, ready to deal the final blow to him. A chill, followed by a shiver all through his body could be fellt.And now, voices.The sights of what seemed to be past, now faded.Two, maybe three voices could now be heard coming from inside his head.
He tried now to focus on the voices, to get a clue that his wasn't losing his sanity, inside this unending darkness, taking over his mind and senses. Sindarin, he thought with hope. "These are Quendi i can hear talking!". And now, he felt thirst.A very welcome thirst for him, a sign of him being alive and awake. He struggled again to form words with his lips and voice. "N..nen.Nen, please.", he lisped to his saviours.A warm, friendly touch could now be felt upon his face, follow by some pain in his chest area,an undisputed clue for him that he was still breathing upon Middle Earth now. "The man Angelnarth is awake, inform Elrond.", he heard from above him. "Do not move, mellonamin.You are safe, in Rivendell.", the voice said next, "Este should indeed like you a great deal, to send you back to us so soon..". He felt some cool water upon his face, oppening his mouth quickly to sate his thirst.". He coughed loudly, trying to move his body, but feeling more pain in return.He was struggling to open his eyes, to take a look of his surroundings.But they wouldn't open.And they caused him pain now, a great deal of pain.
"Please, hirril.", he said to the womanly voice from above him, with a low, weak tone. "Do something for my eyes, they hurt so much.And everything is so dark, like a starless night.And my arms, the left one hurts a little, but i cannot feel my right one.Tell me, is it there?". Angelnarth was not himself for the first time in years.He was afraid, of the darkness around him.Afraid of his own life. Fear, and doubt he felt.
A gently touch upon his forehead came to calm him a little."Rest now, or you will give us even more things to worry about.We will do our best to help you recover.And your arms are fine.."
