I felt pain, as I watched Vanya on the ground. Such a gentle being like her did not deserve this. Even worse it was seeing Legolas. Stained in her blood, he whispered her name. As he had most of the time he carried her. He was hurting, deeply. I did not approach, not sure if I should.
He called for me, touching Vanya’s cheek. He did not like what he fell. I agreed with him, as I sat down beside her, tending to her wound. She was getting cold. But still she kept breathing, not willing to let go. I knew of the responsibility she felt for Frodo, and knew she would not stop fighting to live. I hardly noticed the others surrounding us, as I pushed her cape aside and opened up her clothes, so that I could get to the wound. Blood came rushing out, and I quickly bandaged it. I could not clean it, until the bleeding slowed. All I could do now was cover it in bandages.
I hear Legolas call with great fear in his voice, as Vanya’s eyes slowly closed. She quickly opened them again, looking at Legolas. She did not speak, still I felt like I was interrupting a private moment.
“Stay with me.”
Legolas begged her. She looked at him, with so many feelings in her eyes that I could not keep up with them. He reached for her, and she whispered with a thin voice.
But before Legolas was able to touch her, her eyes closed again. She became troubling still. I quickly reached for her, fearing we had lost her. I was relieved to find that her heart was still beating. A bit faint, but still she lived. She would not give up so easily.
“She is alive.”
I told the others, before looking at Legolas again. I almost panicked. I had never seen him like this. He looked like a ghost of himself. All pale and with eyes that cried out with pain. I even saw tears. He was so afraid of losing her, I began to wonder. Did he really see her as more than just a responsibility?
I had walked in on them, arguing. He had hit her, something I never thought he would have. And as she walked away, I stopped him from following her. He cursed at me in the most foul way. But when I had asked him, he had said nothing about her. Only that it was a mistake taking her with us.
As all the pieces came together, I understood his fear.
I called his name, having realized the truth. He looked up, and his gaze grew hard.
“We must get her to safety, so she can heal.”
He said. I just nodded. This was not the time to discuss what I had learned.
“The Woods of Lothlórien.”
I said, as Legolas carefully picked up Vanya in his arms. He nodded, and we moved on. We had to hurry, if we were to save her life.