How did my path lead me here?

Hot sharpness of metal

slices through flesh,

agonizing pain making my nerves scream.

I look down and see blood flow...

Ne'er has my blood escaped my veins

like the great River Nimodel,

nor has the crimson color

caused me so much confusion.

An even greater pain

smashes into my backside,

my breath catching deep in my lungs.

Quiet...so, so quiet...

Only the sound of my waning heartbeat.

Weak...

How dizzy I feel...

How slowly the world seems to spin.

What is happening? What is this feeling?

Is this the same fear Men experience in war?

How strange I feel.

Faces of my fallen kin

stare at me,

unmoving eyes reflecting sorrow and grief.

Bravely they fought,

proudly they died,

holding true to their oaths

to fight alongside their allies.

Fair even in death...

Farewell, my friends;

you kept your honor

with swords of steel and swift flying arrows.

We shall see one another

amongst the stars of night.

Darkness veils me

as I hear my name called one last time,

but it fades along with everything.

Goodbye, sons and Lords of Men.

Cut a lock of my hair

to be given to my brothers.

My final wish...

I am sorry I could not stand longer.

Strength be with you.

Namaarie...