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No.. ”L-Legolas?..” At first, her voice was hardly more than a choked whisper, and she wrapped her hands around her throat. But in a moment she had sprinted the short distance between them, dropping to her knees and ignoring the flaring pain it caused. ”L-Legolas!” she screamed, grabbing his shoulders and shaking them harshly, with no response. ”Legolas, you have to get up, now!”
This was wrong. He shouldn’t have been still; he should have been jumping up and scaring her, or scolding her for moving him like he did when he was hurt, or telling her not to worry. Something. ”P-please… please don’t do this, don’t- don’t do this!” she sobbed, burying her face in his hair.
…Which was strange, considering she hadn’t remembered lifting him into her arms. Nor did she remember when the tears had started running down her face, but now she couldn’t get them to stop. ”D-don’t go.. don’t leave me, please.” She tightened her hold on him, still trembling as she had from the moment she saw him. ”I- damn it, I’m so- I’m sorry.. I’m sorry, okay?! I’m sorry, just come back! Come-.. I didn’t… I didn’t protect you, I’m s-sorry..” Letting her eyes slip shut she was silent, praying for him to open his own and tell her that she didn’t have to be, that it wasn’t her fault. Like he always did.
Finally she couldn’t take it anymore, and let out a long cry, not bothering to care who heard.