The streets of Dale ran red with blood and gore. The wails of the folk, of elves, or dying orcs echoed off the broken walls.

It made your ears ring, both from the cries and from the adrenaline of battle.

Where was he? You had lost sight of Thranduil in the chaos, trusting him to keep himself safe, but not being able to find him was making your chest twist.

Minutes ticked by before you found him, his sword dripping black blood, and out of instinct, you reached out to him with a whimper.