[Orofaniel]

The drowsiness made him dizzy as he lay still. He was drifting away. The dreams were all over and he found it hard seperating them. What was real and what fantasy? He couldn't stay on one path only; it was as if he had no control at all. Sighing in his endless sleep he lay there. Around him followed a battle, a bloody battle between the Corsairs and the Elves. He knew this because he was somewhat conscious, but at the same time he was dead to the world. He could feel the warming heath around his throat as he had great difficulties breathing. He struggled against the fever that was about to come over him. He had been in the icy water for a long time and this was the result.

Suddenly, he could hear Annû’s and Carandû’s voice. The words were not easy to understand, but at least he heard the voices of those friendly creatures. He tried to open his eyes, but they wouldn't let him. Another struggle followed. Two faint shapes were standing in front of him, fighting like heroes against the horrible Corsairs that wanted to see the Elven brothers' blood flow on the ice. The brothers wanted the opposite - he could tell by their way of fighting. As he saw how the Corsairs attacked them, he felt like he was suffocation. He would lie there and watch them fall without doing anything. He struggled again, trying to move his cold body. It worked. His hands clenched to the solid ground, fighting himself up in a sitting position. His vision however, was still faint and he still felt like he was burning up inside.

"Behind you Galhardir!" A voice cried. Galhardir turned, and it seemed like an eternity before he noticed what was coming towards him. A sword was going to strike him right down if he didn't move quickly. His thoughts weren't clear, nor was his vision, so what was he going to do? Fumbeling on all four, he managed to seize a club just in time before it was to late. He hewed it through the air and hit the man that was coming for him. He fell to the ground with a great sound, and found himself now on Galhardir's level. As the Corsair yet again tried to get a hold of his sword, one of the elven brothers then managed to force an attack. The Corsair got up, and fought back; leaving Galhardir was out of danger – for now, at least. Thinking of Annû and Carandû as his good friends as they had saved him from the enemy, Galhardir fell again to the ground as he fainted.