52, Tossdir :3
52. Fake death/presumed dead
oh hehehhee...... want something horribly angsty? how about that one time Tossdir kinda sorta died for a minute after the Tur-Morva rescue!
Tossdir wasn’t really sure where he was. He stood in a mostly black space, empty, and a little cold. He was dimly aware that he was in pain, but he couldn’t tell where, it was just dull like everything else. He thought he heard someone shouting earlier, but he can’t remember why they were, it felt like so long ago. What was he doing before he came to this place? Maybe there was a battle of some kind, but he wasn’t sure, all he knew was that he felt very tired.
He suddenly becomes aware of a familiar presence standing before him, he looks up
“Meneldir…?”
His brother seemed more surprised than he was, “Tossdir?” but Meneldir’s shock quickly fell away into a look of sheer horror that Tossdir couldn’t understand the reason for “No… no no no, you shouldn’t be here! Not now, not this soon-”
“What are you talking about? Is that really you-” he took a step towards Meneldir
“Stop! Don’t come any closer!” Meneldir shouted, taking a step back from him. Tossdir froze, a terribly familiar pain seizing his heart at the words. After all this time, Meneldir still pushes him away.
“...Mennie?” is all he could manage to say for a moment, between the hurt and confusion “I… I missed you”
“I missed you too,” Meneldir attempted to give a comforting smile, despite the panic in his voice and the tears welling in his eyes “but please, you… you cannot stay here. You have to leave, right now.”
“What... is happening? Why do you still push me away?” He tried to take another step forward.
“Stop!” Meneldir shouted again, “I’m sorry, but if you stay here you’ll die,” tears ran down Meneldir’s face, but the desperation and sorrow in his voice did nothing to dissuade Tossdir “you have to turn back, your friends still need you.”
“I still need you!” he didn’t understand why Meneldir seemed to think he was in danger here, and honestly he didn’t care to. The sight of his brother here tore open the wound in his heart all over again, and he could not willingly leave now no matter what he said. “Meneldir, please, don’t- don’t do this again!” from behind him he felt a hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him back, but he instinctively fought against it.
“It isn’t your time yet, don’t fight them” Tossdir felt another hand on his other arm pulling him back, he heard a familiar voice beckoning him, but he couldn’t hear what she said.
“Don’t leave me again!” he pleads through blinding tears. Even if he can’t stay here he has to get to Meneldir, he has to at least hug him one last time, but still he is pulled back, too weak to struggle any more.
“I’m sorry Tossdir, I will find you again,” Meneldir quietly promised “I love you, always remember that”
"No, wait-!" Tossdir lost his footing, fell back, and knew nothing more.
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Meneldir is gone. Thick darkness still surrounds him, but this time he lays on his back, all too aware of the pain he’s in, of the lash wounds he is now laying on and the numerous searing cuts left by Falcon blades. His head is spinning, hot tears cling to his face and his chest aches terribly.
“He’s breathing again,” a weary voice above him says, it might be Saeradan “I think the worst is over.”
“Thank the Valar…” Another voice, Ethedis he thinks. He feels a hand clasped tightly around his own. “please, just stay with us this time…” She sounds different, her voice is weak now, thin like paper. He tries to ask if she’s hurt, but all he manages is a pained groan. A cool hand brushes the sweat and tears from his face, all he can do is lean into the touch “You're alright, Toss,” she says “just rest now.”
There is no fight left in him, so he simply does as she asks. His senses and thoughts blur into one another and fade, sleep finally takes him.
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