He was lying on the muddy ground and around him night had finally fallen and the sounds of battle died.
How much time had passed since he had fallen he did not know.
He took breath after laboured breath, waiting.
He was going to die, he knew in his heart that he would not see the wilds of his home again.
Suddenly a shape leaned over him, calling his name softly.
He smiled as he recognised the voice of his Captain. A last sigh escaped his lips.
"Rest thou well, my friend, my good Halbarad." The Captain choked back tears.
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