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aras examined legolas and looked at haldir, "should we remove the sword and apply preasure to stop the bleeding?" she asked, she wasn't very skilled in healing

aras fell back with a soft thud "valar, why legolas? why us? so much has happened" she muttered looking t haldir with sad distant eyes

aras stroked legolas's cheek gently and sighed, she removed the first layer of her tunic and put it under legolas's head before leaning against haldir's chest

she sighed, "if we remove the sword we can stop the bleeding with some water bandages and stitches, i am no healer either but i do not think leaving a sword embed in his stomach is a wise choice

Alandis walked up to the group of elves, kneeling down next to Thranduil. She did not push aside the king, but used her own hands to apply pressure to the critical points around the blade.
Her head was bowed, long brown strands of hair falling over her blue and green eyes, hiding the tears that were welling up. The Healer had become frustrated to the new turn of events, and she did not want anyone else to see. She was the support in the time of war, and the others were helping the victims deal with minor burnings. THey could nothing for those who were lost the fire that was still alive and consuming the city.
Things were not meant to be this way.
Legolas laid there, a sword protuding from his back. From this view, she could guess that it barely missed his liver, but possibly punctured a kidney. Yes, removing the sword was the worst thing to do now.
Yet she couldn't turn him over to stop the bleeding from his abdomen.
Instead she pulled what little supplies she had left in her bag, her hands working furiously as she let them take a mind of their own.


Sario dropped her own sword a minute after the Balrog had been dead. She couldn't let her guard down, but finally she could no longer hold what was burning her hands. An old and familiar stench reached her nose as she gazed down to the blisters upon her palms and fingers.
Her skin had turned a clear white, and she did her best not to flex that particular area.
Turning, she slowly approached where Legolas lay, aided by his friends an a Healer.

"I'm trying to keep the bleeding controlled..." the woman gasped, stopping to rub her eyes with the back of her hand, as she continued on. "I want to get the sword out but this requires surgery and we are not in the right place, nor time to do it."
Finally, Alandis sighed as she cursed. "Someone get Sallia, now. She will be the one to heal him, as it seems that I cannot."

Sario focused her eyes on Thranduil, before she nodded her head, taking another step closer to them. Stretching her arms, she summoned up her energy. This time though, she was without Sallia's necklace and could not help heal the prince.
But she would lend him strength to survive, long enough until his wife would come. Glowing gently, she let her light encompass the blonde elf and held it there.

"Yes," Sario responded, her features softening as she kept her energy pouring into Legolas. "It is gone, Legolas. Just rest now, Sallia will be here to help you in a minute. All is well..."