The Moon of Silver Twilight Sets

Hope calls us back to retreat. Perhaps, with the protection the inner walls will offer, we will last the night. Perhaps. I feel that if we can just stay alive for the night, our victory will come with the dawn, though I cannot say what force could turn the battle in our favor at this point. The clouds conceal the moon behind angry grayness, and we cannot stand against the shadow alone. Yet, we are not alone; we have hope, and so there is a chance that we could manage. I turn to order my archers back. We will die if we linger.

The rapid death around me comes to a sudden and grinding halt as I feel an Orc-sword pierce my flesh. The sounds of the world grow dim to my ears as I collapse to my knees. My eyes drift across my fallen comrades lying sprawled in the rain. I taught most to battle myself. I wonder if their deaths are a failure on my own part, for having taught them insufficiently, or for leading them poorly? My thoughts come as rivers swell in spring, and it surprises me how random some seem.

...I'm sorry, my brothers, I've failed you...

...Will they leave my body behind...

...I have failed my lord and lady...

...Forgive me...

...Did they hear the order to fall back...

...I can't see the moon behind these clouds...

...Just once more...

...When the sun shines in Lothlorien...

...It can't end here...

...I've failed you…

...I want to see the shining trees again...

...We come to honor that allegiance...

...Fall back to the Keep...

...I want to hold my children one more time...

...You bring great evil here...

Another strikes me in the head. I fall, the only sound now my slowing heartbeat. Someone catches me, my head lolls back against his shoulder, and I meet the eyes of hope. I am too weak to speak, I can barely discern his face, but somehow everything is said, and I am glad.

...You can go no further...

...Leave me and run...

...Just once more...

...Forgive me, my brothers...

...The Golden Wood...

...So much lost...

...I want to hold my children in my arms...

...Haldir is my name...

...When all is done...

...The Ring...

...From Lord Elrond...

...Will they sing of me...

...Beneath the silver twilight...

...Forgive me...

...My children...

...My brothers...

...My lord...

...My lady...

...I...

...I--

A/N: Does Haldir have children? I don't know! Tolkien never mentions it! I say, why not?