Characters/Pairing: Gilraen, Elladan
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
Aragorn had been particularly fussy that day, complaining of aching gums with new teeth coming in. Gilraen had just put him to bed and settled down beside the hearth when she heard shouting outside, and moments later an urgent knock at the door.
Something dropped in her stomach as she rose to answer.
Elladan - she thought, it was hard to tell in the dark - stood there, disheveled and smeared with dirt and blood. "Gilraen," he said.
The look in his dark eyes said everything, whose blood mingled with orcs' on his chainmail. "No. No, no, no..."
"Gilraen - I'm so sorry."