His world was smooth and dark and filled with sound—the crashing of waves and, rising above them, the clamour of voices, crying out in fear and pain.

Help me! they screamed.

Where am I?

What is happening to me?

Legolas closed his eyes and thought of Eowyn.

He shut out the shouts and the wails and the sudden shrieks of death, and remembered her love, her warmth, her smile.

And, when his voice joined all the rest, it was to call to her—to comfort her, and to tell her of his determination to return to her.