Legolas's pov
When I wake, I feel pain shooting through every part of my body. My chest feels like it's on fire. I hurts so bad I can't even think straight. An image flashes in my mind.
"Glynn." I moan. I hear someone readjust their position next to me, then somehow clutches my hand.
"Legolas?" A voice asks. I hurt to much to tell who it is. Suddenly a flare of pain shoots through my chest. I cry out in agony. "Legolas?!" The voice repeats, with a more concerned tone. The pain flares down slightly. More images flash in my mind. The orcs. Glynn. The arrow. Pain shoots through me in remembrance. I moan slightly. My breathing quickens and my chest tightens.
"I-Is s-s-s-he okay?" I gasp, my chest growing more painful with each breath.
"Glynn is fine, Legolas." The voice soothes, and their hand clutches mine tighter. "But it is you we need to worry about." I feel my body relaxes and tension I didn't even know was there disappears. Glynn was fine. That's what matters. I feel my mind slow down and I just concentrate on breathing right. Slowly, my mind gives way and I fall into darkness.