[By the time Thranduil was found, he'd already lost a lot of blood. As it stands, he's in shock, shivering and struggling to remain conscious. The world has long since gone soft, but the pain is as solid as ever. Occasionally his hands grip the air as if he's still trying to cling to Nymeria's coat, though he's on the bed now and no longer riding on the great wolf's back.]
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