That was the first thought that had wormed him out of unconsciousness, he was so cold. Freezing in fact. Why was he so cold? Glorfindel could think of nothing but cold as he lay there.
Why was everything. So. Fuzzy? And heavy. His limbs were so heavy.
Glorfindel groaned. Perhaps this was a prank.
Had Ecthelion moved his bed in the fountain again?
There was water lapping at his limbs. However. It felt. Different. Heavy. Everything was so heavy.
Glorfindel could not find any energy to move. Everything was too, blurred.
“Glorfindel.” His eyes shot open.
Everything felt like fire.
All at once energy surged through him. Zapping through his body as a strike of lighting. Everything hurt. Burned. His chest burned. Fire. With every choked breath, Glorfindel’s chest was further consumed by the fire. Coughing hurt worse, and blue liquid sputtered out of his lungs with every rasp.
“It’s okay! It’s okay! Just breathe.” A han