Current mood:

melancholy

Burns...
It wasn't until later that night during their escape that Treebeard began feeling the throbbing pain of his burns. They weren't that bad, just as longs as none of his limbs had been...missing. But his bark-like skin was now black and charred in places. Hmm, this will be showing for years before it fully heals. thought Treebeard idly.

The elves around him had stopped for a rest in some place, rather far from the now overrun Imladris. All were looking tired, distraught, and hurt. The attack had taken something from all of them. He could still remember the screaming of his beloved trees as each of them ignited like torches under the fire of the flaming arrows.

But his injuries would be fine, nothing really serious. The rest of them needed their rest and didn't need other worries to deal with.