-El shuts her eyes against the light, mind running through her counterattack, since apparently she's going to be alive to give one-
She opens her eyes.
He looks at her. Steadies himself.
Reminds himself she's several years younger than him, and -
Lord Elrond hadn't wanted him on the front. Estel had slipped out, and his adoptive father just hasn't caught up yet -
He usually feels too old for all the restrictions put on him.
Now -
Now he feels too young.
"I'll go with you," he says. "You shouldn't be alone."
"No."
She doesn't move, doesn't shake her head - but her voice is firm.
"I'm not bound by a mortal body. I don't need rest, or food, or water, or even air. I can't be injured."
"Estel..."
"I'm so, so glad you've been my friend. I'm so glad you're here, that you'll stand by me... But you'd slow me down."
"Thank you - so, so much."
She gets a map. The only thing she bothers packing before she leaves.
By the time El wakes up, Bellona is long, long gone.
This soldier saw her wake up Estel at an ungodly hour, though they left the tent. He hasn't seen her since.
"She's gone and so is-" El cuts herself off.
"And she came to see you last night and now you're out here."
Oh no how does he handle crying girls. How does he handle crying anyone. Elves don't cry!!!
"I'm - sorry - just - "
He flails and goes quiet.
"I'm so sorry."
"I - offered to go with her. I didn't want her alone, at least, but - "
"She said I'd slow her down."
"And - asked me to look after you."
He hugs himself, miserable.
There's not much to do, except -
Go about their lives.
And hope Bellona makes it out.