Telumë half-wakes to movement. More lights. He thinks maybe he's being carried by someone, except that doesn't quite make sense, whatever's supporting him is hard and cold and metallic...
Maybe Vanyel is getting him back to the north? That would make sense. Telumë vaguely wishes they could leave it alone for a while, though. Wishes things would just stop. He's dizzy and his entire body hurts and it feels deeply unreasonable that, after he finally managed to defeat Sauron - at the cost of multiple countries - there continue to be MORE THINGS.
Something jars him and he almost screams, would scream if he had the breath, instead it's only a whimper.
And then finally, blessedly, the motion stops and he's horizontal, mostly. Something squeezes his arm. A while after that, the pain eases.
Telumë still has very little idea what's happening, but it's definitely not Sauron, so...the situation will be all right. He did his part, to make it that way, and now he's done and he lets the darkness swallow him.