*squeezes his eyes shut and does not know how anything can feel soothing when the life is leaving his body, but your touch is familiar and your kiss is gentle and something you're saying makes sense to him, in some odd way*
*tries to hold his breath and loses his hold the first time, but does a little better on a second try*
love...my love
*his fingers gripping you so tightly his knuckles turn as white as his face and his hand shakes alarmingly* I... I don't... *hitches in another breath, though this one is not quite so frantic* Glorfindel.