"Nothing now, Haldir, but put yourself out," Galadriel replied, already breathing heavier than she had been. His armor smoldered still and the flames from the chair were growing gradually. "And perhaps that."

She gestured to the chair with one hand as she turned toward the doorway.

I feel safer with you on guard, once you have extinguished that, patrol as you may.

It took effort for her to find the door and opening it was something of an ordeal, but momentum carried her forward. She would have to find Gwenaëlle and explain...and perhaps locate water to sate her thirst and the demanding headache blooming behind her eyes.