As flowing water

As flowing water your blood runs under my hands, and for once I am unable to stop it. The precious liquid leaves your body, and you know as well as I that there will be no tomorrow for you.

"Look after Eirien and the children for me," the words are barely more than a whisper.
"I will," I do not know if I can keep my promise. "Now rest in peace, son of Arnor."
"I am glad you are here with me at this hour, I could not have wished for a better death."

A last sigh leaves his body, and Halbarad is no more.
The time for tears will come later, but first I make must sure that his death was not in vain.