While had hoped to keep this a secret from Gandalf, the march warden knew that would be a fool's errand. As much as he truly detests the thought of troubling anyone with his wounds, Haldir figured it wouldn't be long until the Maia figured something was amidst. "If he must know of my failures, then perhaps I shall tell him whenever my courage returns to me." He muttered in a low hushed whisper; his gaze downcast as he followed Legolas' lead.

"Until that day not a word, please." How contrary this was. Is he actually begging Legolas not to assist him with a matter as grave as this? The march warden's pride surely must know it's limits. Those awful wounds were already on the verge of infection. If left untreated, Haldir may never draw a blade again.