http://laurelinarchives.org/node/20525
The link contains Tidhelms account for Leofmund's captivity and death
Epilogue
Leofmund felt no pain, only anger. A wrath bubbling up inside, urging him to fight! But it was impossible. His strength was gone. He looked at his sisters impaled head. This was the end, and he knew it. The glimmer of the sword drawn was not lost to him. With one last act of defiance he managed to spit in the face of his captor. He felt glad, exhilarated to see that in this small thing he had succeeded. A grin spread across his sore face. He felt pleased with this final accomplishment and shifted his gaze towards the the one holding the torch. Leofmund hardly felt the blade that cut him. The flickering light of the torch seemed to fade for a moment. But then it grew stronger, becoming the sun. He was surprised to find that he could look straight at it. Slowly he was drawn to the pure light and suddenly he could hear laughter. He knew that laugh, it belonged to his sister. She was playing in the grass with a foal. The foal looked oddly familiar to him. He tried to speak but she didn’t hear. A warm feeling of love flooded his whole being, cause he knew now his sister, his beloved Stymie, was safe. She would live on and it was such a peaceful and comforting thought. He smiled as the darkness came, his thoughts were of his sister. The last thoughts of Leofmund, son of Elfwine.
