Therril feels the impacts, as he is mid swing to throw another snowball
He pauses and stiffens, the snowball falling inertly from his hand
Staggering he turns to the conspirators, with a truly pitiful pained look in his eyes
The strength leaves him then, and he crumples. Landing on his side, in the snow, his last snowball rolls from his other hand
He grits his teeth, and claws at a hand full of snow
with sleepy, unfocused eyes, he looks to Thorondir, and stretches out a hand as if to beg for help... But he knows he is beyond aid