"Your mother... she fell victim to an orc ambush. I could not save her. She told me she loves you very much, and that... that she is always going to be with us."
Thranduil sat up from his writing looking up at his father, with disbelief. How could this be true? His mother was too strong, how could anything kill her. He was too shocked to cry or even move as he watched his fathers lips move, but everything after his mothers death, had become white noise. How could see be with us, if she is dead?Do you go to the west wen you die, or are you forever doomed to wandering the plains of middle earth with no voice to cry out with. He never even thought of it before, those things weren’t important, but now his mother was dead. He would never see her again. What was the last thing he said to her, had he told her he loved her. He chocked, the last conversation he could remembering was an argument, it seemed so pointless now. He looked down at the scroll he’d been writing on and thought it curious as the words became blurry, he had begun to cry, no longer looking at his father, not wanting him to see.
orophae
