The news had come weeks ago. The elfling had been in his room, practicing on his writing so he could write as beautifully as his nana did, when a knock had come to his door and one of the guards had informed him his ada wanted to see him. That something had happened.
When he’d gotten to his ada’s charmbers, the expression on the King’s face had been enough to make it all clear to Legolas. His nana, something had happened to his nana ... He hadn’t even stayed to hear the actual words, but had turned and ran instead. Locking himself in his room, he had ripped his pages with writing into pieces, grief and anger overcoming him for he had not quite experienced emotions like that before.
For weeks he had remained in his room, ignoring the pleas to open the door, ignoring the meals they would set at his door. Until eventually, it became too much and he sneaked out in the night, finding the garden his nana had loved and tended to herself. Biting his lip, he made his way to the statue of his parents and sat down before it. “I just want you back.” He whispered, curling up by the statue in silence, hoping that maybe there he would manage to get some rest. This was the closest he could get to his nana after all.
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