Unbearable Parting

Death. It was something Legolas had never truly understood, never accepted, yet now he stared it in the face. Where once had been life, now he looked upon frozen features, pale and blank, and knew beyond doubt that the shell that had once housed his friend was empty.

Gone. For an elf, death was not the end — was not final, not forever, and thus there remained some hope. But now…

He looked again at the frozen face, cold and lifeless, and at last knew that their goodbyes had been the end.

And it was then his soul screamed in denial