(Well this is just a quick shot after the battle of the five armies of thorinduil. I know its not great but hope you enjoy)
It was a beautiful starlit night. The autumn air felt so fresh on his cheeks. He was unable to hold back the tears.
"Why did you take him? Why!" He cried out. Thranduil, the king of the woodland realm, crying like a child. What would people say? But he did not care. There was little enough he cared for in this world and taking his love away from him, again, felt like a dagger had been thrust into his beating heart. He wanted to give up on life. To take a small step from the edge of the tall cliff and drift away with the wind. 'Why not?' He thought to himself. 'I have nothing left.' He closed his eyes, stepping forward, but before he places his foot on the nothingness below him, he heard a gruff yet soft voice. He whirled around not believing his ears. His eyes widened in shock, which turned to untold joy.
"Thorin! My love!" He ran to the arms of the dwarf. But soon realizing it was a ghost. He fell to his knees in despair, thinking it was only his wishful imagination. But he heard the voice again.
"My love, you have suffered much, but why do you cry? Do you not know? I am here with you. I will always be here." Thorin's ghost pointed to Thranduils heart. "Do not let death overcome you. I will see you again, my love." Thranduil, feeling a small shimmer of hope in his heart, he smiled.