Birds were singing in the beautiful garden of Imladris. Legolas always looked forward to be in the midst of all this peace, enjoying the company of trees not affected by shadows. But today the prince of Mirkwood didn´t feel like leaving his guestroom.
Only a few hours had passed since he had arrived at the Last Homely House and his troubled mind was still reeling, trying to grasp what had happend on this journey. His golden hair was falling over his noble face like a shimmering curtain, containing the despair on the fair beings face, as he sat on the bed, his head resting on his knees, his shoulders slumped. His mind just could not deal with what had happend, his desperate thoughts tormenting him.
´How shall I go on without you? We have been companions for millenias. I cannot bear to think I have lost you.´
A single silent tear escaped the elf´s eyes, sliding down his fair cheek.
At once the door burst open, startling the prince. He had been so deep in thoughts, he had not heard Estel and the twins climbing the stairs.
"Legolas, you stop moaning about the loss of this damn hairbrush NOW, or we will have to think about something VERY evil to do to you!"