Foreword: This is a companion drabble-ish note to The King's Grace. Read that first, for understanding of what the room is and why it is important to Elessar.
Warning: Somewhat AU.
"Be reminded that there is always Light, " the stonemason said, finally laying down his pick. "Be reminded my friendship endures forever, laddie." Gruff brown eyes twinkled in the light.
That light had embraced the room, engulfing it in a surprising blaze of warmth. It touched upon some personal effects: maps of Arda, crafted by the small hands of beloved friends, and a pouch that proudly bore the star of Numenor, set beside a small wooden chest. The table on which these sat was of a wood known to the forests of Ithilien.
The light also shone on a painting of a delicate flower that bloomed in the midst of decaying trees. He was moved to see the painting, especially so because this too was given by a friend, a friend who hid his talent for portraying beauty, of need to go to war in a forest pressed for defense.
Elessar felt no compunction in crossing the room, and kneeling before the mason and taking his hand. "May you be blessed," he managed past the lump in his throat.
But the stonemason had raised him up with an admonition. "Friends kneel only before the One, not to each other."