The autumn leaves fluttered in the low wind, dancing across the sky in a melancholy that was reflected by the golden-haired Elf that looked upon the funeral procession.
His usually vibrant blue eyes were now grey and stormy, filled with sadness at the loss of his friend.
He watched as Arwen stood next to the stone slab that cradled the body of her beloved Aragorn. Her brown eyes were grief stricken and yet she stood regally, wishing to stand brave in the eyes of her people.
Lines and lines of viewers came by, walking solemnly by to catch a glimpse of the fallen King Elessar. The line seemed to go on forever, until finally the sun sunk down beneath the cold ground. Then all dispersed to go on their own direction.
Eldarion, Aragorn's one and only son, joined his mother then. His young face was concentrated on his mother, his expression somber.
"You know that I cannot stay here." Arwen said simply.
"Yes." Her son replied, nodding his head. Though he tried to keep emotion from his voice, the blond Elf could hear the tears that so desperately wanted to be shed.
"I know that you will rule well, not only because it has been foretold, but because you are so much like your father…" Arwen lifted a hand up to touch her son's face, caressing the beard on his chin lightly. A slight smile flickered upon her face, "You appear just as your father did the day that he took up the crown."
"Thank you, Mother." Eldarion whispered.
"Say good-bye to your sisters for me, my son."
"I will."
"Navaer."
And with that last word, Arwen left Gondor, never to return.
The blond elf waited a few moments until he was sure that all had left besides Eldarion and then made his way to Aragorn's body.
"Legolas…" Eldarion said quietly.
The Elf nodded and then turned to look upon Aragorn's face. A hand went to touch the man's cheek lightly. "How peaceful he looks, even when the light of life has left him."
"Father knew that his death was coming. He was not afraid." Eldarion replied.
"Yes, for that was the kind of man Aragorn was." Legolas replied simply, "He was never afraid of what was put before him, no matter how much another may tremble in fear."
Eldarion nodded and then turned. "I must be leaving now. Gondor awaits her new king…"
Legolas nodded his golden head and watched as the king left.
As soon as the man was out of sight, the Elf turned to Aragorn once more. The sorrow in his eyes was now uninhibited.
"I wish you well, my dearest friend." Legolas whispered. He leaned over and placed his lips upon Aragorn's forehead, kissing the cold flesh lightly. "May your travels be safe, and your soul at peace."
Legolas then straightened and looked once more at Aragorn's face.
"I believe that it has become time for me to take my own final journey as well, my friend. I shall build a ship and sail West with Gimli. It will be good to see our friends again, though I am saddened that I will not be able to see you once more…"
The Elf shook his head as if to clear his thoughts.
"Navaer, mellon nin."
Legolas then walked away, never to look back upon the lands of Gondor or her fallen king again.
Navaer - Farewell
Navaer, mellon nin - Farewell, my friend