-a reminder that this story will most likely contain spoilers for The Hobbit: The Battle Of The Five Armies!-

After seeing the new Hobbit movie I had to write down my thoughts and ideas...
I don't know any elvish, everything written in elvish or about the elvish culture in this story I did find on the internet, so please don't feel offened if you know elvish and this is all wrong.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, making no money with this and simply borrow the characters. I do own Bellethiel and the idea of this story.

He couldn't see her.
His eyes searched the battlefield.
He always found her.
He blocked the attack of an orc and with dash he beheaded the orc.
He felt the distress.

Then he caught sight of her.
How she fought a group of orcs on her own.

He fought his way over to her.
He wasn't far away as he saw the orc behind her, ready to strike.
Frozen in terror and unable to do anything he saw her fall.
Driven by anger and hate he slayed every orc crossing his way to her.

"Bellethiel!"

He fell on his knees next to her and took her in his arms.
"Bellethiel. Look at me." He brushed her ginger hair out of her face which was twisted with pain.
"My king, the time which had been given to me has passed. The time of farewell has come." She whispered and he had to bend closer to her to hear her small voice.
"No, everything is going to be fine. Look at me." She reached out with her hand and gently touched his cheek.
"Promise me that you will look after our son. That you will be a father to him not his king." He remained silent unable to say something.
"Promise me!" She plead quietly.
"I promise."
"Dhe melin." She said softly.
"I love you too." He replied.
A weak smile graced her lips before she closed her eyes for the last time.

He placed a kiss on her forehead and took her closer in his arms.
He wept.
The first and the last time.
One time he allowed himself to show hurt and anger.
He wanted to forget.
He wanted revenge.
Revenge for the most precious he had had been taken from him.
Revenge for the feeling of pain.
Revenge for the loss of his love.

"My king. You should not stay here." He heard his captain say.
"Do we beat the enemy?" His voice was hard and stern.
He couldn't show himself as a weak, grieving and weeping king.
"No my King. I would advise you to return behind our lines." The captain answered emphasising his words.

He looked at the lifeless body in his arms.
She looked peaceful just like she was sleeping.

"Farewell beloved. May your last journey lead you into the great halls of our forefathers. Farewell Bellethiel, Queen of the Woodland Realm."
He placed another kiss on her cold forehead and took of her jewellery before he laid her body onto the battlefield.

"Hear and spread the word of the king: From this day forth no one shall mention the name of the Queen again. She is a fallen heroine. One who will never return."
The other elf nodded and with a last look Thranduil left the place where he had lost the one thing he loved most.