Legolas' Lament - A one shot of Legolas' feelings after the elves have all left Middle-Earth.
Legolas looked around at the falling leaves and sighed. The beautiful place that was Mirkwood existed no more. Everything was dying or dead and the light had left. The darkness seemed all comsuming to the last true elf in Middle-Earth.
The weak sunlight tried to filter through the dense canopy of the trees, but couldn't quite make it. The only thing still living was a lone vine that wrapped around a pillar that was part of the palace.
Legolas fondled a leaf lovingly. The sole survivor of the tragedy that had come of the elves departure.
Entering the palace Legolas was relieved to see it was still in fair condition. There was a faint glow left from the days when life was thriving in Mirkwood.
One lone sunbeam filtered through the dust to land on the throne. Legolas stroked it's living wood absent mindedly as thoughts of his father drifted across his memory.
The endless diplomacy lessons, the weapons training, hours under his Ada's tutelage...
The tears started to fall as Legolas was consumed with the desire to be near his father one more time.
"You will always be in my heart, Ion nin."
"What?" Legolas said, started out of his grief. He was alone in the wood.
"I love you, Son"
"Ada?"
"You will be with me soon."
"Wait, please don't go!...I love you to, Ada."
"I will see you soon, Legolas."
Legolas bowed his head and allowed the tears to fall freely as Thranduil's voice faded from hearing.
Without the magic of Thranduil's presence the light faded and all was dark. Mirkwood, Legolas' home, was truly gone.
Elvish Translations:
ADA - Father
ION - Son
ION NIN - My Son