Chapter 4
The sunlight filtered through the crystalline glass, illuminating dancing trails of stardust. The silk curtains waved gently in the summer wind that wove in through the open windows.
Legolas sighed gently in contentment as he looked again upon his bedroom that he had grown up in. It was exactly as he had left it, save for the packs he had traveled with, which were lying by the bed.
He walked over to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a fresh outfit, and exited the chamber to go freshen up after his long journey home.
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A lone oak stood skywards in the small clearing. Niphredil and Elanor had been planted around the base and bloomed on the mound that lay at the tree's foot. A few words had been delicately cut into the tree's skin; "Here lies Princess Ithilwen Aurëlien."
Legolas dropped to his knees at the mount's foot. He gently placed a small bouquet of Simbelmynë upon his sister's grave, and for the first time in a year, let his pent up tears of pain and guilt flow free.
"*Amin hirathea, Ithilwen, amin hirathea," he whispered as hot tears slipped onto Ithilwen's grave. "I've failed you. It was my duty to protect you, to watch over you, and I failed. Please forgive me."
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* "Amin hirathea" = I'm sorry
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