This is a one-shot about no one in particular, a bit like Galadriel, and muses on the death of mortals towards the end.
Oh. Disclaimer: I own nothing, and tolkien owns all.
An elven lady, clothed in a gown of shining white, sat on a chair wrought from crystals. Her dark hair fell in shimmering waves to her waist, and a silver circlet rested atop her head.
She turned her head slightly, so that her piercing silver eyes could be seen.
Mortal, she whispered come and show yourself.
The man stopped his trek through the forest, and cautiously looked around.
You cannot hide, she said, speaking into his mind, You bring doom into my forest.
The man looked at his sword, stained with the blood of his enemies. He remembered the doom Sauron had wrought upon his family. This…person could sense the curse.
Yes, she murmured, I can. But mortal, have no fear. In Telpelossë you shall find comfort, albeit for a few days. But, mortal, be wary. For thou are barely at the entrance of Telpelossë and thy enemies may enter. They are human like you, and unless they are completely corrupted, they may enter.
The man took a few more steps into the forest hesitantly. He still could not see the elf.
Hurry, she said quietly, I can sense them coming.
He did hurry. He ran, panicked. A roar came behind him, and warriors crashed into the forest, destroying the silence and tension.
An arrow flew. It hit its mark.
The running man fell, an arrow imbedded in his back. A warrior ran towards him and quickly ran him through with a spear. Then finally realizing what kind of place they were in, they left, shivers climbing up their spines.
The Elven lady rose off of her throne, and removed her circlet. She glided towards the fallen man, and with a push of the finger, turned him face up. She stroked his raven-black hair, and examined his wounds. She knew he was dead, but she sent a prayer to Mandos that he would receive a place of honor in his hall.
She leaned over him and kissed his forehead, her shadowy hair hiding her face and his. She then rose, with a last farewell at the mortal.
Mortals were made to die. This one had just left earlier than others.