Thranduil
You drown yourself in work.
Everyday when I get up you are already working, and when I go to sleep you are working still.
You speak more often than you used to, as if you have come to fear the silence.
You laugh so loud it scares our little leaf.
And I miss you.
I know that you are miles away, fighting a battle that has long been fought.
The outcome will not change.
My love...
The ones that are dead will remain so forever.
Come back.
Come back and cry on my shoulder.
You are needed here.
Come back.