You are not alone.

It has been many years since we have gone for a walk together, Thranduil. King and protector of my trees and everything within.

I could sense your hope that I would come even from the shores I usually reside upon. My brother, Manwë, has been clearer than ever with our rule to not interfere with the happenings on Arda.

But I have bent the rules for you before. And I will bend them again, and if my brother has noticed he does not say anything. Or perhaps he already knew with the same certainty as I that I would come once I heard it was your son who joined the ring bearer.

You cannot see me, but you know I am here. I have not forgotten you. You are not alone.

You are lonely, Thranduil. Tired.

As much joy as my children get from having me walking among then, their concern and focus is on you. It has been since the awakening since they have grown to love any creature of flesh as much as they love me.

I search for all the darkness swirling in your thoughts; the ones you are aware of and the ones you are not.

You do not need to speak for me to know why you wished me here. To hear the troubles of your mind, and ache in your heart.

I understand you, Thranduil. I cannot fix it, but I can understand. You are not alone, even though the one who usually knows your thoughts as well as you yourself is so far from where you want him to be.

You are sad. You are angry. You feel forgotten.

I am sad for you and your people, for how you have suffered due to the stubborn arrogance and blind ambition of others. I am angry at our own inability help steer Fëanor and his like into shallower and cleaner waters within themselves.

I am sorry there is nothing more I can do to help. I cannot change, I cannot council and I cannot interfere.

But I can walk beside you in these trees that love you so dearly, and allow you to drop the walls you hold so stiffly around yourself. I can support the trees and the lives within for a breath of time to let you rest.

To let you grieve, and anger, and feel anything else you need to feel with the freedom of knowing it will not matter or effect anyone or anything around you.

Together we walk.

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You are not alone.

The only times I have been called to your side, Legolas son of Thranduil, is when you are beneath the treetops of the forest that cradles you like a loved child.

But you are not beneath your trees now, yet this forest seems to be troubled by your heartbreak the same as your own.

So sympathetic they are to you that I felt the crack within this Golden Wood regardless of the Ring and it's bearers intent on keeping everything hidden. From everything.

I sense the keen interest of Artanis, daughter of Finarfin, as I breath into the forest she claims to rule. Like you, she cannot see me.

But like you, she is well aware I am here.

Your heart is troubled and swirling with regrets and unfinished thoughts. I cannot help but smile at the similarities of feelings and patterns between you and your father.

My brothers and sisters and I have long known that things of flesh often attempt to copy the echoes of past generations, but you and your father always seemed like echoes to me.

You do not like this forest, you miss your own. You second guess your choice to come and your value to this fellowship.

I am not supposed to interfere or alter. But I have bent the rules before and they did not break.

You worry that your father is angry, or worse, dead. You feel forgotten here, unimportant and undervalued. You are angry at the people here, angry how unaffected they are by Melkor's darkness that chokes your own home. You are sad.

You feel alone.

I do not know what it is about you and your people that draw me in as such, but I look within myself and recall all the similar swirling of emotions I bottled from your father, and I push them against you.

You calm.

Your steps slow and your eyes drift shut, wallowing yourself in the crystal clear depths of your father's heart. Wrapped around you lovingly like a blanket.

I understand you. Your worries and your angers. I understand the burden that leaves your shoulders trembling.

I cannot interfere. I cannot change. But I can bend.

You are not alone.

Together we walk.

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POV from Yavanna (goddess of everything that grows.)

Can't wait to hear your thoughts!