He's got this journal filled
with all his black ink guilt
Feren had been watching his king sink slowly into guilt, despair in which no one could save him. The truth is Feren had never dealt with the things his king was dealing with, legolas was thranduil's life when his wife had died, one of the only things keeping him here, and Feren knew he wouldn't last much longer.
and love was the only thing keeping him alive
hes got his mind made up
and today as he peeked through the Kings door he noticed Thranduil must be feeling an extra surge of Pain. He had abandoned his throne with his sword in hand he was laying across the floor.
and when he's tired he doesn't sleep
a week since I've seen him last eat
feren ran to his side, hand collected the broken king in his arms. he stroked thranduil's cold face and whispered.
"My King, please hold on, you mustn't leave us."
"And why is that?"
He's skin and bones, He's Beautiful
no matter what
I wish I could help him see
"Because, my king, we need you here." Feren brushed a tear from thranduil's porcelain face.
"No you don't," His voice growing stronger with anger. "Let someone else have the throne. To hell with the world, I don't care any longer." Feren hugged the limp body to himself,
"don't say such things."
the ice berg hits
and the ship has to break apart
"I must take you to the healing room." Feren whispered.
"No! Leave me be! Let me die alone. It is as I deserve." Feren defied his kings direct orders, despite his thrashing around Feren ordered the guards to talk the King to a chamber in which someone can heal him.
he'll breathe again
he'll breath again
right?