Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
Thranduil lay motionless. He was gone. Had given up, with life and all that came with it. He had recognized that he was going through the stages of grief, but acceptance? That would never come. Why the Hell would anyone ever assume he would accept legolas' departure?
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
no, he had given up.
Oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
and as he had dealt that final blow, he felt the release he had hoped for. As his soul drifted away from his god forsaken body, he had one last chance to look at himself, though he no longer seemed to have eyes but rather could feel what was all around him. He looked pathetic, laying on the floor, his sword protruding from his chest, where he had twisted it multiple times with his last bit of strength.
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
And though he couldn't necessarily feel, he sensed another presence, and angel had embraced him and was somehow pulling him up.
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
And he came to realize, it wasn't just an angel, but his son. He tried to speak to him, but found he didn't have a voice, but rather thought at his son.
'why are you here?'
'I was sent to bring you' came his son's soft melodic 'voice.'
Thranduil said no more but rather enjoyed his sons presence. Before, he probably would have cried, but as it was; without having a body, he just gave his son all of his feelings, all he had been through all of his hurt. But his son only smiled, and sent him his own. And Thranduil understood.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
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End