Many millennia after the passing of his mother, Legolas was again standing upon the balcony on which he and his father had mourned the loss of his Naneth, and Thranduil's wife. He turned his face to the sky, noticing as he did so that there was one more star up there tonight. Legolas closed his eyes, a slow lament reaching his ears.
A silver tear, the first he had shed, trailed its way down the high cheekbones and dripped from his chin onto his hand. The droplet sparkled in the starlight as Legolas dropped his head, letting more tears fall.
Eventually, the flow halted and Legolas turned his face once more to the stars. A sob wracked his chest as the new king whispered.
"The stars are bright tonight, Adar."
