bofur - the final song

446 17 2
                                    

It was hard to believe that you laid in front of Bofur, no breath escaping your cold body.  You were dead.  But he didn't want to think that way.  He wanted to be able to pull your plush body close to his and never let go - you were his One.  It was only right to feel this way.  But . . . he couldn't.  

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.  Just last night, you were happily singing to a merry song, a wide smile spread across your face.  That last song - that final song - wouldn't ever leave his memory.  How could something so happy and so . . . amazing, be taken away from the world in just a blink of an eye?

tolkien drabblesWhere stories live. Discover now