*sequel to the Prince of Mirkwood*

This is the end, Thranduil. Embrace it. An aching pain grows in my chest. The hurtful emotions that have been inside of me. Some positive, some negative. Even so, questions linger in my mind. Who will take the throne? What will happen to my kingdom? I feel a hairy leg brush against me. Please, let it be quick and painful, I think.

I watch in horror, as the arrow lodges itself into Legolas's chest. He grunts slightly and then falls to the ground, unmoving. I feel a tear form in my eye. "NO!" I shriek.