*delivers a dead, mangled Feren to your doorstep* Wow, would you look at what I found outside...what I randomly came across. :^} Wonder what could have happened? :^)
@hisloyalvassal
The scream Legolas let out was heart-wrenching. Filled with disbelief it was, and a pain unimaginable to those who had never known a bond like the young prince and the guard had. How could one explain to a stranger the sharp knife that was plunged in your heart, the hollow feeling that spread in your stomach, nauseating, cold, creeping up on your heart and freezing it? How could one explain the maddening horror that took mastery of your mind, the sudden realization that you would never hear his voice again, see his eyes laughing, feel his strong hands steadying you? The things you always held for granted - frowning eyebrows, warm voice, the smell of rock and wood - gone, forever! For the first time in his life, Legolas understood there were things that could never be spoken.
Unable to tear his eyes away from Feren bloodied body, he slowly sank to his knees. It could not be true! The Sinda was so strong! He was a warrior! The first to let a young child hold his bow, the first to guide him on his steps to warfare, the first to be there for him, to comfort him, to advice him! He could not be laying here, pale and lifelessly in the mud! A moan escaped his lips as he clutched Feren’s motionless hand between his own. When at last he looked up, his eyes were burning with a feverish heat.
— “What have you done to him? What has happened to him? Answer me, or I swear to the Valar, your torture will be endless!”
