Ever After

Gone are they all, Legolas thought as he drank deeper from the cup. In Valinor, he was alone in his grief: lover of earth and mortal beings whose flames burnt bright and faded too quickly. The music played by the fire this night did naught to lift his spirit.

And then he heard her.

A voice both sweet and sad touched him. He lifted his eyes; black curls flowed as she danced. Her form and song both spoke to him of sorrow, and yet also of life renewed. As he listened, his heart began to fill with something altogether different.

Love.