[Thranduil turns back towards Legolas and for a moment, all he could do was stare at his son's beating heart. For a moment he thought the grief would overwhelm him, for the first time his expression is clear- grief and shock written upon his face.
He reached out then to clasp Legolas' hand, as if by holding onto him he may prevent his son from fading away even more and keep him here just a little longer.
He knows what he has to do but the words die on his tongue for a long moment, his strength beginning to fail him.]
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He reached out then to clasp Legolas' hand, as if by holding onto him he may prevent his son from fading away even more and keep him here just a little longer.
He knows what he has to do but the words die on his tongue for a long moment, his strength beginning to fail him.]
Then I would not keep you here, Legolas.