Thranduil had just returned from a battle suffering a great loss of his wife a few days prior. It had just hit him that he lost his beloved Elentári. He sat upon his throne feeling empty as tears fell down his face. Legolas is still just a baby, around three months old, and is being taken care of by one of his attendants. He can't help but feel alone and is in mourning when an old friend of his approaches him in his vulnerable state. His eyes glance up to meet his friend's gaze as tears fall down his face.

"She... she is gone...." his voice cracks as he speaks, his tone of voice is softer than usual. He is fighting the tears trying to collect himself as he looks back down to the floor. Still holding a half empty glass of wine, fighting the tears welling up in his eyes.