He was standing there, the moonlight casting a soft glimpse of light in his face. His eyes full of tears when he heard soft footsteps approaching him. He closed his eyes and managed to dry some of the tears. It was you.. always you. His gaze hardened, and he let out a curse in elvish, but didn’t turn to you. You were facing his back. He spoke silently, yet angry. “Your presence is tiring me.” He scoffed, slightly, clearly hiding the pain in his heard from everyone and even more from.. you.