"Shh, be calm, my fairy and my love..." Legolas whispers kissing the temple of the fairy lying on the bed, in a state of deep sleep. "I'm sorry...I should have come sooner." Legolas continues to whisper, running his fingers through her soft hair, which he cleans, washes and braids carefully. "I should have saved you, you are the love of my life, I should have been there." Legolas concludes by running his fingers over the fairy's face too.