Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

A/N: The final form of this drabble was inspired by daw the minstrel’s wonderful stories. Most Humbly. 

UNDER THE TREES OF ERYN LASGALEN  

He had expected to find him there, watching the stars. He knew that look in his son’s eyes, the unbearable sea longing that no Elf could hope to defeat.

“How is it,” he wondered bitterly, “that in exchange for every victory I must lose a part of my heart?”

“He’ll be better there, closer to the sea,” he had lied to himself. Not even among the trees had he been able to find comfort. “Let him go,” they seemed to whisper. Or was it “one day you too will go?”

Thranduil sighed; then spoke. “You may go to Ithilien”

A/N: Cause sometimes you’ve said goodbye long before actually leaving

Word Count: 100; Jan 2005