Summary:  After Oropher's fruitless charge at the Black Gates, he and many of his people fell. Thranduil became King. What were the thoughts of his lost subjects as their faer were summoned to Mandos?

Lost.

We are lost…where then shall we go?

The King is dead.

Lost.

Everything is lost.

He has taken the Ring for himself, this Man, though the Dark Lord be dead.

Lost.

Our King is dead. Most of our people have gone.

Where then shall we go, we of the Wood?

Lost…

We are forever lost, until World’s ending, we Oathbreakers.

And yet…We seem to see one glimpse, a flash of gold in the dusk...

Lost?

No! All is not lost, for our Prince lives, though we do not.

We are the Dead; we are lost, though he is not!

Long live King Thranduil!

The Lost silently acclaim the new King from their watery beds.

Now, Mandos assures them, they may sleep.