It was here he fell - he of the golden hair and golden heart.  He fell in flames and darkness against a being of ancient evil, fell to save those of us that fled.  The eagles brought us back his body – burnt and bloody and broken.  We laid it on the turf here and raised a mound over it.  He was a prince of the house of the golden flowers – and the golden flowers came to be his shroud.

Here, here is one of his flowers.  Tuck it into your hair, child, and remember the one who died for you.