As Thranduil galloped out of the edge of Mirkwood, he finally let it out. He sobbed uncontrollably at the loss of his beloved wife - along with Legolas, who wept with him. Thranduil made sure his precious little Greenleaf was not scared. Thranduil knew the quickest path from Mirkwood to Rivendell, he desperatly needed to rid himself of the negitive accusations his own kind were holding against him.
"IT IS YOUR FAULT THAT OUR QUEEN NO LONGER LIVES!" They'd all roar. Thranduil shivered at the thought of the angry mob. He wanted to grieve, mourn and cry alongside his son and Elrond for a while. He had put his most trustworthy guard in charge while he was gone. He did not know when he would return, although he'd want nothing more than to stay in the comfort of Elrond's hospitality.

He remembered everything as if it was yesterday. He watched as many of his most loyal and brave warriors fell before the great, foul beast. She roared with rage and power.
"Fear me..." She hissed. Her voice was deep and frightening; nobody would ever dare to face her alone. A few of Mirkwood's forces have made attempts to defeat her in the past, so the King and Queen both agreed that this would be the final battle, where Ethilinda will be rid of once and for all.

As Thranduil approached the safety of Elrond's home, several guards came rushing to aid him. Thranduil picked up Legolas and gently handed him to one of the guards, and then swiftly made his own dismount off his trustworthy steed.
"You did well." Thranduil whispered to the great elk.
"Ah, Thranduil. Mae g'ovennan, mellon nin." Elrond greeted him with a warm smile. "I'll get Lindir to set up an appropriate stable for your steed. You and Legolas here can follow me."
Legolas ran to Thranduil.
"Ada, who are these people?" He whimpered, clinging onto Thranduil's leg.
"It's okay, Legolas. These people are but fellow elves that we can trust." He said, picking up his son and planting him on his hip. Elrond gave another smile before walking back up the stairs, followed by the two Mirkwood elves.
"We will arrange a private funeral in your wife's honour." Elrond spoke softly. Thranduil moved his gaze to the floor, fighting back a flood of tears.
"Ada, please don't cry." Legolas said, bottom lip trembling.
"Now, my little Leaf," Thranduil crouched to his son's level. "You may be excused. Why don't you run along and play with Arwen?"
"Okay Ada. Le melin." Legolas replied sadly. He did not look up from the ground as he walked out, and that's when Thranduil let the tears fall gently down his cheeks.

"Ha! Your kind is as pathetic as I remember!" Ethilinda taunted. "YOU WILL ALL BURN!" Thranduil stared in horror as the great serpent's stomach began to light up with raging fire. He whipped around to face what was left of his army.
"Attack!! NOW!" Thranduil boomed the order to the elves who were still alive. They obeyed immediately, drawing their bows and firing in perfect sync.
"What did I say? PATHETIC!" Ethilinda growled. Thranduil heard a scream that made his blood run cold.
It was his wife.
He turned his head in the direction in which her scream came from, and the sight caused his body to freeze. He looked upon the vile creature facing his only love - who stared right back at it.
"Meleth nin, go back! Now!!!" Thranduil commanded helplessly. His wife was a stubborn creature, and there was no way she was going to surrender. She turned to him with a brave face.
"Estelion allen. Le uivelin. I will watch over Legolas." And even though she whispered her very last words, Thranduil could hear and knew what was coming. He glanced at the dragon once more before sprinting to his wife's rescue, but as he was within an arm's reach, it was too late. Time slowed itself as Thranduil watched his wife burn. He became paralyzed before the view and adrenaline pulsed in his veins. Adrenaline soon turned into burning anger, just like the fire used to kill his wife.
"You... YOU PATHETIC WORM!!!" He screamed at Ethilinda. Her eyes filled with rage as Thranduil spoke his words.
"I will make you regret that you were ever born." She snarled as she crawled towards him. And that is when he saw the small patch of exposed flesh where her heart would be beating this very moment. Thranduil had an idea. He backed away as she became closer and closer, and soon enough he was running. But then all of a sudden her stopped, and turned to face the pathetic worm.
"Well well, come to face your fate?" She smirked.
"But of course." Thranduil said darkly, as he fixed his gaze on the exposed flesh, raised his weapon and charged. Ethilinda thought nothing of it but another pointless attack, but she has never been so wrong. He pierced her with his trusty blade, and she roared in pain. She fleed the army, and fell on her side. Thranduil watched as the life drained from her eyes, which finally closed. A sense of relief overwhelmed Thranduil.
"My lord, it is over." One of his soldiers addressed him.
"I know--" Just as he went to turn, Ethilinda had opened her eyes once again.
"You fool! You really think you can get rid of me that easy?" She growled. Thranduil's army immediately drew their bows for attack and as they did, he watched the flames burning in Ethilinda's stomach; despite being in an extremely weak condition, she still had an ounce of fire left in her system. She released the flames, leaving too little time for Thranduil to react. He screamed as the excruciating pain rushed throughout his body, the burn focusing on the side of his face. Luckily for him, the elf that had addressed him earlier had taken a shot to the dragon's eye, killing her for the last time. Thranduil gasped for air as he was lifted up by his fellow warriors, returning him to his realm.
Without his wife.

Thranduil sobbed into Elrond's chest as the memory washed over him. He allowed his hideous scar to be shown.
"Legolas will look up to you for your strength, Thranduil." Elrond said, as he wrapped his arms around his friend in order to comfort him.
"I am aware of that." Thranduil choked out.
"Ada?" Legolas was standing in the doorway.
"Now is not an appropriate time, my son." Thranduil sniffed.
"I want a hug, I am sad and cannot find Arwen." He said quietly, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Okay, come here." Thranduil said as he dried his eyes and walked over to Legolas. He ended up sitting on the floor; he baely had the strength to carry himself anymore. He wept before his son, causing him to mirror his actions. Legolas ran over to his father and climbed onto his lap, wrapping his arms around Thranduil's chest.
"I will never let you go, because if I do, you'll be gone just like Nana." Legolas whispered loudly enough for both Elrond and Thranduil to hear.
"Your mother was very brave." Thranduil said softly as he stroked his son's hair. "In fact, she is and always will be watching over you to protect you. Estelion allen. Le melithon anuir." More tears streamed down both Thranduil's and Legolas' faces.
"Always remember my precious Greenleaf," Thranduil began. "That all things lost, will never be forgotten."