1. One Last Breath
One final, shuddering wheeze and he is gone, just like that.
They say it is the worst of fates that a father outlive his heirs.
They jest at scars, that never felt a wound.
The King of Gondor had seven sons, five daughters, and the most beautiful wife in all of Creation.
Now he has no sons, no daughters, no wife…
No thing, no-one.
I would weep, but I cannot- there should not be enough tears in all the whole wide world.
I rise from his side, and I kiss his forehead…
…and I pray that I am next.
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