Grey, varying shades of grey.........that was all that he had seen for days....months.......years......he wasn't sure of anything anymore, other than the fact that he was alone.....so alone. This....world around him, quiet; bereft of any sound, any colour, any love. The usual song of every living thing, of the world that he knew, gone. There only emptiness......an emptiness that filled him with nothing but the feeling of loss and sadness. Yet he no longer desired to be anywhere else. He no longer had need for the songs of the birds, the sweet scent of blooming flowers, or the sight of the buildings as they were bathed in the pink and orange hues of the setting sun; for what use were they to him, when he had lost the only thing that truly mattered in the world.

Slowly he moved across the dark land; a chill slowly creeping through his skin and making its way to his bones. He had never experienced being cold before, sure that he would not have liked it in his old world; but now he welcomed it. It numbed the pain, froze the space where his heart had once been; a heart that had been broken the day he had been informed that her line had been lost. The only part that remained in the other world, that which she had taken with her when she had ventured beyond his grasp; and it would stay with her..........lay with her for all eternity in whatever grave the dwarves had gifted her. He only hoping that it would be worthy of such a unique and special creature, as she had been.

Gingerly, he reached up and touched his face; a single, cold tear caught by his fingers before it could continue on its way down his cheek. The droplet seeming to simmer for a moment in the dull grey light, before it fell to the floor at his feet. He could not remember the last time that he had cried; but if anyone deserved his tears, it was her. She had made him feel things that he had never thought he would feel. Made him smile....laugh for no reason other than being in her company, made him happy. Made his soul sing songs more beautiful than any he had ever heard. Yet when he had hoped that those songs would last forever, that one day, despite everything she would come back to him and the music they would make together, would be heard by the Valar themselves.......she was gone; taken from him by some cruel twist of fate. The tears now steadily making their way down his face, as he fell to the floor. The air around him seeming to thicken, as he beat at his body. Hoping that if he could shatter the ice that had filled the hole in his chest, then he would finally die; and the greyness would turn to nothing but black.

Without warning, he heard something, a sound that caused him to raise his head.......the first sound that he had heard since he had found himself in this pallid place, other than the screams of his own thoughts and memories. His hands digging into the barren, dreary, thin earth beneath him, helping him push himself back to his feet. Despite how far away it seemed, it was a voice, he was sure of it. A voice that was calling out to him, saying his name. He suddenly wanting nothing more than to run to it, to find its source. His feet quickly taking him across the dry, broken landscape that had become so familiar to him. Something inside him beginning to stir as the voice grew louder, as he heard the emotion, the tears that filled each word it spoke. It was angry at him for leaving; it telling him of all the things it had been through, all that it had had to face, to endure, to get back to him. And then it was pleading with him, begging him to return to her..........to her.......her.......the voice.......it was hers, he was sure of it now. But how.......? How could it be her......? The one that he desired more than all others; that he needed more than life itself, had been taken from him; by sword or fire, she had been taken from him. Yet it was still her, telling him that she loved him; that she wanted nothing more than to be with him. His feet continuing to carry him towards where he hoped that he would find her, where he would find her and be able to take her into his arms. His hand coming up to shield his eyes as everything around him was unexpectedly filled with a brightness. His empty form enveloped by a sense of light, warmth and happiness; a happiness that he believed that he would never know again. His body slowly rising from the desolate, dry ground and moving into the ashen sky; moving closer and closer to the source of the light. The grey, drab world that he thought he would never leave, gone...........

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A gentle light hit Lindir's closed eyes as he roused from his slumber. A soft moan leaving his lips as he slowly opened them; the ellon recognising the ceiling of his room as a soft breeze blew the delicate pale curtains that hung around his bed, into the air. He had been having a dream.....no, no, it was no dream. He had been becoming a ghost; his body dying leaving nothing but his spirit to wander the earth. Yet something had brought him back; something had called to him, to his soul and spirit across the divide, and brought him back, Brought him back to this world. His heart suddenly beginning to beat wildly in his chest as he recalled that it had been her voice.......(Y/n)'s voice. It only then that he realised that something was laid next to him; something curled up to him, holding him close. Lindir slowly turning his head, his eyes widening at a sight that he thought he would not see again. The princess of Erebor........(Y/n).......his (Y/n). The ellon slowly reaching up and hesitantly touching her face. A smile gracing his features as he felt that she was real, her soft breath fanning across his palm, as her warmth made its way up through his fingertips and filled his body with life. Lindir inching closer to her, until his lips could kiss her forehead. The ellon thanking whoever had brought her back to him, before he moved his arm around her and closed his eyes once more; this time in a blissful slumber.