The king gazed down upon his wife who lay weakly on their bed, her strength seemed to be waning in each passing day. No longer was Addi the spirited warrior queen of her prime. Wild raven locks were now silver with age, once keen grey blue eys were clouded and she was scrawny as well as looking incredibly fragile. A hoarse whisper left Queen Maethor's lips.
"Lalaith, M'love. It is time."
"NO! Stay a least abit longer!"
"It is time for Farraith to take the throne. I love you"
After those last words left her, one shallow breath was taken before her chest was still. She was gone. Sobs racked Lalaith's body, he had dreaded this day since he had bound himself to Adhara. He had been prepared but that didn't cushion the blow of her parting.
The once king stared at the white walls of Minas Tirith. He had said his farewells to his children earlier that morning as he had planned to leave Gondor that day. A sigh escapes from within the now mortal elf as he mounted his steed, perparing to ride to Mirkwood, his homeland and final resting spot. Gently he nudged the pale elvish horse into motion, heading out on the long road to the green wood.
Several days later Lalaith arrived at Mirkwood and passed from world before the Winter Soltice.