For some reason, that hurt more than any of his deaths had. He had tried to convince himself that this wasn't real but it still felt real. It still sounded real.

"Díheno nin, adar."

He'd tried so hard to be strong for everyone else, for Zelda and Haldir, Frodo and Sam and Taiki. It had been so much easier in the tower when he had no time to dwell on anything except what he had to do right then and there. There was nothing but time here.