(Child death tw; grief tw) Over the land there lies a long shadow

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In the court among the flowers, a small grave has been made. Next to it, upon a bed-sheet shroud, lies Frisk.

Tauriel and the Batman had worked to make Frisk ready for this funeral. She could not bear the thought of laying them to rest as she had found them, and so together, the two of them had cleaned Frisk's body and dressed them in new clothes. Tauriel had bathed their body in many tears as she had worked, for their wounds were grievous and had surely caused them great anguish. She had need, in the end, to find a cloth to wind around their neck, for nothing could cover the wound that had ended their life.

When the work had been carried out, Tauriel had called as many as she could find of the people of the castle to the garden. She cannot be the only one to say farewell to their dearly loved friend.

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"Of course." She gives his hand the smallest press. "I think that he might feel the same way."

She tries, and finds she has within her an answering smile, faint though it might be. "Do not be ashamed that you are happy here, S2, hên vell. There is always goodness in life, even those times when it can be hard to see. Take your joy wherever you find it, without guilt."

For he has had little enough joy in life before now. No one should fault him finding it here, even after tragedy.