Revalor's Lament

The Emerald City stunk of rotting flesh & ash as Galanduil walked through the ruined gate of his city. The solider's behind him hung their heads and weapt as he lead them back to the palace. It was true that mere months ago a victory was had, but returing to what was lost broke the spirit of the Elves. As they approached a shop Glanduil took a quick right and ran down the street. At the end of the block he found his son's corpse spread across the cobbles. The Bullks had torn of his limbs, and hacked up his torso. His silver armor was ten feet away, crumpled into a ball. The golden haired Elf fell to his knees, and wept for his son. Revalor was his heir, and a hero. Without his sacrafice Glanduil would have taken his place. As he looked down at his son the wounds he had taken in the battle stung even more.
As Glanduil knelt there motionless a silver haired elf in a blue robe and steel pauldrons approached. "By the Maker," he whispered once he saw the body. "Brother?"
"I shouldn't have left Henry," Glanduil sobbed. "He was my baby boy, and I left him to this."
"Henry was a warrior and a hero. He died protecting his home, like an Ularic should."
"Than I am not an Ularic brother."
Henry smacked his brother across the face. "Don't you dare say those words! You are the Emperor, there is nothing you can be but an Ularic! Revalor fought the Grey-Skins to protect his home. Just like we did in King's Hold. Let us not weep for him in death, but give him a funeral befitting his character in life." He held his hand out to his brother and pulled him to his feet. ******************************************************************************************************************************************
A great many elves were gathered on the balcany courtyard to say farwell to the Prince. He lay on a wooden pyre taller than a house. As the people wept it was as if the fire in the bronze braziers grew larger. As Glanduil conjured a fire in his hand maidens began to lament. Their smooth voices carried across the yard, and rang in the air. The Emperor approached slowly, and his brother walked with him.
"Farwell my star," the father whispered as he lit the pyre. The fire grew fast and large. The heat smothered the entire courtyard, and it was as if it was the light of the Maker himself carrying Revalor home to Dryalidis.