The elves moved as one along the hill where they first landed upon entering the realm. The elves stood among the trees, completely unfazed. Young, old, women and me, everyone had their stoic faces. Their once pale skin was glowing at twilight, their hairs silver white and wild. They wore white hooded cloaks and each carries a paper lantern. Cronus and the others have patiently waited until the elves have finished their ceremony for the dead. After they were all gathered on that hill and after Aredhel gave chanted in Elvish words, longing for the dead, each of them let go of their lanterns. And those lanterns lit up the sky as it goes upwards. It was a beautiful sight.
“Beautiful,” Amethyst whispered beside Cronus as they watched all of it slowly being carried away by the wind.
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