[Boromir88]

The spiders had retreated, the fighting had ceased, but despite the spiders being defeated, a certain gloom hung around the company.

Ercuion approached Thranduil, "My lord, may we carry Targon's body back to the city, and give him a proper burial?"

Thranduil nodded, he didn't know what else he could say or do to relieve the sorrow of this day. He granted everyone will carry the dead back to the city and they will be buried in honor, he thought that was the least he could do. Nefal sat huddled over Targon's white face, with unstoppable streams of tears rolling down his face. Thranduil walked up behind Nefal, and rested his arm on his shoulder, "Come, we will take him back to the city and give the dead the burial they all deserve." Nefal couldn't say anything, he was still angry, angry at Thranduil, angry at the spiders, angry at everyone.

Ercuion sat by himself, thinking, if only I had spoken up, if only I had from the very beginning, things might have been different. Targon, or the rest of these noble elves wouldn't be dead, if I only spoke up.