Aragorn stared mutely at the still Elf in his arms. Shadow was dead. He could not believe that his mentor, his light, his love had left him. He had been sitting with the Elf for the entire night, holding him close and rocking him gently as he had always wanted to do. In his grief, he could not notice that the sun had risen and another day had come, nor could he hear the soft knock on the door.