[He stares for a moment, then winces, realizing-- she died. Thranduil's wife... she died. And wherever she is, wherever Falon'din's path takes the beautiful people of Thranduil's faith, she's walked that road and gone away, just like Sina had. That was what all this was about.]

I... [He stops, stricken, shaken out of his protective apathy] ...When Sina... [Her name bring shim to a halt again. He swallows, inhales deeply, and continues.] I don't even know that we counted as bonded, by your people's standards.

[It's a miserable admission. He doesn't make it in hope of any redemption, merely expressing the truth like pus; drain the guilty wound, and be disgusted by the truth of what lives inside you.]

She told me to be happy. To love whoever I loved. I loved her, though. It wasn't enough.