His heart died when he woke to a world where his sacrifice meant nothing!

[ But does Thranduil know that? Of course not. There is so much that Thranduil does not know yet, so many things Solas has swallowed back; is this the time? There is more weight to him than he can possibly express, and Solas can't do much more than shift, turning away, trying to pull his jaw free of the touch.

It doesn't matter how soothing it is. He is unworthy of it. ]

All that I gave them they threw aside, as if it was meaningless. They clung to the lies their so-called Gods told them and spurned the truth.

[ He scoffs. ]

They will not take me as their champion. They spurn me, hate me, loathe me. They shun me even as I have a place among them, question my reasons, my heart, my knowledge.

[ He tilts his head up, looking at Thranduil with the same tilt he is forced to look at Galadriel. ]

Mythal did now cow. She died. She was killed.