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He dropped Arwen's dead and cold hand and stood. Anger and sadness overwhelmed him.
He clenched his hands, and a howl rang from his throat. It rang out the windows and down in the courtyard, all the elves and men stopped and wept, for Arwen Evenstar had died.
Elrond was bent backed, weeping silently, his whole body shaking.
Aragorn slammed open the door and paced along the length of the hall.
Angry hot tears streamed from his eyes.
Gimili had thrown his axe in a burst of anger against a column.
Faramir was on his knees, head buried in his hands.
Lindir stood, arm on his breast, head lowered.
Legolas and Tauriel had been sitting against the bench, but at the wail Tauriel had collapsed into Legolas' chest, unbidden tears coming to her eyes. She had never cried out of sadness. It was a different kind of tear when in pain, and not really crying.
Now she wept adamantly, Legolas rubbing her back and kissing her head.
Aragorn sat down next to Legolas, who seemed to be the only rock in this turmoil. The elf prince put an arm on his shoulder, holding the King of Gondor up in his grief. His total grief.