“If you think, for even a moment I would allow you to be so cowardly, you are wrong.Have you no concept of your kin, your friends who died in the invasion, in the fires, in the dark burning woods — the concept of a life they wish they had still, a life that they sacrificed their own for? Greener woods, a safer home, a brighter hall — and you would throw it all away. You were not here to hear their screams before the fire took even the air from their lungs; scorching them, children Legolas, Children were murdered — Children that grew up on stories on how valiant their prince was, and how they wished to fight just as he! How could I expect you to understand this. You were not hear to lead your friends and kin to their deaths telling them, promising them victory — and you wish to die? You wish to roll over on to your back and stare up into the stars and fade from misery, and grief and pain? And what will we do? Your father — your friends? What shall I do? I will play Captain once more, and I will be the one to bury you. You will not pass into the halls of mandos and leave your body here for me to bury — I HAVE BURIED ENOUGH OF MY KIN TO KNOW I DO NOT WISH TO BURY YOURS!”