Legolas held onto her, even when she tightened her own grip on him. He willingly returned the embrace, just as she leaned her forehead against his shoulder, having to put a hand upon her back, with the other on the back of her head. Hearing her, Legolas closed his icy blue eyes and continued to hold her. "He's dead", he corrected in a soft voice, hoping to hold her for as long as possible and shield her from anything that might come their way. But nothing came. 

In the distance, the winged she-elf was looking down at the corpse of her eldest godson; a few scratches of war left on her face, as she crouched down to comfort an already-devastated Kili, who was still sitting beside his brother's body, almost silently praying, and hoping, that his brother...his best friend...will come back from the dead, and laugh and smile with them. But such things were impossible. The only sign being Fili's lifeless eyes staring up at the sky. Saeril held the youngest's hand, before having to reach out and gently close the eldest's eyes. She choked out a sob as she did so, having to hold Kili against her.