"And there will be no comfort for you, no comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death, an image of the splendor of the kings of Lions in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. You will linger on in darkness and in doubt as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell bound to your grief under the fading trees until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent. "
I've done a very quick and brief depiction of Sarabi's grief as
suggested. I wanted to do it quite fast and with very less amount of lines. Hope it captures the idea though. (and I just had to quote The Lord of the Rings)