Author's note; This is a sad little story about Thranduil missing his love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings and never shall.
Dedicated to everyone who has ever lost someone special.
Please review as I am quite unsure of this piece but I felt I had to post it. I hope you like it.
Please.
One more day.
One more hour.
One more moment.
Please dear Valar, just give me one more day to tell her how I love her. How I need her.
How she will always be in my heart.
She may not have been the most beautiful, the kindest, the bravest or the boldest. But to me it didn't matter.
It shouldn't have mattered to you either.
You should have accepted her as she was, like I did, and loved her because, and in spite, of these traits, like I did.
But to me it didn't matter.
It didn't matter because I loved her.
It didn't matter because she loved me.
It didn't matter because she was mine.
It didn't matter because she was the most beautiful, the kindest, the bravest and the boldest. She was brilliant, wonderful and lovely.
She was perfect, but it took a while for you all to see it.
Not me.
I saw it right away.
Please, Valar, please.
Just one more day to tell her how she captured my soul and stole my heart.
One more day.
One more hour.
Just one more moment, to tell her how much I love her.
And how I will always be hers.