Moon Trance
Tobi is a good boy
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He often thought of her, on nights like this.
The air was clear, the stars burning in the distance. The scent of lilies drifted in the air. She had always worn the scent of flowers.
Silver light from the moon caressed his face, gently. The warmth of it reminded him of her hand, caressing his cheek. He leaned into the caress, unwilling to forget the warmth of her touch.
He often wondered if she thought of him, far away on the Blessed Realm. He must seem a half a world, half a century away to her.
"My lord?"
The words seemed far away, as if from a dream.
He could not reply, just yet. He wanted the warmth of the moon to burn the memory of her hand upon his cheek.
"My Lord?"
This time the voice was louder. By its' distinctive baritone, he guessed that it was Lord Glorfindel.
"It is time, Elrond."
The sound of his name broke him out of his reverie.
"I cannot leave, Glorfindel." He breathed, if only to stop himself from weeping. "I cannot. "
Suddenly, Glorfindel's warm hands were in his. "She will understand. She has been awaiting your arrival for many years, my friend."
"But my-"
Glorfindel quickly cut him off: "They are grown men, Elrond! And I am still here, after all."
"Eru help them," he replied.
Glorfindel rolled his eyes, "Come on, El."
He turned, once more to face the moon. If he closed his eyes, he could feel her lips once more upon his. The wind was the whisper of her voice in his mind. The words she had spoken to him.
I am yours. In body and soul, I am yours.
How had he replied to her then?
"Until tomorrow and forever."