A/N: This one was inspired by the Finnish Smurfs song "Terveisin, Smurffi" (based on Alexia's Summer is Crazy). I'll translate the beginning of the song for you here:

I got the most beautiful letter from you,
I got the best message from you,
I got the- I hope that I can wait

Now that you're somewhere far away
I want to read your stories
How you wander around the wide world

So, I know it's officially Smurfette singing this, but in these songs, she's already with Brainy and Timid/Scaredy (don't really know which one) and Baker and Lazy and Dreamy and someone who sings "sha la la la la" all the time… :I So I don't really think it matters, heh.

Again, thank you for reading!

Letters from wherever
Poet/Traveler

Poet returns home from Vanity's house late in the afternoon, after dinner with the whole village. His sand brown hair is disheveled and he's rather exhausted from writing so much in one day. Inspiration is cruel sometimes, when it comes in at full force you need to write it all out before you can rest.

Poet checks his mailbox before going in, and to his pleasant surprise, there's a letter from Traveler Smurf. It's wrapped in a brown manila envelope and there are three exotic postmarks on it. Poet smiles softly and takes the envelope inside his house, his hands shaking slightly from anticipation when he carefully rips it open and fishes the letter from inside it. There's also some sand inside, it smells of scorching sun. Among the sand Poet finds one single thorn - from a cactus, probably.

Traveler writes of his latest adventure, how he got lost in a huge desert, under the hottest sun, wandered there for days until he almost couldn't walk anymore. But then he'd managed to find a magic carpet from a hidden treasure cave and used that to fly into the nearest town. Poet sighs and sinks deeper into his armchair, his imagination taking him to the scene Traveler describes. Burning sand under his feet, dry, hot air and mirages everywhere around him. Traveler's hand in his own.

Another sigh. Poet's heart aches to be with Traveler again, it's been so long since they last saw each other. Traveler only returns to the village once or twice a year, stays only for a few days before his soul needs to be free again. But the nights he spends in the village, he and Poet spend in each other's arms.

They've been pen pals for over fifty years and had this long-distance relationship for a good twenty years now, and still Poet can't help but fall in love all over again whenever he reads Traveler's letters.

Traveler ends his letter in a promise to come visit after six weeks, and a wistful declaration of love. Poet's eyes skim over the last words and the Love, Traveler Smurf in the end and then skip back to the beginning. He reads the letter three times in a row and then presses it against his chest, his heart pounding loudly under it. Six weeks, and he'd get to see his love again.

"I hope I can wait that long…" Poet whispers to no one. He knows there will be more letters before six weeks have passed, but it does little to ease his anxiety.

Poet writes a long reply letter, as he always does, but there's no address to send it to, no possible way for him to get it to Traveler. So he puts it in a small wooden box under his bed with Traveler's letters, just like always, and tries to return to his normal routine. His heart still beats restlessly when he thinks of Traveler and the six weeks before he can see him. But it's inspiration for him, inspiration for writing heartbreaking poems about waiting and hoping and loving. He copes.