Elros lounged idly on a low, thick branch of a large spruce tree. He sat with his back pressed against the rough bark and with his hands propped causally behind his head. As they often did in quiet moments like these, his thoughts drifted to the one whom he loved.

The days were growing shorter and shorter it seemed. Each one passed away more quickly than the last, but they still seemed to be moving far too slow. Every morning, he checked the calendar counting down the days till his wedding. He longed for it so badly... The young ellon sighed in exasperation. He supposed there wasn't much help in worrying about it. He was already nervous enough, and the ceremony was only a week away. Time would pass at its own pace whether he liked it or not.

The dark haired elf stretched, popping his knuckles nonchalantly. I just have to be patient, he thought decidedly.