A/N: Curious to the fact that there may be a downside to having all those magical powers Elves have. And yes, I know that technically this is against Tolkienology in some way… at least I think it is… just can't explain it you know? Whatever. R/C: Read and Criticize; instead of the usual, R/R: Read and Review. Umm… and I meant, constructive criticism.
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Elven
I see…
Worthy futures and clearer skies,
Elven fate as our race cries.
I hear…
Beautiful songbirds weaving their refrain,
Evils of battle and screams of pain.
I feel…
The brush of hope and dance of faith,
Punch of regret and cut of hate.
I smell…
Glamorous roses and sweet tingling grass,
Sickly marshes and a dreary pass.
I taste…
Luscious fruit and princely greens,
Musty air and blood-soaked streams.
I am…
Elven.
I am…
Graceful.
I am…
Swift.
I am…
Faithful.
I am…
Not to be envied,
I can see far more than should be seen.
I can hear unanswered cries.
I can feel much of this broken dream.
I can smell spirit as it dies.
I can taste all hatred the world can feed.
I am Elven, and am not to be envied.
My gifts are what allow me my name,
But a gift is a curse all the same…