In the deepest hours of the night an elf lays upon a grave. A mithril
circlet set with a red jewel adorns his forehead. He remains sill as
the mist slowly covers his livid face. In his hand he clenches
something tightly. He whispers a name. A melody carried in the mist.
Memories of a dreadful night, long passed, fill his mind.
`I was so happy when you arrived that night. Having you by my side
gave me something else to fight for. I realized that I could no
longer hide my feelings. I decided that when the battle was over I
would come to you. I would pour out my heart and tell you everything
I was too afraid to tell you before.
`My heart stopped when I saw you fall to the ground. I ran to your
side and put my arms around you to hold you. I tried to tell you, at
last, `I love you,' but the wind ate my words. When I looked into
your deep blue eyes I saw what I have failed to see before: you
loved me too. A single tear streamed down my face. With a trembling
hand you struggled to wipe it away. I took the hand and held it in
mine, pressing my face against it.
`I can barely hear your plea, `kiss me.' For years I have dreamed of
kissing your lips that so quickly grew pale before my eyes. I lower
my head, letting our mouths touch for the first time. For the last
time... Your lips are cold, not fiery and warm as I have always
imagined them every night before falling asleep. I searched your
mouth for a tongue that I found too weak to respond. It wrenched
tears from my eyes, tears that fell to your face and were washed
away by the rain. I knew the end was near. Why was this happening to
me? Why were you leaving me before we'd ever spent a day together as
lovers, or a night in passionate embrace? I wished that I could hide
my pain as easily as I have hidden my love, but I couldn't.
"Promise me you won't fade." I heard you say.
"Fade I shall not, as long as I remember our kiss. I will never
forget the feel of your lips against mine."
With one arm I held you tight, still squeezing your hand as I
watched you draw your last breath. You became still in my arms. I
cried out your name to the heavens and prayed to the gods to bring
you back, to rewrite our fate, but my prayers went unanswered. I
buried my face in your neck and wept until I had no more tears left.
I don't know for how many hours I held you like that until, with a
heavy heart and a pain in my chest, I let you go. I slid a silver
ring from your finger, needing something of yours to carry with me,
and stepped aside, watching as your brothers carried you away.'
For over three millennia he kept the promise he made to his beloved
Galadhrim, holding onto the memory of that one kiss that helped him
stay strong. His eyes were completely vacant now. He was soaked from
the mist in which he had lain the entire night. His hand went limp,
and a silver ring dropped to the earth. Those cold, weak lips he had
kissed so long ago; he did not remember them anymore.
circlet set with a red jewel adorns his forehead. He remains sill as
the mist slowly covers his livid face. In his hand he clenches
something tightly. He whispers a name. A melody carried in the mist.
Memories of a dreadful night, long passed, fill his mind.
`I was so happy when you arrived that night. Having you by my side
gave me something else to fight for. I realized that I could no
longer hide my feelings. I decided that when the battle was over I
would come to you. I would pour out my heart and tell you everything
I was too afraid to tell you before.
`My heart stopped when I saw you fall to the ground. I ran to your
side and put my arms around you to hold you. I tried to tell you, at
last, `I love you,' but the wind ate my words. When I looked into
your deep blue eyes I saw what I have failed to see before: you
loved me too. A single tear streamed down my face. With a trembling
hand you struggled to wipe it away. I took the hand and held it in
mine, pressing my face against it.
`I can barely hear your plea, `kiss me.' For years I have dreamed of
kissing your lips that so quickly grew pale before my eyes. I lower
my head, letting our mouths touch for the first time. For the last
time... Your lips are cold, not fiery and warm as I have always
imagined them every night before falling asleep. I searched your
mouth for a tongue that I found too weak to respond. It wrenched
tears from my eyes, tears that fell to your face and were washed
away by the rain. I knew the end was near. Why was this happening to
me? Why were you leaving me before we'd ever spent a day together as
lovers, or a night in passionate embrace? I wished that I could hide
my pain as easily as I have hidden my love, but I couldn't.
"Promise me you won't fade." I heard you say.
"Fade I shall not, as long as I remember our kiss. I will never
forget the feel of your lips against mine."
With one arm I held you tight, still squeezing your hand as I
watched you draw your last breath. You became still in my arms. I
cried out your name to the heavens and prayed to the gods to bring
you back, to rewrite our fate, but my prayers went unanswered. I
buried my face in your neck and wept until I had no more tears left.
I don't know for how many hours I held you like that until, with a
heavy heart and a pain in my chest, I let you go. I slid a silver
ring from your finger, needing something of yours to carry with me,
and stepped aside, watching as your brothers carried you away.'
For over three millennia he kept the promise he made to his beloved
Galadhrim, holding onto the memory of that one kiss that helped him
stay strong. His eyes were completely vacant now. He was soaked from
the mist in which he had lain the entire night. His hand went limp,
and a silver ring dropped to the earth. Those cold, weak lips he had
kissed so long ago; he did not remember them anymore.
