My 2nd in "Changes" drabble series (check the rest in my account). I can't believe I use this person's POV. Wow.
The world is changing, so Fangorn had remarked. The new Age of Men has finally dawned, and the time is near for the Firstborns to pass away.
But not so for him. Not yet.
She knows, of course, and she says naught, on their last night together. She knows the deep ties he holds still with the land of his birth – of his desire to remain and to observe, as she knows of his wish to be with their grandchildren, as long as needed. Only one promise she breathes as they lay together under the twilight.
"I will await thee."
