A soft breeze blows through my hair,
Reminding me of the days your hand lingered there.
Those days are gone with war in place,
Fading is my power, my elvish grace.
My days are numbered and are few,
I wish I could spend them with you.
Yet tied are you to bonds of war,
I want to see you just once more.
My Immortality all but spent,
One you, my dear, my future's bent.
True love I now fear is my bane,
I long to see you with heart's great pain.
The Evenstar I give back to thee
In hope that it will bring you home to me.