Star
Night upon night, I sail through the sky. From my glass ship I look down on the realms, the cities of those who I once knew. Would that I could again walk the hills and plains of Arda, a man free from unwanted knowledge and unconcerned with the future! My sons are down there: one of them a great king over men, and the other the young herald of the high-king Ereinion Gil-Galad. So much of their childhoods I have missed, and yet I have watched over them every day. I often hear them speaking to their companions about their star-father, about how much they would love to travel the skies like I. But little do they know how much their father regrets his Valar-given form, for because of this form, he has forfeited the close warmth of his family.
A/N: I've finally gotten back into the drabbles! I completely lost inspiration for a while...:(