She tried on her wedding dress. It's supposed to be for the "girl with a broken heart mended by true love".
She looks beautiful in it. All green and starlace, twirling and swirling. I wish that it was her wedding dress for my wedding. I can at least pretend it is.
She seems to really love Lindir. She waits for him, sitting patiently on the side of her bed, sometimes writing to her mother.
I want to marry her. Not have her marry a pointy-ear. No way.
I want it to be my lips on hers, not Lindir's on hers. I don't want to watch them, but I can't turn away. I can't run, can't hide, and can't even blink.
When she gets married, I will float down, and clap just as happily as the other elves. I need to let her go.
But I can't. I can't let her walk away. Every single time she stares up at the sky, I know she's thinking of me.
And I know that she thinks of me as nothing more than a passing fancy.