Drabbles: Elves through the Ages

Magpie

He embraces me.
I acquiesce.

A thousand lifetimes and more this jewel owes to me.

My sons it owes to me.
My happiness it owes to me.

Yet I hesitate in reverence in its clear, heavenly light.

I hesitate.

As I look at it, I am reminded of the legends that have become tradition among my people.

Can it be true that it holds the last rays of the trees?

I will never know. I have to be content to bury my face against the chest of my lover.

Elwing and Eärendil.
A bird and a man.
United once more.

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