Mithrellas

She tried to forget the first time she’d seen Imrazôr, and the way he had smiled at her when he had held first their son and then their daughter in his arms for the first time.

She loved him still, but to see the grey in his hair and the lines in his face broke her heart. It would not be long before they were parted forever, no more than perhaps fifty years. Too short, and then her children, elven-fair, but doomed to brief mortal lives, would be lost to her as well.

Silently, she slipped away into the night.


Originally written for the May 2007 Birthday Workshop for RiverOtter’s birthday.

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