Yearning

How long must I wait? In the light of Anor, I sang to the skies hoping that the wind would carry my prayers to Valinor. When it wanes to Telperion's shine, I wander in the silence of the woods, ever looking for the one who would take my hand and hold it close for all eternity. Impatience is not the nature of the Eldar, but I tire of false hopes which yield nothing but shattered dreams. With each passing yen, I feel the weight of the changing world pushing me into the hollowness of my heart.

I yearn to be loved, for asomuch that my life is filled with contentment, there is still a void to be made whole.

I wish for you, whoever you are. I wish for us to meet soon, together dancing to the music of Ainur. For love.