Lookout

A/N - Written for the first drabble challenge (regret).

Lookout

When visiting the Woods, most elves spent their time in the innermost parts, in the comfort of the city and the glow of the Lady's presence. But one frequent visitor climbed the watch flets on the outskirts.

This was a place for wardens on detention, not royalty - unless they came to sit and look at the washing place, where a golden haired girl came with her mother, before she grew up to a be beauty with hardened red hands, entering his heart with greater force every time he saw her, while her hair turned silver, until she came no more.