Remembrance

“Farewell, my friend.”

His voice lingers like fresh dew on leaves, not yet touched by the sun. If I open my eyes now closed in meditation, I still cannot help but expect a snorting loud dwarf looking disdainfully at me while commenting on my latest senseless elf-hobby.

In my favourite sanctuary shared with none, I sit alone. Not truly alone, as the memories would encircle me in yet another near-life state of Gimli’s awareness.

“You pointy-eared nuisance! In life you have plagued me, hopefully in death I will be free of your senseless singing!”

‘I miss thee, mellon nin. ‘