For the Rohirrim Amongst Us
by Sevilodorf
Simbelmyne,
it is called. Evermind in the common tongue. A fitting name for
blossoms that serve to adorn the final dwelling of he who now resides
only in my heart and mind.
Oh, to possess the memory of an elf! Never fading. Each moment as fresh as the instant it was lived.
But I can not … and already, the edges of my remembrances blur.
The softness of his hair beneath my fingers,
and the deep timbre of his voice are still clear within my mind. But
the feel of his hand within my own slips from my mind's grasp and the
taste of his lips upon mine fades with each passing day. Will next I
forget the laughter we shared? The brightness of his eyes when he
looked upon me?
But one thing that does not dull with time is
the sharpness of my regret. For the words I did not say, for what can
now never be unsaid. The lost moments when I turned from him in anger
or hurried away to attend to duties that would have waited.
Aye, regret, I fear will retain its cutting
edge for many seasons yet to pass. Seasons during which the simbelmyne
will continue to shine like stars amid the grass.
