I can only dream of the way things used to be. The time when things were simple and everything was right in the
world. I would walk among the trees and we would talk. The animals would lend themselves to my aide, without
much thought or care. I would play in secret, alone in the glad that I claimed long ago, when I was very young. The
light shines in rays, through the flora roof. I danced in the light, whether it was sunlight or moonlight. I loved it best
at night, where I could lay upon the moss by a brook and watch the stars come out one by one. I guess that is
where I made my mistake. I fell to in love with the night, and too in love with the one that came with the night. He
brought me a necklace of woven moonbeams with a vial of stars attached. Then the ring, fashioned with sunrays, it
was the brightest of gold rings. That ring, I never should have taken it. He loved at one time I know it. I was the
heavens and the earth to him, yet it was unspoken that our romance was wrong. I was an elf; he was, what you
would call now, a demi god. There us a but of truth in every myth. More in some then in others. I guess no one saw
fit to write our story as a myth, but then some are too real to be myth and to horrible to retell. But some, some of it
is so glorious that my heart trembles, aching to tell. Some how I am still here, maybe until I find someone to tell my
story to, someone who will glean from my mistakes. My glade, I almost lived there, far away from my village. I fell
asleep one evening, while gazing at the stars. I awoke a few hours later to the sound of footfalls just across the
brook. I got up slowly trying to blend in with the flora, but it was to no avail, I was spotted.
"My, My, what a pretty one we have," The voice kept his form in shadows. "Step into the light, let me see you."
I stood up slowly, the moonlight falling on me like a stream of water. I could not have imagined what I must have
looked like at that moment, but I was told later, so I can only say from the point of view. My hair, golden, was
twisted, tucked all behind one shoulder. My evergreen, deep dress was rumpled, one shoulder on, one in its place
off. There was a look of innocent fear in my stream colored eyes.
"You are beautiful, truly more the anything I have ever seen, and I have seen the world."
I still could not see him, yet somehow I did not need too.
"Master, who are you, so I may know who to thank."
Slowly, he stepped into the moonlight. He was handsome, with a kind look. His form made my stomach flutter and
my heart tremble.
He took my hand," Sauron."