The sunset sank behind the clouds, another day ending. A cold chill ran up her spine as she watched it; the wind picked up, reminding her of the cold night to come.
She felt his warmth before she saw him; he was so lightfooted that she didn't hear him approach. She looked to her left, soo finding the bright blue eyes of the elf princeling.
"Care for some company?" he asked; she loved the melody of his voice.
"I'd love some."
He crossed his long legs in front of him. "I noticed your disappearance earlier. Is something the matter?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing in particular." She looked to him. "I just needed time to think, I guess. To pause, soak life in, slow it down a little."
The elf smiled. "I understand. But should doing that be done alone?"
"It could, but not only should."
The elf chuckled. "Funny little human you are. Speaking in tongues like an elf."
"Does that make me like you?" she asked.
The elf paused a long moment. "Or does that make me, like you?"
"Now look who's speaking in tongues."
"The elf. Speaking as an elf does."
She smiled. "Am I not to speak like you? Since I am not an elf myself?"
"Oh, nobody is stopping you. If you were to convince the unsuspected that you were, in fact, of elven blood, they may even believe you." He leaned forward, tucking her hair behind her ear, revealing her rounded ear.
She exhaled slowly. "Until they see I am not." She looked at him. "Not only are my ears not pointed, as yours are, but I'm not as tall of lightfooted as you."
"But your tongue suggests you could be of my kin," he said then, his hand holding hers. "Perhaps convincing the unsuspected that you were a halfling, born from elf and hunter. Could be persuasive."
She smiled at him. "Could be, indeed."
He chuckled then. "Because even I am beginning to believe you are of elven blood, though I know you not to be."
"Must be pretty convincing, to fool a pure elf."
"Indeed you are."
She leaned against the elf's shoulder, watching the orange glow in the sky disappear. They sat in silence for a long moment, before she spoke. "I'd love to be an elf, even if only make-believe."
"I can show you our ways, teach you of them, if you'd like." His arm rested around her.
She smiled. "I'd like that. Maybe even I could teach you to be human. Just a little bit."
He smiled. "I'd like that, too."
They sat together, watching the sun dip below the mountains. Once the stars came, they walked back to the dwarfs' camp, their conversation fresh in their minds.
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
