My wife drowned. A little over five centuries ago she and a fraction of our host fell through ice into the waters below. I failed to save her, and truly
[...] I'm certain she let go so that I would go for our daughter instead. There's not a day that passes that I don't think of her, but I'm afraid she wouldn't recognize me now. Five centuries is not a lot of time but a lot has happened since then.
I miss her every day of my life.
She wouldn't recognize me and it would break her heart to know me now. I am glad she hasn't come through for that reason, though I would give the world to see her.
I thought of her today, as every day, but I saw a woman who reflected that same beauty as I was walking along 18th street. It stopped me cold and I'm afraid I made a bit of a fool of myself by staring. Elenwë was not the most beautiful elf-maid I have ever seen but she was the only one I could ever love. Or ever want.
She had long golden hair that went to her waist, blue eyes and a mischievous look about her. I always knew she was going to do something ridiculous when she got that glint in her eyes. Her ears betrayed her too.
Her spirit.
We had a millennium together before she died. It will never be enough.
Anyway I don't actually have a purpose for writing other than to remember. I feel it best to commit my thoughts to paper but I have no heart for it today. I am rebuilding the model home I wanted to make her when we wed. When I return to Taniquetil I hope to give it to her then.