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Prompt #1 Who am I?
Who am I?


I am an elf, but that is not who I am, but what I am. Since before the age of man, I have been in existence and wear my immortality with practised ease; it was not always this way. Remembering the land I was born in brings a poignancy that is better left alone. I remember with the utmost clarity, every day of my life. Elven memories remain sharp and this is a curse rather than a blessing.


I am the only elf in my family who has not died or sailed west to Valinor. The loneliness of my existence is not eased by the amount of friends I have, although they make it easier to laugh and forget for a while. It is in my private moments that I allow sadness briefly to touch my fëa. It is in those moments that I remember who I truly am. The social mask slips and the real me emerges, a flesh and blood elf with a long history of love, laughter, battles, tears and loss. It is in those moments, that I know, I would not have been anyone else.



Erestor