Imladris, 3 Nárië, 1130

Dearest Legolas,

Though it is but a few days since your departure, it feels far longer – and it will be longer still until I can see you once more.  I fear it will be several long years at the very least.

I know from bitter experience that these first few days are the hardest, and it will grow easier – but I miss you, my love.  I miss your company, I miss your laughter.  I miss the simple pleasure of sleeping by your side – and I miss the even greater pleasures when we do not sleep!

Elladan is growing irritated with me – he says he does not expect my full attention while you are here, but had hoped to see more of me now.  He is fed up with my ‘moping’, as he puts it.  He says that, but when I grow melancholy he is there with a bottle of wine, a laugh and a smile to distract me from my sorrows.

I do not know when I will be able to travel to Lasgalen to visit you – one summer, perhaps; when the long days and warm nights seem endless.  Or autumn, so that we may make a true celebration of  your begetting day.  Winter, maybe – with the possibility of blizzards making us snowbound, so that I will be forced – very reluctantly, of course – to prolong my stay.  Whatever the season, the years cannot pass quickly enough.

Stay safe, my love.

Until we meet again I am now and always,

Your Elrohir