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[Isilmea]

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She sat alone in the palace. Darkness had fallen and the only light was from the stars in the sky that made it’s way into the room that she sat in. On the floor by her golden slipper covered feet lay strewn the many delicate scribed invitations. The one’s to what was to be for her wedding. Shadows danced on the walls of the Elven Palace and if she pretended hard enough that she could almost vision it was the Royalties of the Lands whom would have came to her wedding in their finest clothing dancing the night away in celebration. Her eyes stung with tears as they ran down her rose colored checks. Slowly the Elven Queen stood up and made her way to the Chapel of the Elders.

She looked upon the sash of her father, Rhama’Locke. The Kingdom poem written by her Uncle Nai, the snow white silk cloak worn by her brother, Silmadil, the Kingdom Spear that once again had sent Narae’Dran back to whence he came. So many artifacts that represented her heritage, she loved them all. “Have I failed you all? Has what I done brought shame to the house of the Locke’s and Dran’s?” She spoke to the precious items as if each were the elf that had owned them were standing before her. “Father, forgive me for the shame I have brought to your house. I knew not that love had stipulations upon it. I knew not that to love outside of one’s own race was forbidden. Then let me ask…Am I to never love at all? For whom upon this Kingdom is worthy of your approval. Or is it your wish that I seek not such pleasures as a mate to carry on the line that we all hold in such high regard? It was alright to court Talon for all those many days, yet when upon my finger he wished to place a ring the great King Rhama’Locke would so send his word that to do so is forbidden for his only daughter. Why do you hide from me? Why did you leave me? Did you not know that I would need your love and guidance?”

Tears streamed from Isilmea’s blue eyes as she fell in front of the altar of the Elders. Her voice but whispers of pain she felt deep with in her. “Now they will mock me. ‘Oh there goes the Elven Queen who loved two and ended with none who now shall all but spread love to others yet for herself it is forbidden.’ Father please, tell me what to do.”

A soft breeze blew around the Elven Queen as the air began to fill with the aroma of a certain pipe tobacco known only to Nai. She almost could feel his hand upon her shoulder gently comforting her. “Isilmea… we have never left you child. You are but to only look within your own heart. You knew who you always were to be, Queen of the Elves. You also knew your fathers’ views on such complex tangles as humans and us. My child, stand with honor and let not your thoughts be that none shall ever be approved of for you. Your father loves you and your Kingdom loves you. And…when all else fails…and you feel so alone…remember…we are with you, your to only call our names.”

Isilmea drifted into a dream weave as before here, watching over her, her father placed the cloak of her brother to cover her in warmth, upon her tear-stained checks a kiss he placed. Her brother sat beside her and into her hand placed a small blue star. Her Grandfather stood guard over her the Kingdom spear in his hands. Her mother gently combed her golden locks as she slept. Even her Grandmother sat next to Isilmea and gently sang an old Elven lullaby.

Rhama stood, his black hair lightly flowing in a westward wind. Pride and sadness, measured by the weight of the passing of centuries, earned through both peace and sorrow, are evident in his eyes as he gazes upon his beloved daughter, watching anon.

"She'll be alright, won't she Nai?" He asks quietly, regarding the silver-haired, black-clad elf standing beside him.

Silence reigns for a long moment before Nai replies.

"She will, old friend. She will."

And time passes on...Time passes on. The wind blows north, The wind blows south, and time…passes on.
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