I could still hear her pristine voice in the background of our room as I rolled out from the bed that seemed way to big. I shakily grabbed my cane and got ready for the day ahead as memories of her flooded my mind. Particularly that one day.

...

Her long ears were red and eyes dripping with tears as her silver blond hair laid messily around her as she cried in my arms.

"Why are you crying?" I tightened my loving embrace.

"I am an elf in love with a human. Why wouldn't I?" Her swollen blue elvish eyes looked into mine with love and sadness.

"I will out live you by more then a thousand —." Her voice cracked and couldn't finish the sentence.

I parted her hair Infront of her eyes and shaking shoulders while my other palm rested upon her heart.

I tried to comfort her.

"I will always be with you here...This is the start of a bloodline that you and I created. You will get to see your great grankids and great great great grankids. What's wrong with that? I probably won't be able to live long enough to see my great grandkids, but you—you could live long enough to see it through to the end. That's amazing. I wish I could see that with my own eyes. You might be sad to see me go but that's years and years away. Humans are all about the here and now. At least I am. So let's enjoy ourselves for how precious it is and please don't cry anymore?"

She cried even louder.

"You bastard. How could I fall in love with such a numbskull. Thanks for telling me that you're just the first of many that I will have to mourn!" She mumbled forlornly, her tears all dried up. Now she just looked angry as she put her head into the pillow to dry her tears.

I pinched her wet cheek to make her gem like eyes look back at me. Sunlight cut through the curtains. Her face basked in the warmth as her white skin glowed.

I'm an idiot. I wish I could understand. Wait, why can't I understand? What if she disappears one day? I would be heartbroken.

I looked at her sternly.

"Are you mourning me already when I'm right here in front of you? How cruel." I teased.

She smiled weakly.

"And how do you know that you will out live me?"

Her blue eyes widened.

"I fear the unknown. Elves might have an incredible lifespan but they are not immortal. I also fear what life would be like without you. You are not alone in this fear."

She laughed bitterly. "You're dreaming. Me? An elf wizard of the highest order—killed? They would have to send an army."

"Now there's my Claire Silverthorn I know and love." I kissed her on the forehead as she laughed harder before sighing.

"You have a point. I am not immortal. If I was to die you would obviously be just as sad as I will be when old age claims you. Doesn't really make me feel any better knowing that though." She kissed my lips and pouted.

"Thanks for trying to cheer me up."

I gave her a signature look making her look at me curiously.

"Love is terrifying huh?"

She shivered as she stretched in bed and pulled the covers over herself.

"Very."

"But it's also pretty amazing." I whispered in her ear and traced my finger down her back.

...

I looked at a huge oak tree. The leaves danced gracefully in the wind as the sun set in it's red glow. The thick oak wood glowed orange as the smell of fresh nature entered my senses.

I fell to my knees and stared for a moment at a smoothed part of the wood with mysterious elven glyphs and runes. I reached out and gently touched the name with my finger tips. The rune lit up as a subtle wind blew the old man's grey hair as something magical took place. All around the oak tree, a calm breeze blew the grass from the trunk outwards making all nearby trees dance. The firefly's scattered and lit the field with tiny green and red lights.

"Me and my big mouth." I laughed sadly.

"You told me you would outlive me a thousand years. You liar."

" A whole army you said...well you weren't far off..."

A few wet drops fell on the smooth stone on the ground beneath the enormous tree.

"Why did you have to go?" I said softly with unspeakable emotions. The flowers around the tree blossomed as if in answer.

"Dad?" A young man looking no older then 25 with longer than normal ears and blond hair came up and put his hand on my shoulder in worry. I hurriedly wiped my eyes and took a few deep breaths— trying to take back control.

A moment of silence passed with nothing but different birds singing in the background peacefully. The half elf knelt down and touched the rough bark of the tree as the rune glowed and gave life to the field nearby.

"Hi mom...Don't worry, I'm taking care of this old man here. He talks about you all the time you know? It's almost like I know you even if I never truly heard your voice...I'm also doing great if you're wondering. I have friends that think you're some kind of legend or something and I'm currently an expert in wind magik which I heard was thanks to you. I also know the sword thanks to dad. Also, there's this women Alice who won her way to my heart. I'm sure you would like her. Thanks for everything mom. I'll be sure to live up to your name...I wish I got to know you more." The long ear man shed a tear for a mom he has no memories of. I put my hand on his shoulder. As another wind gust from the rune caressed the field.

"Alright." I said softly, proud of the son I raised. I stood up and gazed at the memorizing sight of the elvish gravesite of my one and only wife. Still as beautiful as ever. Even after death.

I still got a few years in me. But what's a few years to an elf like you? You will be seeing me soon.

"Let's go son."

I turned and slowly made the trek back home with my son by my side.

"So any news on Alice yet? She pregnant yet? Where my grandkids? You got work to do boy." I gave him a devilish grin.

"Dad?!" The elvish man's ears turned red.

"I'm not talking about this with you." He said defiantly, arms crossed.

I burst out in laughter as the sun set in the horizon.