"Perhaps in dreams, you still may. Or perhaps the elven people shall live to build fresh wonders and rise anew," He murmurs, pulling her at last those few precious inches into a kiss. It is chaste and sweet and full of hope, rather than passion, "You will live to see it done, I promise."

Whatever is done, it will be done for her also. He cannot imagine what she would be, had death not stalked every moment of her life, even from her very first breath... But he would give anything, everything, to find out.

"I look forward to opportunity," He says, wry. What would be an insult from anyone else is fond on her lips, a gentle recognition and a welcome one, "Come. Let us go. I find myself weary hot water and visions of the past."