You were getting married at Rivendell with a common elf. From once we were children we were so close to eachother and we were spending all the time together. Before you could kiss your husband you runned off. No one was able to catch you. You runned deep into the forest and you sat down, your back pressing against a tree log. You didn't expect me there, but I appeared looking at you worried. You looked like a mess. Your beutiful face was covered in tears.

"You weren't supposed to be here.."