As The Leaves Turn Brown

I never did wish to part from the comfort of Melian’s domain, only granting the halls of Menegroth my presence as a matter of necessity. However, those halls are not exempt of bringing their presence to me, as I found when a boy entered Doriath and piqued my interest. With the permit of Melian I approached him, and “Nellas” is what my tongue spoke. He knew nothing of Doriath, nor Sindarin so I sought to teach him of our ways. My appearance in age was like his, so he took well to my approach, and we grew fond of each others’ presences, him often returning with a joy to learn and indulge in the comfort of the woods. Then, the seasons change. As the boy’s and my likenesses grew apart so did we, and he turned to Menegroth with his new knowledge to seek activity in places where I could not follow.

            While his wind may have taken him to the halls of Menegroth, I never did leave his side. A fondness entered my heart at the sight of him, and I did not seek to part just yet. As I stayed hidden between leaf and twig, his merriment turned, a darkness overtaking his vibrant color into a shade unbecoming of himself. Though not the boy I once knew, he did not yet stay from his path. I would soon need to testify on his goodwill, as to save his life, the boy needed to take that of another. My presence in the halls of Menegroth did stir talk, however my testimony was enough to grant a pardon for the boy. However, he had departed with the dark sword Anglachel, and Melian sought him for this as his color grew more and more to shadow. I do miss him, and I wish him well as he grows and stirs change in the world of man. Although, I do wish he remembers the spring.