An elf's lament

His life was once saved by a human woman. Taking care of his wounds, made them closer. For a time he forgot his noble obligations, but the obligations found him, and demanded him back. His life, hundreds of years longer than hers or their children, is now close to an end.

Nothing can help him feel but brokenhearted, there is no pride in barely being present for his long lived children, still, they didn't live as long as elves do. Their legend might possibly outlive his own, even so, his arms don't remember their warmth, laughter was hardly ever part of the few years they spent in his household. It doesn't matter how strong they became, death took them long before it came close to him. Grief and longing for a life he could have had, torment him from time to time. He now comes to the stones and tries to remember, one sweet moment that never existed.