Leaning against the wall for a time in thought, the elven lady starts to hum some old elven lament absently. Squinting a bit over her frown she turns about and goes to work etching the elven words she’s thinking in her own addition to the wall, in an out of the way corner where she sits.
Thar
I didn’t hear you leave.
I wonder, how am I still here.
I don’t want to move a thing, it might change my memory.
Oh I am what I am I’ll do what I want, but I can’t hide
And I won’t go. I won’t sleep. I can’t breathe, until your resting here with me.
And I won’t leave. I can’t hide. I cannot be, until you’re resting here with me.
I don’t wanna call on my friends.
They might wake me from this dream.
And I can’t leave this bed, risk forgetting all that’s been.
Oh I am what I am I’ll do what I want, but I can’t hide
And I won’t go. I won’t sleep. I can’t breathe, until your resting here with me.
And I won’t leave. I can’t hide. I cannot be, until you’re resting here with me.
Yours
(Stolen from the beautiful song “Here With Me” on Dido’s, No Angel )