Bhryn,
Strolling by, the elven lady pauses to read over recent additions to the collection of papers. Coming to this one she pauses and lets out a thoughtful sigh, a gentle but frank expression coming over her features. She looks around her general area quietly, eyes distant as she thinks on what she would say, until finally she finds some parchment and puts it into written word.
Sometimes silence is the only answer we get to roaming thoughts of far off friends. That silence is promised to all of us in one way or another at some point. Remember the moments sat in pleasant silence, Bhryn. Not those moments spent awkward with discord where one is unsure of what to say to fill it, but the moments of friendly contentment where one need not say a thing to express thought or emotion. Think on how we shared the silence. True friends, old friends, come to the knowledge of their bonds in those times thick with feeling and learn that the words and touch we oft times crave become secondary to that sure affection.
I myself have spent many a recent hour thinking on friends long gone, those I cannot reach out and touch as I wish I could. A great pang tightens my throat, stings my eyes, turns my stomach and fills the whole of me with a shaking emptiness I can feel even to the palm of my hands and very fingertips. The moments like that do pass Bhryn, and though I do not see the shadow on the ground beside me of those I once clung to I can still feel their smiles quite clearly. I can still feel the warmth and depth of what their friendship did to me, and once again we share the silence.
I think all your friends would have you not despair in the seeming of your walking alone now and then, Bhryn. We do know the path that life has set before your feet and though ours are certain to not walk the same way forever, none of us would wish our partial absence to cause you more than a moments pain. As with any and all of those who have cared about you, care about you now, and will care about you in the future, you and I can always share the silence my dear. It may not always be what you want, but thus is life, and death, and we all must learn to take what we can get.
The double edged sword that is your gift of long life has a true blessing in it. You will never not be needed. Sworn to the sword though you are, there are always going to be live and present friends who glory in your light and steady you in your darkness. If you do me one favor it will be to not spend too long in pain and wistful memory while there are still those around you who need your strength, laughter, knowledge…and……… chocolate. Cannot forget your chocolate.
Simply, silently, lovingly yours,
Dearah