[GreatWarg]

Khelek studied the stars carefully. The Sickle hung low. A few beams of pale light that announced the Sun could be seen in the east. But the Elf's eyes strayed ever to the West. He wasn't in his cabin, either out of pride or in hope to see a sign that would help him. Perhaps both. An unexpected sound made the Elf jump back from his musings, and he turned.

"Poisenniel," he said simply. How long had it been since he had seen her? Several weeks? Months? Nay, Ages ago. It seemed like a long time. How strange. Seasons passed like fleeting seconds, and yet here he was saying that it seemed like a long time.