The queen of the Greenwood is fading. As her time draws to a close, she has a single thing to ask of her husband.

"'m fine-" "You fainted." "I did not...faint." "Oh really? Then what did you do?" It wasn't like Elrohir give sass back, but he knew it was because he was worried. He looked so much like his father when he was worried.

The farmer was in trouble. Elliott knew it, he hadn't seen the girl in hours when typically, she'd be running around town with something shiny in her hands. It was already after 4pm and he hadn't seen her. He waited at the mountain base outside of Robin's shop. What could be done?

The time of the elves had ended, that much was clear in this day and age. But when a certain elf is left waiting on the sandy shores, watching for his loved one. What does he think?

A poem about Alaska Young.

Cecil is gone and Carlos doesn't know how to pick up the pieces. Warning: Major Character Death