Fragile in his arms by Isilloth

[isilloth]

B2MeM Prompt, Card and Number:Canon couples - B7 Mithrellas/Imrazôr
Format: tripple drabble
Genre: gen
Rating: gen
Warnings: n/a
Characters: Imrazôr, Mithrellas
Pairings: Imrazôr/Mithrellas
Creator’s Notes (optional): 
Summary: Imrazôr remembers his romance with Mithrelllas

Imrazôr knew it couldn’t last. Mithrellas left him last night, leaving the letter in which she justified herself and was saying goodbye. Imrazôr saw it coming. She distanced herself from him, from children, from their people. Initially, he didn’t see this. But then it was too late. Maybe she was right, she didn’t have to watch them die. Still, he missed her.

He remembered how he met her for the first time, lost in the forest, not knowing where her people are. She was frightened, alone and she came to him eagerly, starved for people’s presence. He invited her to his palace, feed her, get her clothes. It wasn’t too long when he started to fall for her. He didn’t want to, knowing how doomed was romances between men and elves, how tragic it ended, but for them, it wasn’t tragic at all. Though indeed it didn’t end very well.

But in it’s beginning it was just normal love between two people, no matter elf or man. He courted her constantly, she was reluctant at first, but then she fell for him too. He remembered their first kiss, two years after they met. It was after the party when they left for a walk. The night was starry and chilly, he embraced her to keep her warm. She was fragile in his arm, she was shaking from cold.
“Maybe we should come back inside?” he asked.
“No, I’m fine, I will manage.”
She turned to him and kissed him deeply. He couldn’t grasp, surprised, but happy.

From this day they were inseparable. Their romance flourished, uninterrupted. Their get engaged, married, had children… Everything was fine. But it couldn’t last. He was mortal, and she was an elf. It never last, maybe only in legends of old days. Not in reality.