tears rolled down his face as he looked her sleeping there next him, the perfect flower of joy, compassion, womanhood.... Emotions flooded his body his heart yearned to wake her and sing to her in some way he could not explain, to pour forth in words not written, feelings he could not describe the love he felt for her...

They had picniced earlier that eve in the Pixie grove alone amongs't the most magnifident trees. As they entered the Grove it was as if they had entered a magical world meant just for them. Colors seemed brighter, emotions clearer, touch hieghtened. Almost as if the Grove sensed them there and approved of their union...

Ledolas lay back remembering the picture in his minds eye his heart swelling again with untapped emotions looked over at his Mela, his love, and decided to put some of these feelings into more songs. Brushing her lips lightly with his, his tingling at thier touch, he lightly slipped out of bed and downstairs to the writing table.

Putting pen to Parchment he begins to write...

I Look Upon Her

I look upon her face lying on my pillow
Lit by the light of my bedroom window
Wrapped within my gently arms
Knowing she will come to no harm

I look upon her hair, soft and fair
Unable to find the words to compare
Answers she has given me in times of pain
That love and hope will visit again

I look upon her lips, moist and red
Giving me life when all was dead
She restored my heart when it was lost
Melting what was covered in frost

I look upon her breasts, firm and strong
Knowing that love could not be wrong
Slowly moving with every breath
Always knowing she was not like the rest

I look upon her hips, round and smooth
Gently touching not daring to move
I fix the sheets with delicate care
But a gentle kiss is all I dare

I look upon her face staring into mine
Filling my body as if it were wine
I close her eyes with gentle kisses
For she has answered all my wishes.

Setting the pen down he gathers some of his most rare white flowers carefully pulls the petals free until he has a goodly pile. Lightly moving back upstairs to the bedroom with the parchment and the petals stares down at her fair form again marvelling at his luck. Carefully he sets the parchment on the pillow next her with a note,
Mela if you should awake before I get back, I had a small task to perform and shall return at once to your arms,
Ledolas
Around this he sprinkled the rare flower petals then again bent to kiss her lips, whispers Amin Mela Lle, Slips back out the door.

there was one thing left he had to do. Calling for his ethereal steed he raced for the moongate at Yew. Once there he leapt into Ilshenar and raced back to the Pixie Grove and their sacred tree.

As they passed last night they had made an offering and he had made a prayer, a prayer which had been answered in part. Now he had to repay in kind through his art, as his people had for generations long forgotten, in song. Ledolas began to sing, not in words understood by man nor elf but in a more ancient and guttural song of the earth and as he sang he stripped off the trappings of this world. He now stood naked in the Sacred Pixie grove singing, baring his body and soul, all emotions pouring for in a primal song of Love for his Gods to see and hear. Ledolas poured all of inner being into the song knowing that somehow it was being heard, for he was flooded with such joy and happiness that he no longer saw the grove or the woods around him.

Overcome with exhaustion he fell to the groud at the base of the tree not realizing pixies from far and wide had come transfixed by his song. He lay as if dead while the pixies watched over him long into the night...