Walking in the forest one day, I happened upon an elf.
He was young and more beautiful than any personage I had ever seen. It was his eyes, that most captured me. They seemed to see the real me. Straight through all my layers, all my long-built, hard-won shell. His eyes told me that there was nothing to fear. And there with him, alone in the silence of my bewilderment, I wasn't afraid.
He never spoke, for we both knew I could not speak his language. He only nodded, and in that short span of time, he transmitted to me a message I could not even do justice in any human tongue. It was a message of perfect peace and love, and so powerful, I almost wondered if he was perhaps an angel instead. But his pointy ears, showing through his silky white hair, did give away his lineage.
I suddenly felt old and frail in the presence of his golden glory. My skin sagging from my human bones. My face wrinkling around the edges. My hair sallow from being in the realm of mere human existence too long. Everything about him shone. From the top of his elven-capped head, to the soles of his soft elven boots; he seemed to enjoy my thorough assessment of him.
We stood there, he and I, alone in the wood for what seemed like an eternity. And for all I knew, it may have been. Perhaps he altered time. Perhaps he didn't. It was a precious moment, and my heart yanked toward him like a sorry magnet, wanting to bridge the entire impossibility of our two worlds.
His lips curled into an almost indiscernible smile, yet it was a smile. I knew. And, so subtly, he tilted his head just to the side in a peculiarly elven sort of way. It was perhaps a moment of him appraising me. A moment at once thrilling and terrifying. What could I ever be to an elf?
Then--just as a hummingbird appears in the garden allowing only enough time for a gasp of excitement--so he turned and went, as if into thin air, leaving me with my mouth open, my heart rearranged, my mind lifted and a little bit of golden dust softly floating down upon my shoulders.