Elvish sadness

Ever wonder why Elves always seem to sad? It is becasue they will. Over the course of their lifetimes see the rise and fall of everything they could ever love, and then they must endure without it..... until even they have become a tale on the tip of a bard's tongue. I have seen the fall of homes, of citites and of Kingdoms, along with the birth and passage of many that I have found means to call dear. And it seems that those that I could cling to through to a rivvil would seem eterinity. I almost as a rule do not. As do the rest of our kin, even if it is a forest that they love. The world around us changes completely. And so do we along with it. Though whether it is for salvation or for destruction in the end, that is for the gods to sort out becasue regardless I am still mortal. There are things going on in the passing of the ages than any of us can come to fathom. I can only hope that in the end it becomes a joke as we were the one with the puppet master's strings all along.