Author's note: Imagine Lheora and Galeorhin meeting at last and (somehow) the song is playing in the background. Sappy and slightly pointless songfic for my favorite original fic.
This fic has been written with the author’s permission. It contains some tiny spoilers I dragged out of the author. :D ;) Also, some of this is my impression of the characters and not author description. I apologise if any character detail is wrong, I do my best!
The song is “At the beginning”, sung by Donna Lewis and Richard Marx. It’s on the soundtrack of the Disney movie “Anastasia”.

Two figures were standing in a desert that was once a forest. Black sand whirled lazily around them. They appeared to be polar opposites. Both of them were Elves one female, one male. She had long white hair, eyes as black as midnight, and skin tanned by exposure to the sun. His hair was equally as long but dark as her eyes, his eyes were palest blue, and his skin seeming untouched by sunlight before now.

They stood facing each other, silent; barely able to believe this moment had come at last.

“I was beginning to wonder if I would ever see you again.”

“I have missed you more than I can say.”

“It’s been so long, Galeorhin Galues, are you really here? Or am I dreaming?”

“Sometimes, Lheora Yhanni,” he spoke her name for the sheer joy of knowing she was there to hear it, “I think my whole life from the moment I met you has been a dream. Are you truly standing here before me?”

“More truly than I ever was before. We’ve come nearly a full circle in our lives. Here we stand on the border of what was once the great forest.”

“A tragic irony that everything we knew is gone, yet we are still bound not to walk on that once piece of land.”

“Does it matter now?”

“No. In all these long years there has only been one reason for me to return here.”

“Very long years.” agreed Lheora. She sat down pulling Galeorhin with her. He complied willingly and they sat in silence needing no words to communicate what they felt.

“The magic is still here. Electis and the others are gone, even Riax, the Dhija too.”

Lheora’s voice was low as if she were afraid of speaking too loudly.

“Every member of the race we were born of. Every race that walked upon this land, and I have seen them all, some of them died out some of them moved on.”

“Why did you come back? or have you been here all along?”

“I was here then I left. Now I have returned. A friend told me you had gotten here at last, I wanted to meet you.”

“I only wish it could have been sooner!”

“As do I. I was told that things I did would not have been done unless I was here without you.”

“I have been told the same,” agreed Galeorhin. “That is past now though.”

“I was going to ask you how you managed then it occurred to me that it was, perhaps, the same way I did.”

“I had faith in the fact that I loved you and you loved me.”

“Not even Fate could keep us apart.”

“Or perhaps They have always intended for us to be together?”

“They do have an obscure sense of humour.”

“Was that agreement I heard? You have changed!”

“Even Immortality is not proof against change.”

The pair stood up in perfect accord. More had been said than was spoken and now they were ready to leave.

Lheora made one final comment as they departed;

“The magic remains, perhaps one day there will be life again on this world.”