A drabble about the human girl going into the faerie mound with her elf lover.

He loved her. He promised her he would love her always. And her did. To preserve their love he asked her to go with him. To abandon her daily life in the village, the boring routine, the ordinary. She would venture into the forbidden and exotic world of faerie. She took his hand willingly and he led her across the heath through the fields of clover, and blooms of gorse and into the mound.

The large hill was filled with smells of roasting meats and honeyed sweets. The perfumes of the faerie women engulfed her senses. And when she saw past the curtains of tangled vines she saw colors and music and laughter. The bubbling of the people stirring around her, the swirls of dancing people never stopped. It was a festival everyday and she was now part of it. He took her to him and she became his heart.

But her heart felt satisfied and her body did not. It yearned for the sunlight and not the stars. It yearned for work and labor. She grew disenchanted with the faerie and longed for a real life. Her body grew old as she felt these feelings. And for every negative though she grew a gray hair or a wrinkle or she tripped int eh dancing reels. She grew clumsy and then weak and then she started to fade. She still played and danced and laughed and loved him and yet it was not enough to save her.

He held onto her now, his hands at her waist but as she yearned for something he could not give her, she faded some more. And the colors could be seen through her and all of a sudden in the midst of the piping music and the wheel of color under the starlight she disappeared. He was holding her in his arms and dancing with her close when she faded. His hands slipped through air and grasped at nothing and she gasped and then was gone.

He had vowed to love her and he did. He brought her to the realm to protect her and he did. But he could not stop the human yearning of her heart and so she wasted away.