In the Language of Elves

He is strange. No one communicates with him. He has an excellent memory. He wanders everywhere like a ghost. That's what they say. He studies at Boston University, where everyone, keeping their distance, calls him the Elf — because of the tattoo on his neck, inscribed in Quenya. And also because he is an oddball. He looks strange, speaks strangely, behaves strangely, and changes the color of his hair with the arrival of the new season. He spends half the night outside. His nickname only bothers one person. A history student who has been continuously observing him for almost two years and follows him at night, thinking he goes unnoticed. Everything will pass. And you? Ask what I am, and also — leave.