I like your use of the image of the hare and "the dark, complex air".

Aegnor sounds less bleak and a bit more like Finrod's brother here than he often does.

(For "you words" read "your words"?)

Losselen, these are beautiful. The sense of yearning in each is palpable; the language gorgeous without being overdone. My favorite is probably the first--Andreth and Aegnor will always have a special place in my heart--and Aegnor's dawning sense of her mortality and the differences in their fates. But each prose poem is lovely and you sustain the mood so well in each. Beautifully done.

These are just beautiful. And the four poems work well together -- they feel like one conversation about loss and hope and mortality.