MilouOpo
23-04-2008, 17:59
Gentle breeze played with the leaves of great mallorn trees, thus creating almost perfect accompany for lone harp's dreamy melodies. The instrument was not crafted of the rarest materials as the harps of Vanyar, nor had the strings on it been set with the unmatched tradition of Laiquendi. Blond haired, smiling musician had sometimes wished that he would have one of those instruments, but now, not even a shadow of that thought bothered him.
Artist's head seemed light as he strolled through numerous stairs on a path that was edged with small pale kerbs. Finally he reached his destination, a bright green glade of grass. Delicate silvery lights illuminated every part of that meadow of tranquillity. He rested his eyes on the sparkling fountain that was pouring never ending stream of fresh water to all living creatures of Laurelindórenan. He smiled to his own image and picked one fallen leaf out of his hair. Holding it on his hand he recited cheerfully: "You would not do harm while resting there, but I am on my way to there!" He glanced to the south side of the glade, towards the tallest of the mellyrn. That was a place where Lady of the Glade lived with her husband, Lord Celeborn.
The elf let the leaf fall to the clear waters of the fountain and it soon rushed towards lower grounds of Lorien and inevitably towards the sea. Stream would lead to Celebrant's cold waters and eventually mix with those of great River Anduin. Perhaps it would survive all those shallows and the devastating Falls of Rauros, but one thing was for sure.
When he descended long latter from the greatest talan in Caras Galadhon, Tindomeon could not recollect all details of the marvellous event, since his mind was clouded by uttermost magnificent feeling. That grace and beguiling beauty of her, combined with such immense strength. He was not thinking of Hiril Galadriel nor her guest of honour, envoy of Laurelindórenan, Hiril Validriel, but one other.
He glided lightly across the greens of The Golden Wood and many heads turned as he passed them playing his harp and singing in fair voice. Some whispered in doubt that he had caught too much of sun, but others shook their heads, smiling with him...
Artist's head seemed light as he strolled through numerous stairs on a path that was edged with small pale kerbs. Finally he reached his destination, a bright green glade of grass. Delicate silvery lights illuminated every part of that meadow of tranquillity. He rested his eyes on the sparkling fountain that was pouring never ending stream of fresh water to all living creatures of Laurelindórenan. He smiled to his own image and picked one fallen leaf out of his hair. Holding it on his hand he recited cheerfully: "You would not do harm while resting there, but I am on my way to there!" He glanced to the south side of the glade, towards the tallest of the mellyrn. That was a place where Lady of the Glade lived with her husband, Lord Celeborn.
The elf let the leaf fall to the clear waters of the fountain and it soon rushed towards lower grounds of Lorien and inevitably towards the sea. Stream would lead to Celebrant's cold waters and eventually mix with those of great River Anduin. Perhaps it would survive all those shallows and the devastating Falls of Rauros, but one thing was for sure.
When he descended long latter from the greatest talan in Caras Galadhon, Tindomeon could not recollect all details of the marvellous event, since his mind was clouded by uttermost magnificent feeling. That grace and beguiling beauty of her, combined with such immense strength. He was not thinking of Hiril Galadriel nor her guest of honour, envoy of Laurelindórenan, Hiril Validriel, but one other.
He glided lightly across the greens of The Golden Wood and many heads turned as he passed them playing his harp and singing in fair voice. Some whispered in doubt that he had caught too much of sun, but others shook their heads, smiling with him...