Tengwar: To The Letter by cuarthol

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Calma (lamp)

What need of more light?
(No warnings.  Drabble)


Delicate silver rings assembled in a fine chain net cradle the gem within, radiating a pale blue light throughout the room.  Fëanor’s eyes dance.

The top is drawn into a loop to be held or hung, but now it rests upon his workbench.

What need have we of more light?

The question grates.  Laurenlin reaches not to Oromë’s hollows and Aulë’s depths, nor Telperion, the fathoms of Ulmo.

Think ye the Pelóri are the end of Arda?  That the vast lands through which our forebears journeyed are wholly forgotten?  To ye, perhaps, but I would see their distant beauty yet.

 


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